Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

After waking up from his long dream, Voldemort stared blankly at himself in the mirror for a moment.

Is that person with long hair and wrinkles on his face really him?

"I won't really stand here for sixty years, right?"

Voldemort murmured, using magic to sense the passage of time.

"It's only a quarter of an hour. It seems like this is the effect of the illusion."

He murmured and shook his body, his old face disappeared, and his body returned to its youthful appearance.

But he, who had just regained his youthful appearance, suddenly woke up and suddenly turned his head to look at Bella behind him.

What caught his eye was an old face and long black and white hair.

"Bella..."

Voldemort murmured, thinking for a moment and raising his wand to point at his temple.

He pulled out an elegant silver thread, and quickly pointed it at Bella's temple under the guidance of the wand.

In an instant, Voldemort entered the illusion again.

Only this time, he entered Bella's fantasy world.

"No one dares question the Dark Lord, no one."

He had just entered this world, and the moment he opened his eyes, he saw Bella roaring and pointing her wand at... Daenerys.

"Either bring all the vampire families to join the Dark Lord, or choose to die."

Her roar filled the entire hall. Voldemort glanced around in confusion and found that he was actually in the Hogwarts Great Hall.

The corner of his mouth twitched. Voldemort really couldn't accept it and made the student cafeteria his office location.

"Quiet."

Voldemort spoke slowly, interrupting Bella who was about to cast a spell, "You all get out, Bella, you stay."

Everyone let out a sigh of relief, and then filed out, leaving only Bella who looked at Voldemort in confusion.

"This is a dream, Bella, we are in the Pyramid of Khufu..."

Voldemort began to describe their situation, which surprised Bella.

"impossible."

She interrupted Voldemort several times to express that she could not accept this fact.

In this regard, Voldemort could only persist coldly - he found that he had become much softer than before, perhaps this was the sequelae of that life.

"You must be lying to me, aren't you, Dark Lord?"

When Voldemort finished telling everything, Bella said in disbelief, "We already have children here. We have lived together for more than sixty years. We..."

"Bella, accept the reality, otherwise you will be trapped here until you die."

Voldemort interrupted her again and said cruelly.

For a moment, Bella collapsed, but after a long silence, she finally accepted the reality.

The whole world begins to collapse and they begin to leave this illusion.

But suddenly, the world became stable again.

"Can we live here for a few more years, okay?" Bella knelt on the ground and prayed.

Voldemort shook his head in silence and ruthlessly rejected Bella's request.

"Woo~~"

Bella cried, letting the world collapse again.

As Bella wakes up, Voldemort takes his memory back to the memory world, and the old Bella is staring in the mirror in a daze.

She still looks old and out of shape, after all, her body is not made of magic.

Voldemort thought she would go crazy, but she didn't.

"The next level is the Wall of Sighs, right, Master?" Bella asked him.

Voldemort nodded and looked at the corridor that quietly appeared on the wall behind the mirror.

"Then let's go."

Bella said with a smile, seemingly accepting the change.

Voldemort was silent for a while, then followed her with a sigh.

In Bella's current state, she probably doesn't have many years left to live.

And presumably Bella herself knew this.

After all, it was her own body.

Before leaving the room, Voldemort took a deep look at the Mirror of Fantasy.

This thing is really unexpectedly evil.

The two walked silently through the long corridor and entered a room again.

The room was not big. There were candles on three walls, and the only blank side was facing the two of them.

"Get behind me, Bella."

Voldemort said, taking out the Sighing Bell.

Taking a deep breath, Voldemort walked towards the Wall of Sighs.

This is a level that even the Silent People have not passed, and I don’t know if the Sighing Bell can handle it.

Voldemort touched the long mist rope at his wrist and said to Bella: "If the long mist rope reacts, you can leave immediately and return to the original position. With its protection, I will have no problem."

Bella said "Yeah" but didn't say anything more.

Voldemort looked back at her and found that her eyes were in a trance.

"Focus, Bella, don't let me worry about you." Voldemort said seriously.

"I understand, Master." Bella quickly straightened up and said.

Voldemort nodded and began to hold the Sighing Bell closer to the blank wall.

As his footsteps got closer, unknown power began to surge in the wall.

"Snapped."

Voldemort stood three steps in front of the Wall of Sighs, and the power in the wall finally broke through.

It was a strong emotion, dark, low, and boundlessly pressing on Voldemort.

Before he even got close, Voldemort gave Voldemort the illusion that he was about to fall into boundless darkness.

"Ling ring ring~~~"

The Sighing Bell began to swing on its own. At first it was just a crisp ringing sound, but slowly it began to sound like an endless wail.

Voldemort lowered his head and saw that the Sighing Bell made of gold had turned red, as if blood was about to flow out of it.

"Ah~~"

"Help~~~"

"Spare me~~~"

Endless wailing sounded from the Bell of Sighs, and along with the sound of the bell, surged towards the Wall of Sighs.

Voldemort quietly watched the emotions of pessimism and despair collide, as if he saw two armies fighting together.

"Back off a little more, Bella."

Voldemort locked his consciousness and refused to be affected by the two emotions, while shouting to Bella behind him.

Bella stepped back in response, startled by the two emotions.

Especially the emotion in The Sighing Bell is as tragic as hell on earth.

"Master, the emotions in this Sighing Bell are not real, are they?" Bella asked tremblingly.

"Do you think magic can simulate this kind of emotion?" Voldemort asked.

Bella shook her head violently. She obviously didn't think there was such magic.

But, how many people do you need to kill to get such a tragic emotion?

The Death Eaters were already the most evil group of wizards she knew, but the wizard who made this Sighing Bell...

"Is this what absolute rights breed?"

Voldemort, whose state of mind had quietly changed, lowered his head, looked at the blood-red bell and murmured softly.

He had reason to believe that this was the work of Rajdev I.

"In comparison, the one who built the Wall of Sighs may be more righteous."

Voldemort raised his head and looked at the wall of sighs that were constantly filled with low emotions.

Although the mood was low, it was far from despair.