Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 542 Deciphering the Department of Mysteries

"How did you send [Darkest Hour] into my body?"

After calming down, Voldemort asked thoughtfully.

"Body?" Death raised his eyebrows, then shook his head and said, "No, Voldemort, we just sent it into your memory, that's the simplest."

Voldemort frowned as he glanced to the lower left corner of his line of sight.

There, the [Darkest Hour] that didn't light up was floating.

Visual memory?

"Don't get entangled, Voldemort, it's meaningless to think about these things before you break through the path of high-dimensional life evolution." Seeing that he was entangled, the God of Death enlightened him.

"But I don't have the memory of [Darkest Hour] in my mind." Voldemort obviously didn't listen to the other party's suggestion, and said persistently.

"Does it exist?" Death asked.

"It exists." Voldemort couldn't help but glanced at the lower left corner of his line of sight again, and then said with certainty.

"Then he is in your memory, Voldemort. Believe in existence, this is the unique ability of 'God'." A happy smile appeared on the face of Death.

"Believe it exists?" Voldemort murmured, before asking, "God?"

"The 'God' in quotation marks, Voldemort, is just a name for high-dimensional life. Just as it is difficult for Muggles to understand magic, it is also difficult for wizards to understand the ability of 'God'."

Although it is not recommended that Voldemort study these things prematurely, the Grim Reaper, who seems to have a good temper, still patiently explained to Voldemort all his doubts.

"Well, this is indeed a bit difficult to understand. Even if you force yourself to form such a cognition, you can't do it at all." Voldemort sighed and shook his head, giving up continuing to struggle on this issue.

Reaper pulled the corners of his mouth into a smile, and nodded in approval.

"Your plan, Death, is it convenient to tell me?" Voldemort asked again.

"Of course it is convenient. This matter requires your cooperation, Voldemort, but before that..."

As Death said, he reached out and pulled at the void in front of him.

After a burst of "hula la", a phantom suddenly appeared in front of him. Voldemort looked carefully and found that it was the corridor of the Department of Mysteries.

He even saw Sir Gump in the phantom corridor, on his way to his office.

And just when Voldemort looked at him, he stopped suspiciously and looked in Voldemort's direction, but then he seemed to find nothing, just shook his head and walked into the office.

"Instant projection, people with strong magic perception ability will be aware of our gaze, but only a little bit of awareness."

The Grim Reaper explained with a smile, and then glanced left and right, "The Department of Mysteries is our base camp. I think it is necessary for me to explain the purpose of these rooms to you, so that you can use them later."

Voldemort raised his eyebrows, he wondered if there was any deep meaning in the phrase "later use".

It can be seen that the other party did not intend to explain, so he did not ask.

"The circular room, I call it the lock of the worlds, is used to block the exploration of other high-dimensional beings, and at the same time allows the Department of Mysteries to avoid their tracking."

Death pulled the phantom, positioned it behind the circular room and said, "Of course, although it looks like a room full of doors, it is actually a magic circle."

Voldemort nodded slowly, solving a previous doubt in his heart.

When he first went to the Department of Mysteries, he felt that this room was not very useful, it was more like decoration.

But after the God of Death explained it, its meaning became apparent.

Even, it can be regarded as the cornerstone of the Department of Mysteries.

Because without it, other high-dimensional life can copy the lair of death at any time.

"Whoosh."

The phantom moved again, and when it stopped, it had already come to the death hall.

"The window of the world, this is the place where I communicate with believers, and it is also where I store the veil and locate the world."

Death's eyes swept across the stone steps, and finally fell on the curtain in the center of the stone pit.

"Locate the world?" Voldemort suddenly recalled their speculation, "By the content of the words of the believers?"

"Yes." The god of death nodded, "Phoenixes fly in this world, this is the positioning of your world, because this is Phoenix's original world, and because Dumbledore turned into a phoenix before his death."

Voldemort nodded, not asking any questions.

The god of death also pulled the phantom again, this time it was the time hall.

"The time of the worlds is used to determine the time point where I am. High-dimensional life shuttles between the future, the present and the past, and it is easy to get lost."

After saying this, Death suddenly chuckled, "What I didn't expect was that the wizards relied on him to create a way to travel through time. I have to be amazed."

"I thought those time-turners were developed by you." Voldemort said in surprise.

"It was researched by a crazy wizard. He got lost in time because of this, and he still can't escape, and I can't save him." Death shook his head.

"You can't help it?" Voldemort asked in surprise.

"He's playing with time, Voldemort. It's dangerous and stupid to do so before he embarks on the evolutionary path of higher-dimensional life." Death curled his lips, as if saying that the man deserved it.

Voldemort shrugged. He also tried to work on the Time-Turner, but quickly stopped.

That thing is really dangerous.

"How to determine the time from these clock records?" Voldemort asked a more practical question.

"You need to evolve into a higher-dimensional life, Voldemort. At that time, no matter where you are, you can use the time of the worlds to determine the age and specific time, but before that, the Department of Mysteries will have little effect on you." Death explained road.

Voldemort nodded, indicating that it was time to look into the next room.

"Shh."

A phantom of a church-like room appeared, and Voldemort recognized it as the Hall of Prophecy.

"The future of the worlds is what I use to deduce the future. I have recorded the futures of many parallel worlds. Without the interference of high-dimensional life, it is still very accurate."

As Death said, he reached out and fiddled with a crystal ball, and the crystal ball immediately cracked, and a phantom of the two standing together appeared in an instant, "Look, it predicted our meeting."

Looking at himself and the god of death in the phantom, Voldemort felt that this moment was very magical.

"Will you choose to act according to these futures?" he asked uncertainly.

"No, this future was predicted after I decided."

The Grim Reaper smiled and shook his head, "The future of high-dimensional life cannot be predicted, but it can be calculated, but it has little effect."

Voldemort nodded slowly, looking across the many brackets holding the crystal balls.

"Shh."

The phantom was pulled again, but this time what appeared in front of him was not a room, but a door.

The locked room, the most mysterious room in the Department of Mysteries.

(End of this chapter)