Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 562 "H"

Behind the veil, there was a cacophony of voices.

Voldemort, who was not listening for the first time, didn't care about these voices.

Unlike him back then, at this time he already knew where these voices came from.

They come from parallel worlds. The closer the world, the louder the sound, and the farther the world, the smaller the sound.

As for the sound of the past and the future, it will also echo here, but it is more difficult to capture.

The silent people began to worship, trying to make the message from the god of death clearer through the power of faith.

Voldemort also slowly closed his eyes to enhance his hearing.

Time passed slowly, and the curtain moved faster and more frequently, but there was no sound worthy of attention.

Voldemort's brows slowly frowned, wondering why the transmission of the information was so delayed this time.

"It seems that something is blocking the transmission of information, Your Majesty, the power of faith has encountered a great obstacle in the veil." Sir Gamp suddenly approached the veil and whispered to Voldemort.

"Are you sure?" Voldemort asked.

The prayers were presided over by Sir Gump, so control of the Power of Faith also belonged to him, and even Voldemort could not feel the Power of Faith that penetrated the Veil.

Because once through the veil, that power is considered to have entered the world, and even shuttled between time.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Sir Gamp replied firmly.

Voldemort nodded slowly, and glanced at the Silent Man who was still worshiping.

"Strengthen the output of faith, Sir Gamp, the information this time is very important to us, you know how dangerous it is if that door is opened." Voldemort said seriously.

Sir Gamp nodded fiercely, then walked down the stone platform, and began to urge the silent man to mobilize more power of faith.

The voice of prayer suddenly became louder, and the power of faith also increased, but the message did not appear immediately.

The long wait made Voldemort feel that the news might not come again, but he was unwilling to give up.

Draco still has some doubts about this ceremony. Although he also joined the Silent Man organization, he doesn't believe in the god of death.

The god in his heart is Voldemort, not the future god of death.

Looking at Sir Gamp, who was trying his best to encourage everyone to worship, he frowned.

Because Voldemort also has his own sacrificial dance, but it is completely different from the silent man's worship.

This made him feel absurd about the idea that Voldemort and the future Voldemort, Death, were one.

Just as he was thinking wildly, his eyes accidentally fell on Voldemort's face on the stone platform.

At this moment, Voldemort's frowning brows suddenly dispersed, and surprise appeared on his face.

But then, the frown raised again, and it was more furrowed than before.

"What happened?" Draco thought in surprise.

"Your Majesty, is there any change?" Sir Gamp obviously noticed the change in Voldemort's expression, and asked everyone to stop.

"The message came, but some..."

Voldemort couldn't find an adjective for a while, so everyone just waited quietly.

After a while, Voldemort shook his head, stretched his eyebrows and said, "There is only one letter, H."

"H?"

Sir Gamp's eyes widened, obviously he did not expect such a result.

"Om."

The hall of death became chaotic in an instant, and the silent people discussed the meaning of "H" with each other.

Draco also cast doubtful eyes on the curtain, unable to figure out what the "H" stood for.

"It should be that there is no more information, and the veil has not changed."

After Sir Gamp calmed down, he looked at the drapery that had become less swaying and said.

Voldemort glanced at it, then nodded in agreement.

"Let's go to the office to discuss it." Looking at the noisy death hall, Voldemort knew that this was not a good place to discuss, so he asked Sir Gamp to lead the way, and walked to the office with Draco.

The place was still small, even if there were only three of them, it seemed a bit crowded, but at least it was quiet enough.

"What do you think about 'H'?" Voldemort spoke first.

Sir Gamp and Draco looked at each other, then shook their heads.

Voldemort also sighed, the "H" really caught him off guard.

Just such a letter, the directions that can be pointed to are too broad.

"Let's start with the Ugadu Academy of Magic, Draco, and leave this matter to you."

After thinking for a while, Voldemort still decided to hand over the matter to Draco, and then he looked at Sir Gamp again, "Keep an eye on the locked room, I think similar things will happen there."

Sir Gamp immediately stated that he would stay in the Department of Mysteries and pay attention to that door.

When the topic came to this point, the three of them fell silent, as if they had nothing to say.

In fact, they were all so full of doubts about the "H" that it seemed to be a curse that killed their brain cells.

"Let's go, Draco, you go to the Ministry of Magic to apply for a Portkey?" Voldemort looked at Draco.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Draco nodded, and it was a little dangerous for him to use Intercontinental Apparition.

"I'm going up with you, I happen to have something to do with Percy." Voldemort nodded to Sir Gamp, and then left with Draco.

In the elevator, Voldemort and Draco stood one behind the other.

"Have you paid attention to Hermione recently?" Voldemort asked suddenly.

The seemingly unintentional question was actually Voldemort wanting to confirm Draco's status.

If he was still obsessed with the loss of love and couldn't extricate himself, Voldemort would not be at ease entrusting such an important matter to him.

"It is said that I just went to a magic school in Australia, which was a hidden stronghold of Grindelwald before, and she wanted to know more about Grindelwald." Draco replied calmly.

"Knowing Grindelwald, it seems that she still can't let go of her allegiance to Grindelwald to her other self." Voldemort said, turning his head to look at Draco, seeing the flicker of sadness in his eyes. Pass.

"It should be, but it's good to focus on this, and you won't think too much when you're busy."

As if feeling Voldemort's gaze, Draco replied, looking up at Voldemort with a carefree smile on his face.

Voldemort also nodded in satisfaction.

Although there is still sadness, at least there is no such worrying state of life and death.

"You have to take this matter seriously, Draco, you know what this means to this world."

Voldemort turned around and patted Draco's still thin shoulder, "Your list is heavy."

"I understand, Your Majesty, I will definitely do my best." Draco said firmly.

Voldemort nodded, and at that moment the elevator was where Draco was going, and Voldemort was still a few floors up.

"Go, Draco, I believe in you, you can do it." Voldemort encouraged, and pushed the opponent's back.

Draco stepped out of the elevator and turned around to help Voldemort close the door.

"I will never disappoint you again, Your Majesty."

Draco's firm and deep voice sounded amidst the friction sound caused by the pulling of the iron net.

Voldemort nodded in satisfaction and pressed the elevator button.

(End of this chapter)