Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 572 Caressing the Hand of Fate [Final Chapter]

Several figures in the brain hall instantly provided Voldemort with countless computing power.

Facing the impact of the superimposed shadows of countless worlds in the past, Voldemort no longer felt a headache.

He even had an illusion that his eyes and ears were clear, as if the overlapping images of many chaotic worlds had become orderly and clear in his eyes.

He continued to follow Grindelwald's past, and after a while, he saw "Dumbledore", and also saw himself in another world-the Grim Reaper.

He saw their battles, their cooperation, and their initial exchanges.

At that time, they were very close, they shared the same interests, and they both had the idea of ​​changing the world and holding fate by the throat.

Parting ways was their final destination, but at the beginning, everything was so beautiful.

"For the greater good!"

In Grindelwald's superimposed shadow, he shouted this more than once, and wanted to change the wizard's situation more than once.

He is great and brutal.

He didn't care about the lives of Muggles, or the fate of weak wizards.

He sticks to his beliefs, even if his lover is far away from him, even if his life is lonely from now on.

Voldemort tried to explore the starting point of his childhood, and tried to explore the secrets of his heart.

But that's not so mysterious or unfathomable, he had a not so miserable childhood.

Perhaps, he embarked on this path of wizard revival only because of his self-esteem as a wizard.

A wizard should not be like an ant.

This, perhaps, is the starting point of it all.

"A persistent...fool..."

Voldemort left a sigh in the midst of Grindelwald's double image, then turned his gaze to another double image.

That belongs to Death.

More precisely, it was Riddle's Grim Reaper.

It is still a lengthy past, and they travel through time and space, as if they have lived dozens of lives.

stubborn.

This is the past of Death God, which left the deepest impression on him.

Not attachment, not greed, but stubbornness.

He is always stubbornly pursuing everything that does not belong to him.

People around him come and go, but it seems that no one can enter his world.

Standing against the whole world alone, he is stubborn and never explains his actions to anyone.

"It's childhood, didn't it make you, Riddle, you look like a little fool."

Looking at Riddle, who was standing alone by the courtyard wall when he was a child, kicking the courtyard wall from time to time, Voldemort couldn't help murmuring.

Regarding Grindelwald's past, his perception is not profound.

After all, it's someone else's life.

But for the god of death, he has a deeper understanding, because that is also a part of him.

"To caress the sadness of an unfair fate, but I hope you can reconcile with the world."

Voldemort murmured, and slowly stretched out his right hand.

In an instant, countless overlapping shadows rushed towards his right hand and slowly dissipated under his palm.

Voldemort didn't erase the fates that determined their characters or their futures, but he erased the key points of their obsession.

Not to delete, but to smooth out.

Under the caress of his palm, everything became peaceful.

And when his consciousness returned to the main world again, soul and body came one after another.

He was reborn in front of everyone like this, and the entangled God of Death and Grindelwald slowly separated under everyone's gaze.

The Grim Reaper is no longer noseless, with scarlet eyes.

He looked much older than Voldemort, but still kept the outline of Voldemort's face.

As for Grindelwald, he is still the same as before, and even the hostility on his body is not much less.

It's just that in terms of momentum, it is no longer as full as before.

From time to time, a look of disappointment flashed between his brows and eyes.

"When will I disappear?"

The first question asked by the god of death was related to his life and death.

"Go back to Ni's world, don't cholera other worlds, Riddle, this world is guarded by me."

Voldemort said easily, and waved everyone in the corridor, including Reaper and Grindelwald, to Fort Gaunt in an instant.

Bella was playing on the lawn with her children, and the sun shone on Delphi's face, casting a ray of light on her immature childhood.

Voldemort didn't disturb the play of the mother and daughter, he thought it was good to watch all this from afar.

"I am the future you. Now that you have grown up, won't you replace me immediately?" Death asked reluctantly.

"If you don't get out of the furnace of fate and time, Riddle, things will turn out as you said, but now it's different, I have come to the end of this road, the next step..."

Having said this, Voldemort suddenly stopped, and he thought for a moment before speaking again.

"I don't know, maybe, I just mastered the world, maybe someone is still looking at me from a higher place, but that doesn't matter, to you, you are still you."

Death nodded, and then looked at Bella on the lawn in the distance.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but Voldemort stopped him before he could shake his head.

"Get out of here, Riddle, this place doesn't belong to you."

Voldemort's voice became indifferent, Death hesitated for a moment, nodded and disappeared into this world.

"How would you govern the world?"

After the Grim Reaper disappeared, Grindelwald immediately stepped forward and asked Voldemort.

"Governance?"

Voldemort raised his eyebrows, then shook his head, "You're thinking too much, Gellert, we've never managed anything, it's all fate that pulls us in and makes us drift in this long river."

"Is this what you saw?" Grindelwald asked, frowning.

"I saw nothing, do you believe it?" Voldemort asked.

Grindelwald frowned deeper. He was silent for a moment, then pointed upwards and said, "Without Him."

"At least I didn't see it." Voldemort spread his hands.

"But all of this..."

Grindelwald glanced around, but suddenly stopped talking, not knowing what to say.

"I can see and change the past and the future, including yours and mine."

Voldemort turned around and waved his hand backwards, indicating that the Death Eaters could disperse, "But I still live at this point, neither the past nor the future."

"But you can change them, right?" Grindelwald asked.

"Yes, but I can't go back to who I was a minute ago, do you understand?" Voldemort asked him.

Grindelwald nodded, understanding.

"What does your future look like?" Grindelwald asked.

This question made Voldemort stunned in place, and he began to fall into a long period of sluggishness, and two runes appeared in his eyes.

Countless overlapping images of himself appeared, but he looked at it for a long time but couldn't find the end after all.

"Too long, Gellert, I don't know."

Voldemort said with a smile, then turned his head to look to the other side, and sure enough, he saw Draco holding Hermione's hand, walking towards Bella and Delphi.

Lucius, who was not far away, after hesitating for a moment, stomped his feet and chose to leave.

Seeing this scene, Voldemort smiled even more.

"That's fine, isn't it?"

He turned his head again, looked at the frowning Grindelwald and said.

The sun shone through the gap in the dome of Gaunt Castle, hitting Voldemort's squinting and smiling face.

At this moment, he looked so happy and pure.

Not far behind him, his daughter was chirping and running towards Hermione.

There were butterflies and bees flying among the flowers and plants, passing over my daughter's head.

And the wind blew the ends of Bella's hair, causing her to flip her long hair lazily.

　I want to say a lot, but I feel that it is too long-winded, so thank you for your support all the time, thank you!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)