Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 551 Your World Is Safe

The evolutionary's fighting style opened Voldemort's eyes.

They are almost completely out of the way wizards should fight.

The reason for saying almost is because the visual effect of their battle still retains some wizard characteristics.

"It's flashy, it's just a result of years of habit, Voldemort, they can use those powers of law silently."

"Dumbledore" explained with a smile on his face, and showed Voldemort one of his laws.

His wand slightly pointed towards the void in front of him, but there was no visible change there.

"Touch it with your hands, Voldemort, this is my little application of the laws of space, derived from my knowledge of Transfiguration."

When he spoke, he pouted forward, and Voldemort also stretched out his hand curiously.

"A pair of moving hands?"

Voldemort's eyes widened in surprise. Although he couldn't see anything there, he could feel it.

"Yes, the spaceman is composed of the power of space law. He has a certain combat intelligence, and has the ability to travel through space and tear space. No matter what, I still love Transfiguration."

Voldemort nodded and glanced at the battlefield not far away. Grindelwald and Reaper had already thrown the distant sky into chaos.

"It is always difficult for us to create things beyond our understanding, perhaps our knowledge is restricting us." He said.

"Dumbledore" nodded, and said: "Reaper also said so. He also tried to create a kind of 'Tao', which is similar to exercises and has different attack methods."

"The result?" Voldemort asked curiously.

He could imagine that the god of death was trying to cultivate.

"It failed, according to what he said, because it was impossible to have a perfect cognition in thought." "Dumbledore" said.

Voldemort nodded slowly, thinking about the answer.

He also tried to practice Taoism, or the way in the legends of ancient Eastern countries.

But he didn't peek into the door to high-dimensional life because of this. Perhaps his long-standing status as a wizard has trapped his thoughts.

Or, he started on this road from a wizard, thinking that the door of comprehension was closed long ago.

He doesn't know the real reason, but it is conceivable that the god of death should have encountered a similar problem to him.

"Can you tell me a few ways to step into the evolutionary path of high-dimensional life?" Voldemort glanced at the distant battlefield and found that it could not end in a short time, so he said to "Dumbledore".

"No matter which one it is, energy is the most fundamental need."

"Dumbledore" didn't shirk, and gave an answer directly.

"Energy?" Voldemort asked.

"The quantity and quality of magic power is one of the fundamental reasons that determine whether you can touch the evolution path of high-dimensional life." "Dumbledore" explained in more detail.

This made Voldemort puzzled, and he asked, "But you all travel through the world by memory."

"Yes, but you have to learn to walk first, don't you?" "Dumbledore" asked rhetorically.

Voldemort was stunned.

"Beyond quality is mental perception, which is hard to explain, but there's a simpler way of saying it."

"Say it," Voldemort said expectantly.

"A more concise world language, or the qualification to directly communicate with the world." "Dumbledore" said.

"Eligibility to talk to the world?" Voldemort wondered, "Is the world alive?"

"No, you're thinking too concretely, that's just a way of saying." After "Dumbledore" finished speaking, he shut up and stopped talking, but set his eyes on the battlefield.

Voldemort also remained silent and stopped talking, just kept thinking about the meaning of what "Dumbledore" said just now.

At least it sounds like this is more specific than the methods given by Reaper and "Dumbledore" himself.

During the period of Voldemort's thinking, "Dumbledore" looked at the battlefield more and more seriously.

He shook the wand in his hand from time to time, as if eager to try.

And when Voldemort walked out of his thoughts, seeing "Dumbledore" like this, he shut his mouth knowingly and stopped speaking.

While waiting quietly, only the battle between Reaper and Grindelwald is still going on vigorously in the distant sky.

Their believers fight in the lower skies, and flying seems to be the basic ability of these people.

"call."

"Dumbledore" suddenly started to move, spinning the wand in his hand.

This caused the sound of howling wind to appear in front of him, but no substantial substance could be seen.

"Whoosh."

With the wand of "Dumbledore" pointing at the two fighting people, a sound was heard, and then a galloping door appeared in the air.

Both of them in the battle suddenly turned their heads to look at the door.

Reaper's eyes showed firmness, while Grindelwald's eyes were slightly puzzled.

"Sleepy."

"Dumbledore" roared, and made an embrace gesture beside Voldemort.

Grindelwald in the distance, at this moment, seemed to be hugged from behind by his shoulders, and the whole person was fixed in place.

And the god of death didn't waste this rare opportunity, his body spun in the air, and when he passed the gate of phantom, he pulled his left hand along the way.

"Crack."

The door of phantom opened, and then the god of death grabbed something behind Grindelwald, and retreated into the door suddenly.

At the critical moment, Grindelwald jumped up and put his feet on the door frame to resist, and the gas stove around him also burst into flames.

But inside the door, a pale and bloodless hand suddenly stretched out.

On the slender fingers, the nails are long and curly.

"Snapped."

Pale and thin hands grabbed Grindelwald's ankle.

Grindelwald, who was struggling, seemed to be startled by this hand, and froze in place.

And the people fighting below them also stopped their movements in astonishment.

"Whoosh."

The arm pulled violently, and Grindelwald was pulled into the door under the gaze of everyone.

At the same time, Reaper turned and closed the door.

"Snapped."

A series of operations are natural, as if they have been practiced countless times.

Until Grindelwald disappeared, his disciples below still couldn't figure out what happened.

"Boom, boom, boom~~~"

The gate of phantom seemed to be beaten hard by someone inside, and the god of death hurriedly approached it, and ruthlessly resisted it.

"Hoohoo~~Hoo~~Jie Jie~~~"

All kinds of weird sounds came from the gate of phantom, but the god of death turned a deaf ear to it and just blocked the door.

Grindelwald's followers began to abandon their enemies and try to charge upwards to save their faith.

In the beginning, someone did get close to the god of death, but he was quickly beaten down by the god of death.

And as soon as the believers of the god of death reacted, these people were once again wrestled by them, unable to save Grindelwald.

"Can that person inside kill Grindelwald?" Hearing all kinds of strange voices coming from the Phantom Gate, Voldemort couldn't help asking.

"Killing is impossible, but if handled well, it should be able to trap him for several years."

"Dumbledore" thought about the answer, and then looked at Voldemort with a smile, "Congratulations, your world is safe."

(End of this chapter)