Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"That person, he showed up."

In the dark room, the man lying on the ground said excitedly.

"oh?"

The person lying on the simple bed stood up like a corpse.

The man's eyes widened and he looked at the prostrate figure illuminated by the moonlight coming in from the skylight.

"Are you sure that person can move the curtain?"

The trembling voice was hoarse and low, and the excitement was almost uncontrollable.

"Confirm, sir, my subordinates saw that curtain appear there with their own eyes, and that person also summoned a different dementor from inside." The crawling man immediately replied.

"It's Hodel. It turns out he was born here."

The figure sitting cross-legged on the bed held his chin with one hand and scratched his beard intentionally or unintentionally.

A pair of big eyes kept spinning, as if they were making endless calculations.

"Sir, do you need me to mobilize the army to destroy him?"

The prostrate man raised his head slightly, revealing his crescent-shaped face.

He is the director of MI7. No one would have thought that he would kneel down in front of others so humbly.

"No, that won't kill him."

The man sitting on the bed waved his hand, and then sneered, "Charles, don't have such thoughts anymore, it will be very dangerous.

"I told you, that man cannot be killed."

As he said this, he slowly spread his bare feet and stepped on the ground.

But before he could stand up, an ugly crab-like creature suddenly appeared in the corner of the room, and quickly crawled over, trying to crawl onto him along his trouser legs.

"Go away, Antonio, I'm not in the mood for you."

The man growled and kicked the ugly Antonio.

Antonio instantly flew up and drew an elegant arc, skillfully bypassing the fence on the skylight and falling out of the room.

At the same time, this man also came to Charles, the director of MI7.

The moonlight finally shone on his face, showing his face completely.

It's Grindelwald. He looks much older than he did a few years ago, but his eyes are still piercing and he gives people an evil feeling.

"Don't make too many moves, Charles, we need to be calmer."

He reached out and patted Charles on the shoulder, and continued to take two steps forward, "Since I take one step ahead of him, he will be at a disadvantage, and the next step will be a battle between me and him."

Grindelwald's voice became smaller and smaller, and his subsequent words seemed not to be a conversation with Charles, but more like talking to himself.

"What do you need me to do, sir?" Charles turned his head and asked.

"A ceremony is required, Charles, but before that, you will tell me what your subordinates saw."

Grindelwald turned back to the bed and resumed his lazy posture, sitting on the bed against the wall.

"It was a daily hunt, sir. It was a successful hunt until a missile blew Bella off the incomplete tower of Hogwarts. Suddenly..."

"Bella." Grindelwald suddenly interrupted, "She hasn't awakened yet. It seems that the time is really early. Don't worry about me, Charles, continue talking."

"Okay, that person suddenly appeared to protect Bella and shouted to stop, but my subordinates didn't want to end there, so they tested him..."

"Wait, describe his appearance in detail." Grindelwald interrupted.

"The appearance... is said to be a shadowy figure made of a strange black color. His appearance is close to that of Voldemort, and he has no other characteristics." Charles said thoughtfully.

"No other features."

Grindelwald frowned and murmured, seeming to be thinking about something, but he did not express his thoughts. He just waved his hand to signal Charles to continue.

"My subordinates did not agree to his request for a truce, which caused him to summon the Veil, and from the Veil..."

"The pattern of the curtain, Charles." Grindelwald interrupted again.

"The curtain...an ancient arch is propped up there out of thin air. It looks very tattered. There is a black curtain that flutters from time to time. That's it."

"Is there any special sign on the arch?"

"Special sign... He only said that the arch was particularly old, specifically..."

"It's a sign that you can notice at a glance, right?"

"No, if you could notice it at a glance, he wouldn't just use the old description."

Grindelwald nodded, twirling the beard on his chin and murmured: "The initial state without any markings looks really forward. Charles, continue."

"yes."

Charles nodded and continued to describe the scene.

Grindelwald nodded or interrupted from time to time, and occasionally murmured something that Charles couldn't understand.

But he obviously had no intention of explaining it to Charles. This should just be a habit of his.

"Sir Gamp, the Minister of the Department of Mysteries, yes, he is very familiar with his ancestors."

When Sir Gamp appeared on the stage, he clapped his hands with rare excitement and said, "It should be here. I finally found it. Old friend, I finally have a reason to avenge you."

As Grindelwald spoke, he raised his head and looked at an oil painting hanging above the door opposite the bed.

The background of the oil painting is the collapsed Hogwarts, and the central subject is a seriously injured white-feathered phoenix.

"Go on, Charles, don't miss any details, tell me them all."

Withdrawing his gaze, Grindelwald said excitedly again.

Charles nodded and continued his story.

In fact, there is no important information next, at least after the previous evidence appears, Grindelwald no longer needs to listen anymore.

But he still listened carefully and dug into all the details.

"It's different, it's different. There's something a little different about him."

Grindelwald murmured, and the expression on his face became unusually serious.

"What's the problem, sir?" Charles asked doubtfully.

"No, Charles, you have done a good job, let everything continue, don't consider my ideas, just do things according to your own thinking."

Grindelwald waved to him, then fell into deep thought.

There was silence in the cell for a long time, until Antonio, who had been kicked out, crawled back again, and Grindelwald woke up from his meditation.

"The Wizards have it all, Charles, not just here, we have a bright future, and you're doing a great job, you're on the right path."

Giving up thinking, Grindelwald began to charm his followers.

I have to say that a very simple sentence, spoken from his mouth, has a different charm.

Charles bowed excitedly, beat his chest and said, "For a brighter future, sir, I am willing to give everything."

The ugly Antonio looked at all this with confusion, as if he felt that the person in front of him was a bit incomprehensible.

But Grindelwald seemed to be used to this. He stood up and came to Charles, and gently helped him up.

"It's my honor to walk on the same path with you." Grindelwald said with a heart-warming smile.

"It's also my honor, sir." Charles said excitedly again.