Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"Contrary to you, Mr. Grindelwald, I used to be a withdrawn and impulsive person."

Grindelwald nodded, obviously he was no stranger to Voldemort's past.

"But there is no doubt that when I faced Harry, I was a little... losing my mind."

"Do you believe in fate too much?" Grindelwald immediately grasped the key point.

"Yes, I was tortured crazy by fate at that time. I thought that by killing Harry and Neville, I could gain everything."

Voldemort stared at the cane blankly, frowning and saying, "It wasn't until I heard you tell your story that I realized that maybe someone was secretly influencing me."

"Can you tell who passed it?" Grindelwald asked.

Voldemort frowned, and the images of countless people kept rolling in his mind, but he couldn't stop.

"The Silent Men, do you think they are the same group as the Observers?" Voldemort suddenly asked.

"No, that's definitely not the case. The Silent Man has existed for much longer." Grindelwald said firmly.

"Then I can't think of anyone, unless I think everyone is suspicious."

Voldemort gave up thinking, not wanting to fall into the vortex of doubt.

"Look, this is the dilemma we face. The enemy is well hidden." Grindelwald sighed.

"They may also be influencing me through curses. I think this may be very..."

Voldemort tried to further remove his doubts and avoid future distrust of everyone around him.

But Grindelwald looked at him like a fool, making him stop.

"Well, I can't find that person, if he really exists." Voldemort said somewhat dejectedly.

"What do you think what happened to you and me means?" Grindelwald asked.

"Cut off those who integrate power and ideas, Grindelwald, you don't have to test me with such a simple question."

Voldemort adjusted the monocle and said, "Also, although I can't think of the person beside me, there is definitely something wrong with Lily Potter."

Grindelwald's eyes suddenly lit up and he said, "What do you think of that spell..."

"The ancient spell full of 'love', was this specially invented for me?" Voldemort asked with disdain.

Grindelwald pondered, and his eyes grew brighter.

"It's very possible, Voldemort, maybe... no, definitely, the observer must have helped Lily, and even Lily herself may be an observer."

He looked even more excited than Voldemort. Perhaps he blamed this organization for his depression over the years.

"Yes, but her death means little to us. Let's talk about the political legacy first, Mr. Grindelwald, this is my main purpose." Voldemort said.

"Okay, I have another question to ask you." Grindelwald said.

Voldemort nodded, indicating for him to ask questions.

"How can I ensure that your crooked eyes will not make the same mistakes as before?" Grindelwald asked.

"Crooked?" Voldemort asked confused.

"Yes, you can see the essence, but you use it to seek power and pursue eternal life, instead of looking at the overall situation and looking at the future of the wizarding world..."

"You mean the Statute of Secrecy?" Voldemort interrupted and asked.

Grindelwald nodded, that's what he said.

In his opinion, breaking the law of secrecy was the only way for wizards to gain freedom and liberation.

Voldemort obviously understood what Grindelwald meant, but there was a different color in his eyes.

"In fact, I am prepared to break this bill and use that country in America as a test field, but..."

The more Voldemort spoke, the brighter the light in his eyes became.

"I suddenly felt that maybe the observers would show up again to stop me, just like they stopped you last time."

Voldemort's words stunned Grindelwald.

He stood there in shock for a long time, then suddenly stood up excitedly - which caused Antonio, who had just sneaked up on him, to be thrown to the ground again.

"That's really one way we're going to get them out of the rat hole."

Grindelwald wandered around the room excitedly, and when he passed by Antonio who was lying on the floor acting coquettishly, he even kicked him excitedly.

"ah……"

Antonio yelled and rolled out of the door, stumbling on the stairs and making "ping ping ping ping" echoes.

After walking out of the door and watching Antonio fall at the far end, Grindelwald returned to the room.

At this time, the excitement on his face was much lessened.

"The reason why I object to confidentiality laws is because they make us safe, and they lie to make us think we are safe."

Grindelwald's voice became heavier and more infectious, which was obviously different from his previous hoarse voice.

"But in essence, the secrecy law just makes us cowardly, no longer wary of danger, and just think that this depression is our paradise."

Voldemort nodded slowly. He quite agreed with Grindelwald's idea.

"Maybe the secrecy law itself was created by the observer to weaken the wizarding world."

Grindelwald listened to Voldemort's words and nodded sharply.

"If you look at it from this perspective, it's not impossible. It can even be said that... it's very possible."

His eyes suddenly became fierce, and then he sat on the edge of the bed in vain.

"It's a pity that I am old. Even if I can use your magic to restore my youthful appearance, once my heart becomes old, I will no longer have the motivation to complete such a lofty undertaking."

Voldemort smiled and coughed slightly.

"you?"

Grindelwald, who raised his eyebrows and looked at Voldemort, was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes lit up again.

"If it's you, I have great hope, but you need to be more cautious. If you are just like me, or like you before..."

The nagging Grindelwald's voice gradually became quieter.

Because he found that Voldemort was looking at him with a playful expression.

"Yes, you have experienced it once. I think you will be cautious enough this time." Grindelwald said with some disappointment.

It was obvious that he wished he was sitting across from him rather than Voldemort.

It's a pity that time makes people grow old, even if they have great ambitions, they can't withstand the grinding of time.

"At this moment, Voldemort, I suddenly understand why you pursue immortality."

Grindelwald finished speaking with a wry smile and reached out to grab his neck.

His hand seemed to have caught something in that empty place, and then he pulled hard, and a black necklace with a pendant was taken into his hand.

"Medal of Death, take it, those people will come to help you."

Grindelwald spread out his right hand and drew out the necklace.

The chain hung on his hand, and the pendant in the shape of the Deathly Hallows symbol swayed below.

Voldemort stretched out his hand to take it, but suddenly stopped halfway.

"Are those people trustworthy?"

This question stunned Grindelwald. He thought for a moment and said, "Those who are not trustworthy should have already left."

But after saying this, he himself felt a little unbelievable.

"I will compile a list for you, Voldemort. It will be a list of those who have passed the Fire Test."

Grindelwald said confidently, "Believe me, those are trustworthy people."