Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"My invitation is always valid, Mr. Sylvester. Before you make a decision, please allow me to introduce to you the reasons why I hope you will assist me."

Director Whitebeard didn't seem surprised by Voldemort's rejection. As he spoke, he walked down the steps.

Voldemort saw that he was a little distracted, but this emotion gradually dissipated as he explained the Death Hall to himself.

"We study death."

Director Whitebeard pointed to the curtain on the stone platform they were walking toward and said, "That is the passage to the underworld. Countless undead are there, and the God of Death is also there."

"Death?" Voldemort asked in surprise, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

Director Whitebeard looked at Voldemort, nodded firmly, and said, "We can occasionally listen to his appeal. Generally speaking, in this case we will choose to respond to him."

"How to respond?" Voldemort asked.

"Complete His request." Director Whitebeard replied.

"In other words, you will sacrifice to that unknown existence?"

"It's Death."

"Okay, will you sacrifice to the God of Death?"

"Yes."

Director Whitebeard answered as he came to the stone platform and approached the strange door that stood there but would not fall down.

"I have never heard of wizards believing in gods." Voldemort followed and said.

The white-bearded director spread his hands and signaled to them that this was the case.

"The more people have the aura of death, the more sounds they will hear when they are close to this door."

Director Whitebeard motioned for Voldemort to come closer, "Usually we choose wizards who are dying, but if there is anyone who has a particularly strong aura of death, we will also invite them."

"like me?"

"Yes." Director Whitebeard smiled and nodded, "Can you hear anything?"

Voldemort leaned toward the curtain, but he didn't dare to lean too close. He thought it was too weird.

"Don't worry, there won't be a hand inside." Director Whitebeard said jokingly.

Voldemort stretched out a hand to signal the other party to be quiet, because he did hear some scattered sounds.

Close your eyebrows and listen carefully:

"Who are you?"

A sharp girl asked, but before Voldemort could be surprised, another voice had already sounded.

"I can't use these magic...damn..."

"Where is this... are we already dead..."

"It's so dark here...I'm scared..."

Except for the hurried female voice before, other sounds were mixed together, making it extremely confusing.

"If you find a clear male voice and a strong need, please inform me in time, Mr. Sylvester. That is the need of the God of Death." Director Whitebeard said softly and urgently.

"It's very confusing. I can only hear a female voice clearly, and nothing else..."

Before Voldemort finished speaking, a staccato male voice suddenly appeared.

The curtain suddenly shook violently. The white-bearded director's eyes instantly widened and he looked at Voldemort expectantly.

At this time, Voldemort was also stunned because he heard a strange request.

"What is it?"

Director Whitebeard asked eagerly.

"Black dog, I mean... yes, black dog, but why black dog?"

Voldemort was so surprised that he repeated the sentence several times.

Of course he knew about black dogs.

And according to Lin Zuo's memory, a black dog will indeed fall into the curtain in a few years.

But what he couldn't figure out was why it was the sound he heard, and why it was a black dog?

"Black dog?"

Director Whitebeard's voice was filled with doubts, "Are you sure you heard correctly?"

Voldemort was a little unconfident when he was asked. The voice just flashed past, and he really couldn't give a definite answer.

"I'll listen again."

Voldemort said this and tried to listen again.

The white-bearded director opened his mouth. He seemed to want to say something, but held back.

Voldemort listened for a long time, but there was only a messy conversation in which no specific information could be heard, and there was no longer the clear voice before.

"I can't hear that sound anymore."

After working hard for about ten minutes, Voldemort spread his hands.

"It's normal." Director Whitebeard said, "Usually if this sound appears once, it won't appear again. It was the same way before."

"Have you ever had such a request for a black dog before?" Voldemort asked.

"Similar requests... I have had phoenix tail hair or dragon heartstrings before, as well as emotional requests. This is the first time for a black dog."

After the white-bearded director finished speaking, he smacked his mouth twice.

He looked a little confused, but he quickly got over it.

"In any case, since the God of Death makes a request, we must satisfy it, and generally speaking, whoever hears it will sacrifice it, so please wait a moment."

After speaking, Director Whitebeard hurriedly left the death chamber, leaving Voldemort here with confidence.

Voldemort tried to listen again, but found nothing.

He curiously circled around the curtain a few more times. After confirming that the gate was standing alone, he began to study the stone platform below.

But before he could get any results from his research, Director Whitebeard walked in.

"Sacrifice now and we will help you complete it together."

As he spoke, Director Whitebeard threw the black dog beside Voldemort, and took out a black robe and mask from his arms, "Put it on, Mr. Sylvester, and you have to hide your identity. "

Voldemort took the black robe and mask, put them on and asked: "Do you have anyone else besides you?"

"Yes, I asked you to wear these to protect your identity."

After he finished speaking, he blew a loud whistle to the back.

Next, countless people wearing black robes and masks filed in from outside the door.

Until the whole room seemed to be full, no one finally entered the Death Hall.

"You need to kill the black dog with your own hands, and then shout, 'Our devout priests, sacrifice its soul to the God of Death.' That's it." Director Whitebeard said.

Voldemort wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, such a simple ritual would not cause him any harm.

So out of curiosity about the god of death, I decided to participate in this ceremony.

"Before you take action, we will conduct a slightly lengthy ceremony."

Director Whitebeard added, "But, Mr. Sylvester, you don't have to worry about anything. When I need you to take action, I will talk to you alone."

Voldemort frowned. Director Whitebeard had never said before that this ritual would be so complicated.

If this is the case, he needs to treat it carefully.

"I won't be involved in this ritual, right?"

"No, I guarantee as a silent person that the ritual only works on us."

After Director Whitebeard finished speaking, seeing that the worry on Voldemort's face had not disappeared, he hurriedly continued to explain.

"In fact, the ceremony is just to open the channel. You will know the answer after seeing it. If you feel unsafe then, you can refuse my request."

"You say so, I can give it a try, but if the situation is not right, I will definitely refuse." Voldemort said firmly.

"Of course, you can do that. Silent people never force others." Director Whitebeard nodded.

Voldemort was relieved and decided to take a look at what these people were up to.