Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 543 The Evil of All Worlds
"The evil of all worlds."

The god of death spoke, but there were only these four words.

This time, He didn't introduce anything at length.

After saying these four words, there was also a long silence.

Voldemort turned his head to look at Death, but he saw an extremely complex face.

"What's behind this?" Voldemort asked.

"He." Reaper replied.

"He... you mean... the real Death Riddle?" Voldemort asked loudly in surprise.

He had no idea that what Death God meant before was that Lin Zuo and Riddle had become independent individuals.

He only thought that the current god of death was a new god of death born after the previous god of death was troubled by the darkest hour.

"You like to call him that?" The God of Death looked at Voldemort, and then showed a look of surprise, "That's right, you all like to call yourself Voldemort, so you call him Riddle, it's better to distinguish."

Voldemort also suppressed the surprise in his heart at this time, and nodded slowly.

"Can you tell me what's going on?" Voldemort asked.

"Of course, that's one of the purposes of my trip."

The god of death spoke again, and looked at the door again, "Before I evolved to your choice, I lost that battle, and Riddle's consciousness occupied the upper peak."

Voldemort nodded, he could understand that the battle that Death said was referring to the one where the souls of Lin Zuo and Riddle were in the Black Forest.

"He who won the victory did not choose to kill me, but absorbed my memory and made me his think tank."

"Think tank?"

Riddle's approach surprised Voldemort.

"Yes, although Riddle is cruel, but he is smarter than most people, this is an indisputable fact."

The corners of Death's mouth turned up, revealing a hint of pride, "He knows his own shortcomings and is farsighted, but you know, thinking limits each of us."

Voldemort nodded slowly, but his thoughts drifted to Riddle's childhood memories.

Those long nights of hunger and darkness played an extremely critical role in the formation of Riddle's character.

His brutality, indifference, and antisocial personality in his heart were basically formed at that time.

If it weren't for Lin Zuo, who had a gentle personality and grew up in an extremely comfortable environment, to neutralize the emotions in his memory, he felt that he would also go to extremes.

Suddenly, he thought of the darkest moment, the heart that kills and destroys everything in the darkness, perhaps in those dark nights, it had already taken root in Riddle's heart.

After all, it seems like one night after another now, but to Riddle at the time, it was likely a future that would never stop.

Perhaps, it is not an exaggeration to call it Eternal Night.

"And what happened next?" Voldemort asked, pulled from his memory.

"Riddle's ability, together with my wisdom, may not be as easy as you, but it is enough for us to face everything."

Death waved his sleeves, and two reclining chairs appeared behind them, "Death Eaters are growing, the wizarding world is changing, and an accident made us break through to high-dimensional life. Everything went smoothly until we had a dispute with each other."

"Dispute?" Voldemort asked as he sat down on the couch.

"Yes, what he has always pursued is eternal life, not the imaginary supreme power that only exists in human society. Therefore, he wants to give up his body and travel through many parallel worlds in the form of memory to find the real The law of eternal life."

The god of death's gaze was a little erratic, as if he thought of a lot when he was telling everything.

"eternal life……"

Voldemort murmured that this appealed to him, too, but he quickly asked, "What's the point of conflict?"

Grim Reaper turned to look at him, and suddenly burst into a smile.

He didn't speak, but looked Voldemort up and down with meaningful eyes.

Voldemort was puzzled, but soon thought of something.

"Uh...you fell in love with Bella?" Voldemort couldn't help asking.

"It's hard not to love, isn't it?" Reaper asked back, and then said, "And Luna, you know, I fell in love with this cute girl when I was reading [Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets]. "

"But you still like Hermione." Voldemort retorted dissatisfied.

Because he is the fusion of Lin Zuo and Riddle's thinking, although he is not as emotionally rich as Lin Zuo, he knows Lin Zuo's past, so he also knows that the other party liked Hermione.

"That's different, Voldemort. I did like her very much for a time, but when you really get in touch with her—she's too picky—you'll find that it's hard for two people to even get along." Death shrugged and said shamelessly.

"What about Ginny, she is also a beauty." Voldemort rolled his eyes and said.

"It's impossible for me to get all of it, and Percy is one of my important subordinates, you know my principles..."

"Stop, stop." Voldemort couldn't help waving his hands again and again, stopping the topic, "Just because of women, did you have a conflict with Riddle?"

"Not only that, but also unlimited rights. I think you can understand how poor people behave when they become rich. I was roughly like this at that time." There was a little shame on Death's face, but it disappeared quickly.

"How did you solve it after that?" Voldemort asked.

"He left, I stayed, we were separated for many years, until he fought Grindelwald, I had to go back to him again."

Death lamented, feeling as though he regretted not having continued to enjoy that life.

"It was a battle that involved dozens of parallel worlds, and no less than ten of them were destroyed on the earth alone, and there was no winner in the final result.

"Higher-dimensional life is usually very difficult to kill."

Voldemort nodded, this "Dumbledore" had told him.

"And then Riddle fell into endless darkness?" he asked.

"Yes, that's the main reason why the war stopped, and there are some other reasons, such as Grindelwald doesn't want to fight anymore." Death explained.

"Grindelwald is okay?" Voldemort asked suspiciously.

"I don't know, we can't communicate normally after that, but in that battle, most of the destruction was initiated by Voldemort, so the impact on him should not be as great as Voldemort." Death explained again.

"But I remember that it was said in the book that Dumbledore said that behind this door is locked a love that Riddle cannot understand." Voldemort frowned.

"Eh... When 'Dumbledore' and I locked him in together, we did not ask for his consent, but please believe that it is precisely because we love this world enough that we..."

"Wait a minute."

Voldemort suddenly yelled to stop, and turned his eyebrows to look at each other and said, "Are you making this decision behind His back?"

"Probably...maybe...it should be said that you are right to think so." Death spread his hands and gave such an answer.

"Snapped."

Voldemort patted his head in pain.

Damn it, he felt that Riddle couldn't do this kind of thing of "abandoning the small self and achieving the big self".

(End of this chapter)