Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"How did you send [Darkest Hour] into my body?"

After calming down, Voldemort asked thoughtfully.

"Body?" Death raised his eyebrows, then shook his head and said, "No, Voldemort, we just sent it into your memory. That is the simplest."

Voldemort frowned and glanced to the lower left corner of his vision.

There, the unlit [Darkest Hour] is suspended.

Visual memory?

"There is no need to get entangled, Voldemort, there is no point in thinking about these things before you have broken through the path of higher-dimensional life evolution." The God of Death enlightened him when he saw that he was entangled.

"But I have no memory of the [Darkest Hour] in my mind." Voldemort obviously did not listen to the other party's advice and said stubbornly.

"Does it exist?" Death asked.

"Existence." Voldemort couldn't help but glance at the lower left corner of his vision again, and then said with certainty.

"Then he is in your memory, Voldemort. I believe he exists. This is a unique ability of 'gods'." A happy smile appeared on the face of Death.

"Believe it exists?" Voldemort murmured, and then asked, "God?"

"The 'god' in quotation marks, Voldemort, is just a name for higher-dimensional life. Just as it is difficult for Muggles to understand magic, it is also difficult for wizards to understand the ability of 'gods'."

Although it was not recommended for Voldemort to study these things prematurely, Death, who seemed to have a very good temper, still patiently explained to Voldemort everything he had doubts about.

"Well, this is indeed a bit difficult to understand. Even if you force yourself to form such a perception, you can't do it at all." Voldemort sighed and shook his head, giving up on continuing to struggle with this issue.

The god of death smiled and nodded in approval.

"Can you tell me your plan, Death?" Voldemort asked again.

"Of course it's convenient. This matter requires your cooperation, Voldemort, but before that..."

The God of Death said, reaching out and pulling at the void in front of him.

After a sound of "Hulala", a phantom suddenly appeared in front of him. Voldemort looked carefully and found that it was the corridor of the Department of Mysteries.

He even saw Sir Gamp in the shadow corridor, who was about to walk to the office.

And when Voldemort looked at him, he stopped and looked in Voldemort's direction in confusion, but then seemed to find nothing, just shook his head and walked into the office.

"Instant projection, people with strong magic perception will be aware of our gaze, but only slightly."

Death explained with a smile, then glanced left and right, "The Department of Mysteries is our base camp. I think it is necessary for me to explain the purpose of these rooms to you so that you can use them later."

Voldemort raised his eyebrows, wondering whether the phrase "later use" had any profound meaning.

It could be seen that the other party had no intention of giving an explanation, so he did not ask further questions.

"The circular room, I call it the Lock of the Realms, is used to block the exploration of other higher-dimensional beings, and at the same time allows the Department of Mysteries to avoid their tracking."

The God of Death pulled the shadow, positioned it in the circular room, and said, "Of course, although it looks like a room full of doors, it is actually a magic circle."

Voldemort nodded slowly, solving a previous doubt in his mind.

When he first went to the Department of Mysteries, he felt that this room had little purpose and was more like decoration.

But after Death explained it, its significance became apparent.

It can even be considered the cornerstone of the Department of Mysteries.

Because without it, other higher-dimensional beings could invade Death's lair at any time.

"Whoosh."

The shadow moved again, and when it stopped, it had reached the Death Hall.

“The Window to the Worlds, this is where I communicate with my believers, and where I store my curtains and orient the world.”

Death's gaze swept across the stone steps, and finally landed on the curtain in the center of the stone pit.

"Locate the world?" Voldemort suddenly remembered their guesses and asked, "Through the content of the believers' words?"

"Yes." Death nodded, "Phoenix flies in this world. This is the position of your world, because this is Phoenix's original world, and because Dumbledore turned into a phoenix before his death."

Voldemort nodded and asked no further questions.

The God of Death also pulled the shadow again, this time it was the Time Hall.

"The time of all realms is used to determine the point in time where I am. High-dimensional life travels between the future, present and past, and it is easy to get lost."

After saying this, the God of Death suddenly chuckled, "What I didn't expect was that wizards actually relied on him to create a way to travel through time. This has to amaze me."

"I thought those time turners were developed by you." Voldemort said in surprise.

"It was studied by a crazy wizard. He was lost in time for this. He still can't escape. I can't save him." The God of Death shook his head.

"You can't help it?" Voldemort asked in surprise.

"He is playing with time, Voldemort. It is dangerous and stupid to do so before embarking on the path of evolution of higher-dimensional life." Death curled his lips, seemingly saying that the man deserved his punishment.

Voldemort shrugged. He also tried to work on a time-turner, but soon stopped.

That thing is really dangerous.

"How to determine the time through these clock records?" Voldemort asked a more practical question.

"You need to evolve into a higher-dimensional life, Voldemort. By then, no matter where you are, you will be able to determine the age and specific time through the time of the worlds. But before that, the Department of Mysteries will not be of much use to you." Death explained. road.

Voldemort nodded and indicated that he could look at the next room.

"Uh-huh."

A shadow of a church-like room appeared, and Voldemort recognized it as the Hall of Prophecy.

"The future of all worlds is what I use to deduce the future. It records the future of many parallel worlds. It is still very accurate without the interference of higher-dimensional life."

The God of Death said, reaching out to fiddle with a crystal ball. The crystal ball immediately cracked, and a shadow of two people standing together appeared in an instant, "Look, it predicted our meeting."

Looking at himself and the God of Death in the shadow, Voldemort felt that this moment was very magical.

"Would you choose to act based on these futures?" he asked uncertainly.

"No, this future was predicted after I made my decision."

The God of Death smiled and shook his head, "It cannot predict the future of high-dimensional life, but it can be calculated, but it is not very useful."

Voldemort nodded slowly and glanced at the many brackets holding crystal balls.

"Uh-huh."

The shadow was pulled again, but this time it was not a room that appeared in front of him, but a door.

The locked room, the most mysterious room in the Department of Mysteries.