Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 545 Collegiate
"Dumbledore" came later, he didn't rise from the pyramid.

An unassuming statue at Hogwarts, from which he steps out, stunning students and professors alike.

"Albus?"

Professor McGonagall's eyes widened, and his sharp voice pierced the corridor, rippling back and forth between the walls.

"Oh, Minerva, it makes me so happy to see you still at school, I miss you being my deputy headmaster."

The hostile "Dumbledore" seemed to be lamenting the passage of time in his words.

In his world, Professor McGonagall is also his staunch supporter, but because of the expansion of power, "Dumbledore" had to arrange his most powerful assistant to a more important position.

With the whole of Hogwarts being his back garden, the position of vice-principal can hardly be called important.

"Don't be surprised, Minerva, call Voldemort for me, I have business with the kid, and he'll explain it all."

Seeing more and more people gathering, "Dumbledore" didn't want to be watched, so he said eagerly to Professor McGonagall.

"Uh...Okay, principal, please go to the principal's office and wait for a while."

Professor McGonagall said hesitantly, and signaled several professors to keep up with "Dumbledore", and then asked people to drive away the students, while he went to notify Voldemort.

By the time Voldemort and Death arrived in a hurry, the atmosphere in the principal's office was already quite harmonious.

"For wizard apprentices, acting classes are essential, it helps them emotionally mobilize and learn..."

When the two entered the principal's office, they saw "Dumbledore" sitting behind the desk talking.

And when the god of death appeared in the room, "Dumbledore" immediately stood up, and quickly walked towards him, sending him a hug.

"It's great to see you again, God of Death, I miss the days we were together, even though it was very short." "Dumbledore" said happily.

It can be seen that there is no perfunctory element in his happiness.

Voldemort looked at the two suspiciously. In the story that Death told him, they should have never met.

"I'm glad to see you again, Albus. Although I was happy during those days, you know I don't like adventure."

The God of Death patted "Dumbledore" on the back and said, then looked at Voldemort, "I explored with them briefly, very briefly."

"Don't talk about that, Reaper, let Voldemort explain all this to them, and we'll go to Hagrid's cabin for a drink or two."

"Dumbledore" said as if he was the master here, then nodded to Voldemort, and pulled Death and Hagrid away.

Hagrid hesitated before leaving. He also wanted to know how "Dumbledore" appeared, but obviously he couldn't refuse "Dumbledore".

Compared with others, Hagrid is the one who is most loyal to "Dumbledore", no matter which world.

The two left, and Voldemort began to explain all this to them, but fortunately he had already done this with the Death Eaters, so he was familiar with it.

After explaining, he also followed in the footsteps of the two and went to Hagrid's cabin.

To be honest, I haven't had a drink here for a long time, and Voldemort misses it a lot.

"You came here so generously, the teachers and students know about it, wouldn't that person know about it?" Voldemort asked with a pale face after drinking for three rounds.

"He's not a fool. Even if I carefully hide my whereabouts, he still knows that I will come." "Dumbledore" said with a belch.

The god of death nodded aside, he looked drunk and blurred, as if he would fall down at any time.

As for Hagrid, his eyes were already staring straight from drinking, and it was only a matter of time before he fell down.

"But will he come again?" Voldemort was still awake, and couldn't help asking.

"Of course come back."

Without waiting for "Dumbledore" to reply, the god of death took the words, and in a short moment, the smell of alcohol on his face dissipated a lot, "This is a decisive battle that we all need, and we are all only a short distance from that complete battle." It's just one step away."

"What will happen then?" Voldemort asked, "All other life that embarked on the path of evolution of higher-dimensional life will disappear?"

"No, it's just being controlled, and there is no possibility of breakthrough." "Dumbledore" shook his head, "But you can still rule a world, as long as your ambition is not too big, it's still very comfortable."

It was obvious that he was looking forward to that day.

Perhaps he has long been tired of the endless battle between Death and Grindelwald, which is why he chose to support one side.

Voldemort nodded and stopped talking, and raised his glass for everyone to take a sip.

Hagrid picked up the wine glass with a drunken eye, and after taking a sip, he fell on the wooden table.

Fortunately, his table was of good quality, and he didn't topple over because his huge body fell on it.

The three of them continued to drink, chatting about some things they didn't know, and the topic didn't get back to the topic for a long time.

It wasn't until the next morning, when Hagrid seemed to be waking up from his sleep, that the three began to discuss formally.

"Australia, the place where prisoners are exiled, it is better to use it as a base than North America." "Dumbledore" said his guess.

"But there are pyramids in North America, maybe he got a glimpse of this method from Riddle..."

"impossible."

"Dumbledore" interrupted Death's speculation, "His pride won't allow him to do that, I know him."

Voldemort and Reaper looked at each other, nodded and did not refute.

"Where will the war start?" Voldemort asked.

"Australia, there are few people there, and there are many places that are not suitable for human habitation. It doesn't matter if it is destroyed." "Dumbledore" said.

Reaper and Voldemort nodded again, as long as they were not in England or the Eastern Continent, they didn't care.

"You only have one chance, 'Dumbledore', I hope you won't be relentless then." The Grim Reaper looked at "Dumbledore" and reminded him kindly.

"I know what to do, and once you complete the evolution, he will be free again, won't he?" "Dumbledore" asked Death, looking at each other.

"Of course, you know me, and you know Voldemort, don't you?"

Death looked at Voldemort, causing "Dumbledore" to look at him too.

"Yeah, he looks like he's doing a better job than any of us."

"Dumbledore" nodded with a smile, and said to Voldemort, "You can try to broadcast the battle live, I think it can have a good deterrent effect, and it will help you negotiate with them later."

"That's exactly what I mean, the Weasley brothers have already begun preparations," said Voldemort.

"Brother Weasley, if I have time, I will go see them. They in my world have all died in the war." "Dumbledore" said with a sad face.

"If you need, you can take two from other worlds." Death said with a smile.

"That's not fair to them in that world, God of Death." "Dumbledore" shook his head.

His words caused Death to curl his lips, obviously not agreeing with the idea of ​​"Dumbledore".

But the three of them didn't discuss this issue any more. After all, it was just a disagreement in the details, and it couldn't affect the overall situation.

(End of this chapter)