Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 550
Voldemort couldn't think of an answer, even if he mobilized Lin Zuo's memory.

Looking at the Grim Reaper who had been completely stunned and allowed Grindelwald to put his wand on his forehead, Voldemort's heart was ashamed.

If the god of death dies, even if it is not really death, this world will be destroyed by Grindelwald.

"Perhaps in other parallel worlds, there are still earlier or later me, but the me in this world..."

Pain welled up in his heart, but Voldemort was powerless in the face of a battlefield of this level.

"Om."

The God of Reaper, whose forehead was pressed against his wand, suddenly trembled.

The sound awakened all the meditators, and awakened Death from his stupor.

He wanted to resist, but Grindelwald obviously wouldn't give him such a chance, and he swung his wand forward.

"boom."

The dark flames burst out from the body of Death God, blasting him to pieces in an instant.

Voldemort was keenly aware of an unusual fluctuation, which was the memory of Death.

Yes, in this world, death does not have a soul.

"I will go directly to attack you, God of Death, and this time I will completely obliterate you."

Grindelwald's voice seemed to overflow with excitement.

However, just as he finished speaking, his face suddenly changed, and his eyes suddenly looked at Voldemort.

Voldemort was also at this moment, terrified and wanted to back away.

The reaction of the two of them was all due to the memory of Reaper, who was rushing towards Voldemort at full speed.

"Shh."

Grindelwald's body suddenly disappeared out of thin air, and reappeared in front of Voldemort.

He turned his back to Voldemort, holding his wand as if trying to block something.

Unfortunately, he was still a step too late.

At this time, Voldemort already felt the memory stick straight into his brow.

"Bang bang bang..."

There was a muffled sound, originating from the touch of the memory world.

Compared with the memory world of Death, Voldemort felt that his memory world was too fragile.

He could hold back and not leave, but perhaps soon, his memory world would be smashed by the other party.

Reluctantly, he used his soul to wrap the memory world and exit the body, and what was taken away by him at the same time was the little perpetual magic power in the body.

"Shh."

The surging magical power turned into Voldemort's appearance, making two of him appear in front of everyone at the same time.

It all happened in an instant, and Grindelwald didn't even have time to turn around when Death took possession of Voldemort's body.

"Back again."

Using the magic power of perpetual movement, Voldemort, who instantly forged a new body, roared and retreated first.

Although many of the Death Eaters who followed him were stunned by the scene, they still retreated instinctively and obediently.

The group moved away from here while Grindelwald turned around, but Reaper did not attack while Grindelwald turned around.

"How could I not have thought that you would be a true god, Gellert, I just didn't want to use this body directly." Death said with a smile.

Grindelwald froze for a moment, but then smiled contemptuously.

"If you haven't been soaked by the power of the law for a long time, how much of your strength can it play?"

He asked back, slowly raised his wand, and pointed it at Death.

The god of death also raised his wand to meet him, and at the same time, a green light lit up on the top of the wand in his hand.

In an instant, two rays of light, one black and one green, intertwined to form a beam of light.

"Om."

Grindelwald shook his shoulders, driving his gas stove over Death.

"Om."

The god of death also shook his shoulders, and a turquoise light emerged from him.

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows. He recognized that this was the resident law of Death, but what he couldn't understand was how the opponent's body could use the power of law so naturally.

But he didn't know that the body of the God of Death had been conceived in the Khufu Pyramid for thousands of years, and had already possessed divinity.

"The further they spread out, the power of their laws will explode."

"Dumbledore" who was watching the battle from a distance suddenly roared, reminding Voldemort and others.

Voldemort hurriedly led the people to continue to retreat, but his eyes were fixed on the battlefield.

He still hopes to find a breakthrough opportunity from this battle, but unfortunately, he has found nothing so far.

"Boom~~"

There were two explosions in succession, and both Reaper and Grindelwald burst out with light.

The light on Grindelwald's body is dark in color, which makes people watching have an urge to surrender.

And the light that burst out from the God of Death is emerald green, but the light that represents vitality gives people a feeling of death.

Two kinds of rays of light with great color difference enveloped the two, and collided at the place where the spells connected with each other.

The ear-piercing sound of friction made Voldemort and the others cover their ears.

But the sound was like a spell, even if he used earplugs to listen to the spell, he still couldn't resist the sharp sound.

"It is a voice that goes straight to the soul. If you are not used to it, you can step back a little bit. If it doesn't work, you can leave first."

Voldemort turned his head and said something to the Death Eaters behind him, and then took the initiative to take a few steps forward, wanting to feel the power of the law at a closer distance.

Although he didn't know what the law of the two of them represented, but the feeling of surrender or death made him fall in love with him.

Especially the dead emerald green light, which is the power of law that he can use in the future, it is supposed to be the easiest for him to comprehend.

"Don't try to learn that law, Voldemort, you can't evolve this law without killing people in a few worlds."

As if guessing what Voldemort was saying, "Dumbledore" came to him and said.

"Will Death win?" Voldemort ignored the other party's warning, and instead asked a question he was more concerned about.

Compared to comprehending the law, he actually hopes that the god of death will win.

After all, only living has a future, and death is really all over.

"I don't know, Grindelwald must have guessed that he has tricks." "Dumbledore" said shaking his head.

Voldemort was taken aback by his words, and asked in confusion: "Grindelwald guessed that Death can use my body?"

"Dumbledore" shook his head immediately, and said: "He didn't guess this, but he can guess that the god of death came with his real body, so plan ahead in everything, as old foxes like us do."

"Then Grindelwald probably has a way to deal with it?" Voldemort asked.

"After fighting for so many years, there must be countermeasures." "Dumbledore" nodded, but then frowned, "But Death is not the real body after all, and it will be a matter of time before he loses."

"Then why don't you help?" Voldemort asked suspiciously.

Why does this old guy in front of him feel like he is watching the fun?
"It's not time yet, Voldemort, we only have one chance, we have to stay calm." "Dumbledore" finally became serious, looking at the battlefield not far away and said.

Voldemort nodded without responding, just quietly waiting for his only one chance.

He turned his head and glanced at "Dumbledore", and found that the other party was paying attention to the battlefield seriously.

It can be seen that he is indeed looking for the best time.

"I hope there will be a good result." Voldemort murmured in his heart.

　Two changes today

　　
　
(End of this chapter)