Hogwarts: I am Voldemort - Chapter 572

c572 The hand that caressed fate【Final Chapter】

Several figures in the Brain Hall instantly provided Voldemort with countless computing power.

Faced with the impact of overlapping images from countless past worlds, Voldemort no longer had a headache.

He even had the illusion that his ears and eyes were sharp, as if the chaotic overlapping images of many worlds had become orderly and clear in his eyes.

He continued to look along Grindelwald’s past, and soon he saw “Dumbledore” and also saw himself in another world – the God of Death.

He saw their battles, their cooperation, and their initial exchanges.

At that time, they were close, they had similar interests, and they both had the idea of ​​changing the world and seizing fate by the throat.

Parting ways was their final destination, but in the beginning, everything was so beautiful.

“For the greater good!”

In the overlapping image of Grindelwald, he shouted this more than once, and wanted to change the wizard’s situation more than once.

He is great and cruel.

He didn’t care about the lives of Muggles, nor the fate of weak wizards.

He sticks to his beliefs, even if his lover stays away from him, even if his life becomes lonely.

Voldemort tried to explore the beginnings of his childhood, trying to explore the secrets of his heart.

But it wasn’t that mysterious or unpredictable. He had a childhood that wasn’t too bad.

Perhaps, he embarked on this path of wizard revival just because of his pride as a wizard.

Wizards should not be like ants.

This, perhaps, is the starting point of it all.

“A persistent… fool…”

Voldemort sighed at the double image of Grindelwald, and then turned his gaze to look at another double image.

That belongs to Death.

To be more precise, it was the Death that belonged to Riddle.

It is still a long past, and they travel through time and space as if they have lived dozens of lives.

stubborn.

This was Death’s past, which left the deepest impression on him.

Not persistence, not greed, but stubbornness.

He is always stubbornly pursuing everything that does not belong to Him.

People came and went around Him, but it seemed that no one could enter His world.

Standing alone against the whole world, he was stubborn and never explained his behavior to anyone.

“Is it your childhood that made you who you are? Riddle, you look like a little fool.”

Looking at Riddle, who stood alone by the courtyard wall as a child and kicked the wall from time to time, Voldemort couldn’t help but murmur.

His understanding of Grindelwald’s past is far from profound.

After all, it’s someone else’s life.

But he has a deeper understanding of Death, because it is also a part of him.

“Touch the sorrow of unfair fate, but I hope you can reconcile with the world.”

Voldemort murmured and slowly stretched out his right hand.

In an instant, countless overlapping shadows rushed toward his right hand and slowly dissipated under his palm.

Voldemort did not erase the fates that determined their characters or their futures, but he erased the key points where they fell into obsession.

Not delete, but smooth.

Under the caress of his palm, everything became peaceful.

And when his consciousness returned to the main world again, his soul and body came one after another.

He was reborn in front of everyone, and the entangled Death God and Grindelwald slowly separated under everyone’s gaze.

The God of Death no longer looks like he has no nose and scarlet eyes.

He looked much older than Voldemort, but still maintained the outline of Voldemort’s face.

As for Grindelwald, he is still the same as before, and even the violence in his body has not diminished much.

But in terms of momentum, it is no longer as strong as before.

Between his brows and eyes, there was a look of disappointment from time to time.

“When will I disappear?”

The first question asked by the God of Death was related to his life and death.

“Go back to your world and don’t cholera other worlds again, Riddle, this world is protected by me.”

Voldemort said easily, and waved everyone in the corridor, including the God of Death and Grindelwald, to Gunter Castle in an instant.

Bella was playing on the lawn with her children, and the sun shone on Delphi’s face, casting a ray of light on her immature childhood.

Voldemort did not disturb the mother and daughter’s play. He thought it was good to watch all this from a distance.

“I am you in the future. Now that you have grown up, won’t you replace me immediately?” Death asked reluctantly.

“If I hadn’t walked out of the prison of fate and time, Riddle, things would have turned out as you said, but it’s different now. I’ve reached the end of this road. The next step…”

At this point, Voldemort suddenly stopped. He thought for a moment before speaking again.

“I don’t know. Maybe I just mastered this world. Maybe there are still people watching me from a higher place, but that doesn’t matter. To you, you are still you.”

Death nodded, then looked at Bella on the lawn in the distance.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but Voldemort shook his head and stopped him before he could.

“Get out of here, Riddle, this doesn’t belong to you.”

Voldemort’s voice became cold, and the god of death hesitated for a moment, nodded and disappeared from this world.

“How would you run the world?”

After the God of Death disappeared, Grindelwald immediately stepped forward to Voldemort and asked.

“Governance?”

Voldemort raised his eyebrows, then shook his head, “You think too much, Gellert. We have never governed anything. It’s all fate that pulls us, letting us drift with the current in this long river.”

“Is this what you saw?” Grindelwald asked with a frown.

“I didn’t see anything, do you believe it?” Voldemort asked.

Grindelwald’s frown deepened. He was silent for a moment, stretched out his hand and pointed upwards: “There is no Him.”

“At least I didn’t see it.” Voldemort said, spreading his hands.

“But all this…”

Grindelwald glanced around, but his words suddenly stopped, not knowing what to say.

“I can see and change the past and the future, including yours and mine.”

Voldemort turned around and waved his hand behind, indicating that the Death Eaters could disperse, “But I still live at this point, not in the past, nor in the future.”

“But you can change them, right?” Grindelwald asked.

“Yes, but I can’t go back to the person I was a minute ago, do you understand?” Voldemort asked him.

Grindelwald nodded in understanding.

“What is your future?” Grindelwald asked.

This question made Voldemort froze in place. He began to fall into a long period of sluggishness, and two magic words appeared in his eyes.

Countless overlapping images of himself appeared, but he looked at them for a while but could not find the end.

“Too far, Gellert, I don’t know.”

Voldemort said with a smile, then turned to look to the other side, and sure enough he saw Draco holding Hermione’s hand and walking towards Bella and Delphi.

Lucius, who was not far away, hesitated for a moment, stamped his feet and chose to leave.

Seeing this scene, Voldemort smiled even more.

“That’s good, isn’t it?”

He turned his head again, looked at the frowning Grindelwald and said.

The sunlight shot down from the gap in the dome of Fort Gunter, hitting Voldemort’s face as he squinted and smiled.

At this moment, he looked so happy and pure.

Not far behind him, his daughter was chirping and running towards Hermione.

There were butterflies and bees flying among the flowers and plants, passing over my daughter’s head.

The wind blew the ends of Bella’s hair, causing her to lift her long hair lazily.

There is a lot I want to say, but I feel it is too wordy, so thank you all for your continued support, thank you!