Hogwarts: I am Voldemort - Chapter 562

c562 “H”

Behind the curtain there was a cacophony of voices.

Voldemort, who was not listening for the first time, did not care about these sounds.

Unlike him back then, now he already knew where these sounds were coming from.

They come from parallel worlds. The closer the world is, the louder the sound is, and the farther the world is, the smaller it is.

As for the sounds of the past and the future, they will also echo here, but they are more difficult to capture.

The silent people began to worship, trying to use the power of faith to make the message sent by the God of Death clearer.

Voldemort also slowly closed his eyes to enhance his hearing.

Time passed slowly, and the curtains moved faster and more frequently, but there was no sound worthy of attention.

Voldemort’s brows slowly furrowed, and he wondered why the transmission of information was so delayed.

“There seems to be something blocking the transmission of information. Your Majesty, the power of faith has encountered great obstacles in the curtain.” Sir Gamp suddenly approached the curtain and whispered to Voldemort.

“Are you sure?” Voldemort asked.

The prayer was conducted by Sir Gamp, so the control of the power of faith also belonged to him. Even Voldemort could not feel the power of faith that penetrated deep into the veil.

Because once it passes through the veil, the power has entered the outside world and even traveled through time.

“Confirmed, Your Majesty.” Sir Gamp replied firmly.

Voldemort nodded slowly and glanced at the Silent Man who was still worshiping.

“Strengthen the output of faith, Sir Gamp. This information is very important to us. You know how dangerous it is if that door is opened.” Voldemort said seriously.

Sir Gamp nodded fiercely, then walked down the stone platform and began to urge the Silent Man to mobilize more power of faith.

The voice of prayer suddenly became louder, and the power of faith also increased, but the message did not appear immediately.

The long wait made Voldemort think that the news might not come again, but he was unwilling to give up.

Draco still has some doubts about this ritual. Although he has joined the Silent People organization, he does not believe in the God of Death.

The god in his heart was Voldemort, not the future God of Death.

Looking at Sir Gamp who was actively encouraging everyone to worship, he frowned.

Because Voldemort also has his own sacrificial dance, but it is completely different from the mute people’s sacrificial method.

This made him feel ridiculous about the idea that Voldemort and the future Voldemort, the God of Death, were one and the same.

Just when he was thinking wildly, his eyes accidentally fell on Voldemort’s face on the stone platform.

At this moment, Voldemort’s frown suddenly lifted, and surprise appeared on his face.

But then, the sparse brows were raised again, and they were frowned harder than before.

“What happened?” Draco thought in surprise.

“Your Majesty, has there been any change?” Sir Gamp obviously noticed the change in Voldemort’s expression, and then stopped everyone and asked.

“The news came through, but there are some…”

Voldemort couldn’t find an adjective for a moment, so everyone waited quietly.

After a while, Voldemort shook his head, stretched his eyebrows and said, “There is only one letter, H.”

“H?”

Sir Gamp’s eyes widened, obviously he did not expect such a result.

“Buzz.”

The death hall instantly became chaotic, and the silent people discussed the meaning of “H” with each other.

Draco also cast doubtful eyes on the curtain, unable to think of what the “H” meant.

“There should be no more information. The curtain has not changed.”

After Sir Gamp calmed down, he looked at the curtains that were swinging smaller and said.

After Voldemort took a look, he nodded in agreement.

“Let’s go to the office to discuss.” Looking at the noisy Death Hall, Voldemort knew that this was not a good place for discussion, so he asked Sir Gamp to lead the way and walked to the office with Draco.

The place was still small, even with just the three of them it seemed a bit crowded, but at least it was quiet enough.

“Do you have any ideas about ‘H’?” Voldemort spoke first.

Sir Gamp and Draco looked at each other, then both shook their heads.

Voldemort also sighed, this “H” really caught him off guard.

Just such a letter can point in too broad a direction.

“Let’s start the investigation from Ugardo Magic Academy, Draco, I’ll leave this matter to you.”

After thinking for a while, Voldemort decided to leave the matter to Draco. Then he looked at Sir Gamp and said, “Pay close attention to the locked room. I think a similar situation will happen there.”

Sir Gamp immediately stated that he would be stationed in the Department of Mysteries and pay attention to that door.

When the topic reached this point, the three of them fell silent, as if they had nothing to say.

In fact, they are all full of doubts about “H”, which seems to be a curse that kills their brain cells.

“Let’s break up, Draco, will you go to the Ministry of Magic to apply for a portkey?” Voldemort looked at Draco and asked.

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Draco nodded. His use of intercontinental apparation was still somewhat dangerous.

“I’m going up with you, I just have something to do with Percy.” Voldemort nodded to Sir Gamp, and then left with Draco.

In the elevator, Voldemort and Draco stood one behind the other.

“Have you paid attention to Hermione lately?” Voldemort suddenly asked.

It seemed like an innocent question, but actually Voldemort wanted to confirm Draco’s status.

If he was still addicted to the loss of love and unable to extricate himself, Voldemort would not trust him with such an important matter.

“It is said that she just went to a magic school in Australia. It was a hidden stronghold of Grindelwald before. She wanted to know more about Grindelwald.” Draco replied calmly.

“Knowing Grindelwald, it seems that she still can’t let go of her allegiance to Grindelwald to her other self.” Voldemort said, turning his head to look at Draco, when he saw sadness flashing in his eyes. Pass.

“Probably, but it’s better to focus on this. When you’re busy, you won’t think too much.”

As if feeling Voldemort’s gaze, Draco looked up at Voldemort as he answered, with a carefree smile on his face.

Voldemort also nodded with satisfaction.

Although there is still sadness, at least there is no such heart-wrenching state of life and death.

“You have to take this seriously, Draco, you know what this means to the world.”

Voldemort turned around and patted Draco’s still thin shoulder, “Your order is very heavy.”

“I understand, Your Majesty, I will definitely try my best.” Draco said firmly.

Voldemort nodded, and at this moment the elevator reached where Draco was going, and Voldemort still had to go up a few floors.

“Go on, Draco, I believe in you, you can do it.” Voldemort encouraged and pushed the other person’s back.

Draco walked out of the elevator smoothly and turned around to help Voldemort close the door.

“I will never let you down again, Your Majesty.”

Draco’s firm and deep voice sounded amidst the friction caused by the pulling of the iron net.

Voldemort nodded with satisfaction and pressed the elevator button.