Hogwarts: I am Voldemort - Chapter 544

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“Is this why Dumbledore supports your plan?”

After a brief moment of silence, Voldemort asked speculatively.

“Yes, he cannot accept Riddle becoming the final one at all. Of course, neither can Grindelwald. They are both too extreme.” The God of Death nodded.

“Aren’t you extreme?” Voldemort asked.

“Haha.” Death smiled and said nothing.

“But now that I have been born, does this mean that you, as my future, can also be very good…”

“Don’t talk about this, Voldemort, let’s talk about something important next.”

Death directly changed the topic and pointed to the phantom door, “Our plan is to push Grindelwald into this door and let him and Riddle continue to fight here.”

“Let the two of them…can Grindelwald be destroyed in this way?” Voldemort asked uncertainly.

“In a single fight, Grindelwald is no match for Riddle, but when it comes to killing him, it’s a bit reluctant. After all, they are all high-dimensional beings, and there are too many ways to save lives.” The God of Death shook his head regretfully.

“But it can trap Grindelwald, right?” Voldemort asked.

“Yes, it’s a compromise.”

After finishing speaking, the God of Death waved his hand in front of his eyes.

The shadow moved instantly and came to a dark and messy room.

It’s the office. Voldemort has been here before, and it looks the same as before.

“The Secret of the Worlds, there is a lot of information about other parallel worlds here, and there are also ways of interpreting the world’s language in those worlds.”

Death waved his hand, and a book from the bookshelf flew into his hands.

The book was still an illusory image during the flight, but when it fell into His hands, it was already a real book.

“God’s writing, haha, is actually just a kind of writing for higher-dimensional beings. Generally speaking, each higher-dimensional life has its own writing, and that writing also reveals His way of interpreting the world’s languages.”

Death said, unfolding the book in his hand and taking a brief look, “This is a world ruled by maggot-like creatures. Trust me, don’t interpret it, otherwise you will be sick.”

He said, waved his hand in disgust, and the book turned into a shadow and returned to the bookshelf.

“Essentially, this office is also the center of the entire Department of Mysteries. When you embark on the path to higher-dimensional life, you can write your own laws in this office.

“Law, don’t take it too seriously. Just like a wizard’s magic, law is just a way for high-dimensional creatures to call their own abilities. It is far from powerful enough to express the meaning expressed in the words themselves.”

Voldemort thought about this word in his mind and asked: “Are you fighting by the rules of the world?”

“Limited rules only apply to the places that you can influence. But if you take a longer-term view, it is just a way to use more powerful power, far from reaching the true limit of power.”

The God of Death paused for a moment, shook his head and continued, “I don’t know what the end of high-dimensional life is, but I guess that the high-dimensional life I know must not be the end of life.

“Perhaps at this moment, there are beings more powerful than the higher-dimensional life I know, looking down at us from outside the sky.

“That gesture may be no different from when we look down at an ant nest.”

After saying this, he shook his head again with a wry smile, and waved the shadow to a room familiar to Voldemort.

The Hall of Brains, Voldemort was here not long ago.

“The Brain of All Realms, you can think of it as the processing system of the Department of Mysteries. Whether it is the deduction of the future or the operation of each department, it actually relies on its calculations.” Death explained.

Voldemort was slightly stunned.

His eyes swept across the floating brains in the water tank. He did not expect that these brains were actually used as CPUs.

“Nothing understands us better than our brains, Voldemort, which is one of the reasons I chose it as the core processor.” Death explained again.

“What about the other reason?” Voldemort asked.

“Because of some unnecessary breakthroughs.”

Death’s eyes became serious, “In the endless parallel worlds, we may not be the only ones who can break through to high-dimensional life. Maybe we in another world can also do it. I think you have seen one, haven’t you?”

“In the world I saw, Riddle had a happy family.” Voldemort said.

“False happiness, we all know what shady methods Merop used, don’t we?” Death asked.

Voldemort nodded, of course he knew about the existence of love potion.

“Will those of us in other worlds have any impact on us if we break through to higher-dimensional life?” Voldemort asked, looking at the brains tumbling in the water tank.

“The enemy is always yourself. Voldemort, not even Dumbledore, will show mercy when they attack you.”

Death looked at Voldemort and said extremely seriously, “No one knows our weaknesses better than ourselves, so eliminating those who are bound to conflict with us is the most important thing.”

“More important than killing Grindelwald?” Voldemort asked.

“Of course, our fight with Grindelwald often fails to touch our most important weakness, while our war with ourselves can often actually penetrate our most vulnerable places.”

When the God of Death said this, there was a lingering expression of fear on his face.

Looking at Him, it looks like there are many stories behind Him.

Voldemort opened his mouth, wanting to ask Death what he had experienced, but he was quickly stopped.

Rather than trying to figure out what memory makes Death painful, it would be better to remember His warning.

As for that story…

Listen to how you were abused?

Forget it, Voldemort doesn’t have that kind of elegance.

“How can we be sure that there are selves in other parallel worlds who have embarked on the path of higher-dimensional life evolution?” Voldemort asked doubtfully.

“The essence of high-dimensional life has separated from the body and soul. Memory is the only self that it still has and can wander between different worlds. The same self can allow you to have a connection across time and space. When the time comes, you will naturally know.”

The God of Death explained calmly, and waved his hand to make the shadow in the Hall of Brains disappear from his eyes.

At this point, the introduction to the entire Department of Mysteries is complete.

“If one day you embark on the path of evolution of higher-dimensional life and take back a brain from Voldemort from another parallel world, you can have it all.” Death looked at him and said.

Voldemort nodded, Sir Gump had said something similar.

“Wait a minute.”

Voldemort suddenly stopped and said, “Gamp said that a reincarnation of Death came with the brain. Does that mean I’m not the first?”

“I have come a long way in my evolution, Lord Voldemort, and there is nothing surprising about that.”

The God of Death explained with a smile, but his smile froze for a moment, “Of course, there are us from other parallel worlds who come to cause trouble, but I have expelled them.”

Voldemort twitched his lips, and it turned out that not listening to those stories about “himself” was the right choice.