Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 547 For the Greater Good
Grindelwald's arrival was not fast, which gave Voldemort and others enough time to prepare.

But this preparation time is not so abundant when Grindelwald's body comes.

After all, whether it is the god of death or "Dumbledore", it is not enough to use this time to mobilize his own body to descend.

"According to the plan, as long as the memory core is not trapped, there is always a way to make a comeback."

"Dumbledore" was quite open-minded, but faced with this situation, the Grim Reaper could only nod helplessly to accept it.

The only one who finds it unacceptable is Voldemort.

Compared to "Dumbledore" who does not belong to this world at all, and compared to the fact that Death can separate a new parallel world as his past, Voldemort is a native of this world.

If Grindelwald, who has come from the true god, breaks this world, he will be the one who suffers the most.

But when he looked at the other two, they turned their heads away tacitly, and no one looked at him.

Guilt?

Maybe, but not many.

The two who have traveled in many parallel worlds for many years, presumably they will not be saddened by Voldemort's death.

Seeing this, Voldemort didn't say anything more, but he was thinking about how to break through and enter the evolutionary path of high-dimensional life.

Only in that way can he control his own destiny and no longer be at the mercy of others.

But on this point, neither the God of Death nor "Dumbledore" gave him a clear answer.

Opportunity, Reaper replied.

Find your heart, here's "Dumbledore" the answer.

And these two answers did not have a clear point, which made Voldemort distressed day and night.

However, time will not stop because of pressure or distress. Seeing that Grindelwald is showing more and more figures, it is time for everyone to set off.

This time, in addition to Reaper and "Dumbledore", there were also Death Eaters from other worlds who traveled earlier than Reaper.

Except for a few Death Eaters in this world who wanted to join the war, most of them gave up.

This is Voldemort's suggestion, including himself, and it shouldn't have much effect on this battlefield.

Except for those Death Eaters who have a higher pursuit of magic, it is of little significance for the rest of the people to watch the battle at close range.

The reason why Voldemort wants to go is to find an opportunity, or as "Dumbledore" said, to find his own heart.

Thinking about it, such a big battle should inspire him.

With this mentality in mind, Voldemort led a small number of Death Eaters, and followed the wizards from another world headed by Death and "Dumbledore".

Instead of using magic for intercontinental teleportation, a group of people chose to use Portkeys.

This surprised Voldemort a bit. He thought that the god of death would show some unusual magic, but it didn't.

And when they arrived in Australia through the Portkey, they immediately ran to the place where Grindelwald's body appeared, that is, directly below that position, a person was sitting there blankly.

It's Grindelwald, the Grindelwald of this world.

He was not surprised to see everyone, but his eyes wandered away from "Dumbledore" for a long time.

"You came much later than I thought." Grindelwald stood there alone, looking at the crowd and said.

"We don't need to be in a hurry, right?" "Dumbledore" stepped forward, "What about those who support you, won't they follow?"

"There's no need to let them die, is there?" Grindelwald said, looking at the god of death, "you are the god of death?"

Death nodded, but did not speak.

Regarding this, Grindelwald didn't say anything more, he just looked at the god of death curiously, and then looked at Voldemort.

"This world may be destroyed. If that is the case, please believe that it is not my intention. What you have done is better than I imagined, but it is not enough."

Grindelwald's words sounded like an incomplete apology to Voldemort and the world.

Even in this apology, there is a little pride.

"Are you sure the other you will do better?" Voldemort ignored the apology and pride, but asked blankly.

"Better?" Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, shook his head and said, "No, Voldemort, he is just stronger, but you must know that the stronger the ability, the greater the responsibility, so he should bear more responsibility than me. "

"So, you don't hesitate to destroy the world you live in?" Voldemort's stern tone contained resentment.

Most of the time, we hate traitors far more than enemies and bystanders who have nothing to do with us.

"That is its fate, Voldemort. Although this is a self-comforting statement, you and I both understand that on the way to the goal, there are always things to be sacrificed, including life." Grindelwald argued.

"We are different, Mr. Grindelwald." Voldemort said coldly.

Grindelwald froze for a moment, smiled wryly and shook his head.

"Yeah, we are different, we are indeed different." Grindelwald murmured, but did not say anything different.

But both of them understand the difference between each other.

Grindelwald is an idealist, he has few selfish desires, and will do anything for his ideals.

He used to burn selfish believers with flames, and he also abandoned some companions for his ideals.

But Voldemort is different, he is more selfish than Grindelwald.

He wants eternal life, rights, and control of his own destiny.

At the same time, he will not tolerate selfish subordinates like Grindelwald.

On the contrary, he is more at ease with this kind of person, because people with flaws are easier to control.

But those defenders always gave Voldemort a feeling of unreliability.

And when the conversation was deadlocked, Voldemort was thinking silently, and Grindelwald was waiting quietly, "Dumbledore" suddenly spoke.

"Gellert, are you going to sacrifice yourself in exchange for his coming?"

The words of "Dumbledore" made most people startled, and then turned their suspicious eyes to Grindelwald.

Grindelwald, who lowered his head and quietly waited for the arrival of the other world himself, slowly raised his head, revealing those eyes that radiated a fiery light.

Standing alone under the center of the flame vortex, he seemed a little lonely.

But when his eyes burst into an unusual light, no one cared that he was just alone anymore.

This quiet moment seemed to allow him to own the whole world.

"For the greater good, Albus, even if it's my life."

Grindelwald said sincerely, flipped his raised right hand down, and bowed gracefully to everyone.

"I'm willing to give anything for this goal, you know, Albus."

When he finished saying this and slowly stood up, his figure began to slowly turn into nothingness.

And before he completely disappeared, a sincere and happy smile bloomed on his face.

This is the Grindelwald of this world, the last expression left to people.

He has since disappeared from this world, but people will keep singing that sentence:

For the greater good.

(End of this chapter)