Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

While Charles met Grindelwald, the conversation between Voldemort and Sir Gamp continued.

Although Sir Gamp made it clear that he would not be gifted with the Silent Organization for his allegiance to Voldemort, he still selectively revealed a lot of information.

The conversation lasted for a long time, and Voldemort suddenly asked a question that had puzzled him for a long time.

"I still remember the sacrificial ceremony, Sir Gamp, the ceremony after I heard the 'Black Dog'." Voldemort said.

"Any questions, Your Majesty?" Gamp said. "We will hold a ceremony like that whenever there is news from the other side of the curtain."

"About the spell in your ritual, uh... what do you say?" Voldemort asked.

“In the silence of the silent man, the phoenix soars in this world.

"In such and such a year, silence will send you a hymn.

"We will use memory as a guide to open the door to time and space and give you whatever you want. Please enjoy it."

Gamp repeated the words in the ceremony, which Voldemort had heard at the time, so there was nothing to hide.

"The ritual has been carried out like this for thousands of years, and this spell has not changed much, except for time and what was given later."

He added at the end, but Voldemort remained silent and did not speak immediately.

In this way, there was silence in the hall for a while, and then Voldemort said: "The Gate of Time and Space, I didn't pay special attention to it last time."

He murmured, but what he thought of was the world between the cracks.

Could it be that the world between the gaps that the curtain can lead to is the depth of time and space?

Or is the world between the cracks not the depths of time and space, but the other side?

Thoughts yielded no results. Even though he had been trapped between time and space for a long time, it was still difficult for him to describe that world.

"How do you understand this spell?" Voldemort gave up thinking and asked Sir Gamp.

Sir Gamp was stunned when he asked this question. He thought for a moment before he understood what Voldemort meant.

"Sorry, Your Majesty, because I have used this spell frequently since I joined the Department of Mysteries, and I have not thought about its meaning." Sir Gamp said with a wry smile.

Voldemort was not surprised by this, just like not all wizards would study the familiar curse.

That's what it means to be dark under the lamp.

"It's not too late to think about it now, Sir Gamp." Voldemort said.

"Okay, Your Majesty, please wait a moment."

Sir Gamp said, waving his wand to write the three sentences in the air.

Silver lines floated there, and Sir Gamp frowned and paid attention to them for a long time.

"'In the silence of the silent man, the phoenix soars in this world.' Your Majesty, I think this is the mark of death on this world." Sir Gamp said slowly.

"I have the same guess, but does the Phoenix refer to Fox, Phoenix, or Albus? This is a question that puzzles me." Voldemort agreed and raised his own doubts.

"I don't know about that, Your Majesty. As for the second sentence, it should just be about setting the time." Sir Gamp said while looking at the second line of silver text.

"The first sentence locates space, the second sentence locates time, and the third sentence is simple and clear. That is to explain the issue of communication, that is to say..."

Voldemort's voice paused, and he seemed to think for a moment before continuing, "There are many different spaces, times, and problems?"

"It's very possible, Your Majesty, do you still remember the [World Tree] I gave you?" Sir Gamp asked.

"Of course, I wanted to learn it at one time, but in the end I chose another way to solve that problem." Voldemort replied affirmatively.

"There are many similar books, describing different worlds, all using the language of the God of Death."

Sir Gamp frowned and guessed, "It's very possible that in different worlds, there are people doing the same thing as us."

"If you don't use the world, it points to different spaces. I can understand this, but what is the meaning of time?" Voldemort once again raised his doubts, "It cannot be that time is also chaotic..."

The words stopped suddenly, and Voldemort suddenly thought of his own experience not long ago.

Go back in time, change the past, become a part of the past.

Judging from this matter alone, time is indeed messed up.

"Perhaps I have come into contact with a completely new realm, and this is all guided by Death."

Voldemort's voice was quite heavy, and he was not happy about being exposed to a different world.

On the contrary, he felt a sense of disgust in his heart.

The feeling of being manipulated by others, whether it was Lin Zuo or Riddle, was very disgusting.

"Perhaps He is guiding you, Your Majesty, to help you become a god-like existence." Sir Gamp felt Voldemort's disgust and hurriedly said.

Of course he didn't want a conflict between Voldemort and Death. If that happened, he would become a rat in the bellows and suffer from both sides.

"What is he doing for?" Voldemort's voice became even deeper, "More precisely, what is he planning?"

Sir Gamp would not dare to answer this kind of question that goes straight to his heart.

"Maybe it's just an organization, Your Majesty." Bella suddenly said, "Just like when we recruit new Death Eaters, we inevitably have to teach them how to use the Unforgivable Curse."

"snort."

Voldemort snorted angrily, but did not lose his temper at Bella. He just said, "No matter what organization it is, you must first seek my opinion before talking about other things.

"Even for a god, this is a little offensive to me."

This is not because Voldemort is arrogant, but because of his character.

Some people are eager to rely on powerful people in order to benefit from it.

But there are still some people who regard themselves as their only true god and walk on the path they choose for themselves.

Even if the road ahead is full of ups and downs, even if the destination they reach in the end cannot be called glorious.

But they are who they are.

Even if they are ants, they still have to be themselves.

"Forget it, Sir Gamp, this is not your problem. I think there will always be a chance to meet with Him in the future. It is better for us to talk about our problems ourselves."

After the silence, Voldemort no longer troubled Sir Gamp.

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty. Is there anything else you need me to do?" Sir Gamp asked.

"Can your connections reach MI7?" Voldemort asked again.

"Sorry, Your Majesty, the Silent Man does not interfere with the running of the world." Sir Gamp gave his answer.

"Well, I will contact you if something happens, but I think it will be after I am resurrected." Voldemort said.

"Okay, Your Majesty, our ancestors have left you a gift. Do you need me to send it over immediately?" Sir Gamp asked again.

"What is the gift?" Voldemort asked curiously.

"A wooden box with a wax seal, your Majesty," answered Sir Gump.

"Send it over. I'm curious about what Yuric has left for me." Voldemort said with a hint of nostalgia in his relaxed tone.

After sleeping for hundreds of years, the child he watched grow up is dead.

He was really curious about what this old friend would leave behind for him.