HP in the name of Slytherin

Wizards' dreams, like sudden "inspiration", are sometimes very important "predictions", especially to the extent of Voldemort, even if he split his soul and wandered outside the body for a long time.

He is still him, the most powerful dark wizard alive.

He remembered the dream he had just had, where a person who looked exactly like him made a vague sound.

"His Horcrux..."

"Swallowed up..."

"I was in 1999..."

It was clearly the same face, but Voldemort could clearly feel that this person was not him.

It wasn't him, but he had the same face as him, and he said words like "horcrux" and "swallowing", which gave him a huge sense of crisis.

Voldemort knew that he was probably "foreseeing". He did not dare to wake up and used all his willpower to observe this man carefully, trying to find more clues.

As if sensing his strong thoughts from the heart, Voldemort indeed saw the new information.

The strange dim space, the mysterious huge stone gate, the girl with gray hair and eyes, he was as a child.

A room full of books, humble subordinates, and old strangers.

"The soul is unstable..."

"Stop making Horcruxes..."

"Of course there is a way..."

"There are many worlds hidden within the curtain..."

"Find 'you' in another time and space..."

"Fill the soul..."

The information jumps around but there seems to be some internal connection. He seems to have seen many fragments of that person through dreams.

In the deep woods on the outskirts of Little Hangleton, there is an old house that seems to have been abandoned for many years. The roof may be blown off if the wind and rain are slightly stronger. No one has been near this house for many years.

Many years ago, a massacre occurred nearby. Perhaps for this reason, people passing by here feel eerie. A large area has not been developed and few people pass by.

But that day, an uninvited guest suddenly appeared here. He seemed to appear out of thin air. The squirrel holding nuts on the branch only felt that as soon as he lowered his head and raised his head, there was a man in black robes in front of the dilapidated house.

The little squirrel was startled and hurriedly stuffed the nuts into his mouth and hid on a farther branch with all four paws.

No one knew that time and space collided at this moment, and energy waves that could not be seen by any living creature were vibrating at this moment. Although it was only the second that the man appeared, it caused a brief resonance between two very similar souls. .

The Voldemort of this world dreamed of himself in another world during his lunch break.

As for the Black Demon God in another world, the moment he opened his eyes, a lot of information flashed through his mind.

He is not the Voldemort of this world. Regarding the mysterious magic of time, space, and soul, thanks to the "contribution" of those pure-blood families over the years, the Dark Lord has studied a lot.

Just seeing similar faces in a blink of an eye, the Dark Lord immediately realized that this information should be related to him in this world - it was a clue to his prey.

The Dark Lord immediately tapped his temple with his finger, pulled out a strand of memory thread, and waved his hand to enlarge it.

There is no pensieve, and he doesn't like to use something that is heavy and can easily make him passive. Therefore, the Dark Lord developed a new magic to observe memories.

Different from the motion in the obvious basin, the memory viewed in this way is like a slideshow frame by frame. It is also dynamic when played together at a fast speed. The only disadvantage is probably that there is no sound.

——But the Dark Lord knows lip reading.

It's enough in this environment.

The "hallucination" that occurs at the moment of landing is only in the blink of an eye, but when the extracted memory is zoomed in, the picture can be stretched dozens of feet long, and there are many important clues in it.

Ancient magic pays attention to what is said, and language is magic.

Based on this theory, the Dark Lord speculated that the soul and willpower of the wizard can also change the composition and direction of magic.

This means that if a wizard wants to get "inspiration" and get those elusive "predictions" that many people will never encounter once in their lifetime, as long as the wizard himself reaches a certain condition and then keeps thinking about it and never forgets it, then " When "inspiration" occurs, he is likely to lean towards the problem he has been thinking about.

Condition 1: A powerful enough wizard.

Condition 2: The moment the curtain opens and closes, time and space oscillate.

What he never forgets: He wants to mend his soul and devour the entire soul of his other self.

"Prophet, nothing more than that." The Black Demon God quickly read all of "his" memories of Horcruxes in this world, and pushed open the old black wooden door with a cold snort.

After crushing the dead snake rolled up into an S shape on the ground, he saw a room that had been silent for decades and had almost remained unchanged.

The memory was still vivid, so he could find the "change" in this room in a second.

——The door to the storage room was broken and everything inside fell out.

——The sofa showed signs of being sat on.

He waved his hand, and the weed-covered roof was blown away in an instant, so fast that no dust even fell.

So the footprints on the ground were immediately exposed to the sun, and they were the footprints of two children.

One came out of the storage room and the other stood up from the sofa.

He walked over, looked down at the two different sets of footprints, and followed them to the half-burnt scroll.

It was already a painting with no magic power fluctuations at all, and of course no familiar soul fluctuations.

They have similar souls, and they should feel resonance as long as they are close, but now they can't feel anything.

The Dark Lord looked down at the footprints under his feet again. One of them was smaller and more delicate. He already thought of who it was, "Damn it, my ancestor."

The Gaunt family's ring had been destroyed. He no longer missed it and disappeared in the next second.

When he reappeared, he was already outside a seaside cave. In his memory, Slytherin's locket was hidden here.

The salty sea breeze made his robes rustle. He strode in, not caring about the many forks in the road. The map was in his heart, following the memory of Voldemort. Within a few minutes, he came to a dead end.

Putting his hand on the rock wall, enduring the wet and slippery touch, he quickly touched a groove.

He said in snake language: "Open."

The rock wall slid open from the middle, and the inside of the black hole was like the gaping mouth of an ancient behemoth, with something unknown hidden inside.

The Dark Lord snapped his fingers, and a ball of fluorescent light flickered, reflecting on the white crystals on the floor, and the entire space seemed to light up.

In the middle of the huge white crystal mine is a dead pool.

The Dark Lord knew how Voldemort designed it, and he directly used flying magic to reach the middle of the pool.

The nails cut open the palm, allowing a drop of blood that was very similar to Voldemort's body and soul to drip in.

"In the name of Voldemort, the guards leave here, and the magic weapon forged by the mermaid for me -"