Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

Every emotion is transformed into an independent life.

They mixed in their own clusters and charged towards each other crazily.

The tragic wails echoed in the room, and the firelight rose and fell with the wails, which was breathtaking.

Bella, who exited the room and returned to the corridor, watched this scene from a distance, looking at Voldemort from time to time.

Bella, with Voldemort's back turned, raised her right hand firmly, but her body swayed from time to time, proving that he was not as calm as he appeared.

Even if he is not in the center of the battlefield between two emotions, he is still affected from time to time.

And the love he had just realized made him feel unnecessary pity in his heart.

"Is this the price we pay for passing through the illusion of illusion?"

Voldemort whispered softly in a voice that only he could hear.

After a long time, the two emotions came out victorious.

The emotions from the Sighing Bell, which were more numerous and more tragic, won the final victory.

When the last emotion in the wall of sighs disappeared, the flat wall made a loud noise.

"Boom~~~"

Debris flew and the wall collapsed.

Voldemort's eyes narrowed and he looked towards the dark corridor behind the broken wall.

"Master, can I come in?"

Bella's voice came from behind, and Voldemort nodded slightly.

"The movement is so big this time, Master." Bella said as she stepped in.

"Because that's not the right way to do it."

Voldemort took two steps forward, reached out and touched the broken part of the wall and said.

"Not the right way?" Bella murmured in confusion, but Voldemort did not give an explanation.

There really was no need for him to explain, Bella quickly understood what he meant.

The first two times they entered the memory corridor and fantasy mirror, each time they passed through, the exit opened silently.

But this time, the hole looked more like it had been blown open by an explosion spell.

This result, as Voldemort said, is not the "right way."

"Rajidev I explored this place?" Bella asked in surprise.

"Maybe deeper, Bella, follow me next, but keep your distance."

Voldemort said softly, then lifted up his robe, stepped over the broken wall and walked into the darkness behind.

Bella tightened her wand and followed quickly behind him.

The dark corridor did not light up with torches as the two entered.

Voldemort tried the lighting spell, but it didn't work as before.

"Master, why can memory spells be used but other spells cannot?"

Bella remembered the scene of Voldemort pulling out memories when she woke up before, and couldn't help but ask loudly from behind.

"It's not that the spell can't be used, Bella, it's just that the external magic has been eliminated."

Voldemort responded loudly and cautiously took small steps forward to test - he was afraid that there were traps in the corridor, and being unable to use magic greatly reduced his ability to deal with the traps.

"Can magic be eliminated?" Bella's surprised voice came from behind.

"Rather, not eliminated, Bella, but absorbed into the building."

Voldemort said solemnly, "Khufu's Pyramid is devouring magic power, and the reason is unknown."

Bella opened her mouth in surprise, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Voldemort ignored her and just carefully explored forward step by step.

What surprised him was that there didn't seem to be any mechanism in the corridor.

He walked forward until he reached a spiral staircase, but still no mechanism was triggered.

After pausing for a moment, Voldemort repaired himself briefly before walking up the stairs.

No matter what, he won't give up halfway.

At least, he wouldn't think about this until the long mist rope collapsed.

"Pa bang bang..."

The sound of two footsteps, one behind the other, was heard on the spiral staircase, and both of them moved forward in silence.

Voldemort remained cautious, but until he saw the glimmer of light in front of him, he did not encounter any trap.

"Wait for me where you can see the faint light, Bella. I'll let you in, and then you can walk in."

After Voldemort ordered Bella, he stepped out of the spiral staircase alone and entered a square space.

The torches on the wall here have been lit, and the firelight allows Voldemort to see everything here.

It means everything, but in fact, there is only one well in the entire square room.

Voldemort walked to the well with his wand in his right hand and a revolver in his left hand.

He did not look directly down the well, but carefully paid attention to the edge of the well and tried to read the sacred texts above.

"Life...leap..."

Slowly rotating around the edge of the well, he could only understand these two words.

But with only these two words, it is obviously impossible to decipher the meaning of this well.

After a moment of silence, Voldemort leaned forward and slowly looked into the well.

What came into view was a sheet of rolling blood.

This well actually contained an extremely large amount of blood.

The surging smell of blood can only be smelled when you are above the wellhead.

Voldemort retreated slightly, and the smell disappeared.

"Rest where you are, Bella. You can eat something. I think I'm going to spend a long time here."

Voldemort turned around and said something, then took out the divine dictionary from his waist pocket.

"Okay, Master."

Bella in the spiral staircase responded, but Voldemort ignored her.

He has already begun studying the sacred texts on the edge of the well, which is a job that requires concentration.

Time has no meaning in this closed space.

Voldemort was busy studying divine texts, while Bella was always waiting in the spiral staircase.

I don’t know how long it took, but Voldemort finally researched the divine text and came up with a rough idea:

Summon life energy and make people transform into gods.

This is the meaning represented by the sacred text on the top layer of the well. It may be biased, but it should generally mean this.

"Life energy...people...gods..."

Voldemort murmured a few keywords and frowned, "Does Death really live here?"

No one could answer his question, so he could only keep this doubt in his heart and continue to read the following divine text:

Only devout believers who touch the life energy with their hands can open the door to the ladder of thought.

The following sentence describes the method of clearing the level, but it stumped Voldemort.

A devout believer, which he clearly is not.

"Is that the end?"

Voldemort murmured, looking at Bella in the shadow of the stairs behind him.

"Master, what do you need me to do?"

As if feeling Voldemort's gaze, Bella's voice came from the darkness.

"Come in, Bella, I need you."

Voldemort said solemnly, he decided to give it a try.

Bella walked up quickly and looked at Voldemort firmly.

"Take it and put your hand in the well."

Voldemort took off the long mist rope that he had been wearing on his wrist and tied it on Bella's hand himself.

"Owner……"

"Shh~"

Voldemort stopped her refusal and said, "This level requires devout believers, but the divine text does not say who the believers are. I want to play a word game with him."

For the first time, Voldemort called him instead of him.

Obviously, he became more and more aware of the existence of the God of Death.

"This is dangerous, Bella, don't be brave."

Voldemort said, patted her hand and said, "With a heart that is pious to me, reach down your hand. If something happens, the long mist rope will protect you."

"At that time, I hope you will choose to give up rationally, Bella."