Hogwarts: I am Voldemort - Chapter 541

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Death’s character is elusive.

This is the question that Voldemort is still thinking about after walking out of the secret passage.

But soon he forgot about the tortured Rajdev I, because he still had many questions that he wanted the god of death to answer.

“Why didn’t Luna come?” This was his first question.

“She is still in the mist, waiting for your rescue.” Death replied.

“You didn’t rescue her?” Voldemort asked in surprise.

“Save it, but I’m afraid you won’t want to spend any time on this matter after seeing her.”

“Why?” Voldemort asked confused.

This time the God of Death did not answer, with a rare expression of tangled pain on his face.

“Next question, Voldemort.”

After the two were silent for a long time, Death said this.

“Why didn’t Bella come?”

This was Voldemort’s second question, and this question once again left the God of Death unable to answer, and his expression was as troubled and painful as before.

This made Voldemort’s eyes widen in surprise. Could there be any connection between the two?

“We’re not going to talk about emotional issues, Voldemort. That’s a head-scratching topic. How about we change it to something more meaningful?” Death asked in concession.

Although this sentence did not give any specific content, it made Voldemort think a lot.

“The two of them…because of jealousy?” Voldemort asked.

“It’s all jealousy.” The God of Death smiled wryly and waved his hand, indicating again not to discuss this topic.

“Why did Hermione turn to Grindelwald?” Voldemort asked the third question, which he had never understood.

“Idea.” Death used one word to describe it.

“The idea of ​​’Grindelwald’?”

“Yes.”

“What philosophy did he have that made Hermione make such a choice?”

“For the greater good.”

This is an unexpected and reasonable answer.

Because Grindelwald in this world also has this philosophy.

But the question is, is it equally attractive in the face of the larger world of the parallel world?

The God of Death clearly saw Voldemort’s doubts, and took the initiative to explain: “This time, what he wants to subvert is no longer the [International Secrecy Act], but many parallel worlds.”

“How to subvert it?” Voldemort asked.

“Let all outstanding wizards gather in one world to form a world with only wizards and no more Muggles.” Death looked at the endless desert outside the Sphinx and slowly spoke of Grindelwald’s ambitions.

“All outstanding…wizards?” Voldemort frowned, “How to define it.”

“He has his own way of measuring things. It’s feasible, but it’s not very friendly to wizards themselves.” The God of Death said with a wry smile and shook his head.

It is not difficult to see from the details of his words and expressions that he has some respect for Grindelwald, but there is also some disapproval in this admiration.

“What’s so unfriendly?” Voldemort asked.

“Take Hermione as an example. This is undoubtedly an excellent wizard that he recognizes. But once he discovers that in any parallel world, there is someone better than the Hermione next to him, he will not hesitate to replace this one with that one, so… …He is somewhat similar to the Legalists.”

The Legalist system is strict and inhumane. It is indeed very suitable to use Legalism to compare Grindelwald’s method of selecting outstanding wizards.

After hearing this, Voldemort was obviously stunned for a moment.

As long as the person around you is not the best, replace him with another. This method… is really very Grindelwald.

As far as Voldemort knew, the Grindelwald of this world had indeed burned many of his “people” to death when he lit the gas hood in Paris.

“No matter which world he is in, he is so inhumane.”

Voldemort couldn’t help but sigh, and then he thought of “Dumbledore”.

Perhaps, this “Grindelwald” has feelings for the “Dumbledore” he has met.

“Those who achieve great things don’t stick to trivial matters. That’s the kind of person I’m talking about. If it weren’t for that law, maybe I wouldn’t be his enemy.” The God of Death sighed.

Voldemort knew which law he was talking about, which meant that in a universe, only one complete high-level life would be born.

“Are you sure that only one can be born?” Voldemort had long been full of doubts about this question.

“Of course, because the most complete one can look at all the past and future, he will be able to change everything. In this case, it is completely impossible to have another one.” Death confirmed.

“There can be no others…” Voldemort chewed on these words, “What about others?”

“Haha, you are still soft-hearted.”

Death suddenly made a digression, and then without giving Voldemort time to react, he explained directly, “It’s okay to be like others, but the problem is, if you can be the best, why bother to be humble and submissive.”

His words stunned Voldemort for a moment.

After merging the consciousnesses of Lin Zuo and Riddle, his personality changed a lot, at least not as extreme as Riddle’s.

Including the way he chose to deal with the wizarding world and the Muggle world, he did not treat them differently like Grindelwald.

But he was actually not very aware of this. After all, there was almost no one around him who could remind him of this.

Perhaps, only Dumbledore could see through it, and it was impossible for him to tell himself.

Of course, he was already dead and had no chance to say anything.

“What kind of world do you want to build?” Voldemort asked after a brief silence.

“me……”

The God of Death’s face was suddenly full of longing, but then he shook his head with a wry smile, “The subject of my consciousness is Lin Zuo, which can be seen from my appearance, so my ideals are very childish.”

“There has to be a child, right?” Voldemort said.

“Uh… the world is unified, isn’t it funny?” Death turned his head and looked at Voldemort and asked.

The corners of Voldemort’s mouth twitched and he shook his head with difficulty.

“Don’t be patient, Voldemort. I think there are many people in my hometown who have such expectations.”

Death said, looking towards the northeast.

If he could see tens of thousands of miles away, maybe he could see the land he was familiar with at this glance.

Death’s eyes revealed extremely complicated emotions, and Voldemort remained silent without interrupting Death, who seemed to be deep in thought.

“Eastern thought and Western thought, this is perhaps the biggest difference between Riddle and me.”

Death suddenly spoke, causing Voldemort to look at him in confusion, “At first it was just some trivial questions, left or right, gentleness or coercion, light or darkness…”

His voice became quieter, and his words were only memories of the past.

“Later on, the differences became more and more serious, and we simply split into two. One became me, and the other became Him.”

“Is there another Him?” Voldemort couldn’t help but interrupt.

“In fact, the real God of Death who destroyed countless worlds is Him.”

Death’s words finally made Voldemort realize why his initial answer was “so to speak.”

“But later on, even He himself couldn’t control this evil thought, so…the darkest moment was what he experienced when he fell into the abyss.”

Death’s words made Voldemort freeze on the spot.

How did the darkest hour come about?

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