Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"An~quiet~"

The white-bearded director's voice echoed in the hall, and the thin chatter gradually stopped.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Director Whitebeard, and so was Voldemort.

"First of all, let us thank Mr. Sylvester for bringing us the Death message."

Director Whitebeard stretched out his hand and directed everyone's attention to Voldemort.

Voldemort bowed slightly to the surroundings, feeling no discomfort under the gaze of everyone.

"This time, Death has a very specific request, a black dog."

The white-bearded director pointed at the black dog again, and everyone's eyes followed.

"boom."

The entire Death Hall seemed to have exploded, and people began to talk about it.

Voldemort glanced at the men from behind his mask, trying to hear what they were saying.

Most of them expressed surprise, wondering why the God of Death wanted a black dog, and some also expressed doubts.

"An~quiet~"

Director Whitebeard had to shout again, and after everyone stopped, he said, "Whoever has objections, stand up and speak."

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

More than ten figures stood up and explained their opinions in no particular order:

"Death has never asked for a mortal thing. I think this is a wrong decision."

"I'm not questioning Mr. Sylvester, but such a request is not credible."

"Emotions and magic materials are what Death needs. We are on the wrong path."

"Think about what is recorded in those classics..."

"We shouldn't..."

Opposition came in like a tidal wave, but Director Whitebeard seemed very calm.

Voldemort listened to the accents of the people and noticed that there were many foreigners here.

It seems that the Silent Man organization is not limited to England.

"I take Mr. Sylvester at his word."

After everyone standing spoke, Director Whitebeard immediately expressed his position.

This once again caused a stir. Obviously these people were not convinced by his remarks.

"Quiet, quiet, everyone listen to me."

Director Whitebeard shouted "Quiet" several times before calming everyone down.

"If you insist on objecting, you can face the 'question of death' with me."

The sparse words that were still there disappeared in an instant.

The entire Death Hall was as quiet as a pindrop.

"Very well, now that everyone has no more objections, let's begin the ceremony."

The white-bearded director looked around the hall. Those who were standing did not dare to speak anymore and sat down one by one under his gaze.

"What is the Death Question?" Voldemort asked Director Whitebeard in a low voice.

"There is a ritual to be performed in the Hall of Brains. You can answer the question in front of the God of Death, but there is a risk of being executed by the God of Death."

Whitebeard explained quickly, then took a few steps back to the high platform. It seemed that he was about to start the ceremony.

Voldemort was surprised, could the God of Death really communicate with them?

"In the silence of the silent man, the phoenix soars in this world."

Whitebeard raised his hands in the air and shouted loudly.

The silent people who were originally sitting on the stone steps quickly stood up and raised their hands.

They shouted and leaned toward the curtain like white beards.

Voldemort was standing next to the curtain, and with his telepathy turned on, he instantly felt countless pious hearts rushing through his body and pouring into the curtain.

Including Director Whitebeard, at this moment, his thoughts became peepable.

"Um."

Voldemort groaned in pain and quickly turned off his telepathy.

These pious thoughts were too persistent and huge. If he didn't turn off his telepathy, he might be hurt by them.

Looking at the curtains, he saw that the curtains, which were originally fluttering gently, were swinging more and more.

"In the days of long days and short nights in 1993, the silent man sent you a hymn."

Whitebeard spoke again, and everyone still followed him.

Voldemort's brow furrowed.

He couldn't understand the first sentence, but the timing of this sentence was very clear.

"We will use memory as a guide to open the door to time and space and send you the Black Dog Soul you need. Please enjoy it."

After the Whitebeard Director finished speaking, he motioned for Voldemort to take action before lowering his head.

Voldemort thought for a moment and felt that even if he did as Whitebeard said, the ritual would not involve him.

So before everyone followed Whitebeard and bowed, he grabbed the sleeping black dog on the ground and broke its neck.

"Our devout sacrifices sacrifice its soul to the god of death."

Voldemort said in an emotionless tone and threw the black dog into the curtain.

At the same time, he felt a large number of silver threads entering the curtain following the black dog he threw.

"The last and most important thing is memory. What is the meaning of these memories?"

Voldemort was thinking in his mind when he felt the robe behind him being pulled.

He turned around and saw Whitebeard had come to him.

"Go up and listen. Sometimes the God of Death will respond and even give you some benefits." Whitebeard said in a low voice and quickly.

Voldemort nodded, frowned and took a step forward, which was already very close to the curtain.

There was another noise coming from the unknown world behind the curtain.

Voldemort, who had experienced it once, knew that these sounds were unimportant and that he needed to wait for that special sound.

Sure enough, a voice came over not long after.

But after hearing Death's reply, Voldemort was stunned.

"What's wrong?"

Whitebeard saw Voldemort frozen and motionless, with surprise in his eyes, and he hurried forward and asked.

"Nothing good comes of it."

Voldemort said softly and glanced at Whitebeard.

"Did you say anything?" Whitebeard asked eagerly.

The Hall of Death was extremely quiet at this time, everyone was paying attention to Voldemort, waiting for his answer.

Voldemort was silent, looking strangely at the people who were looking at him expectantly.

"Say it." Whitebeard urged.

"He said……"

Voldemort calmed down and said, "fxck!"

"fxck?"

Whitebeard was stunned and repeated the word that came out of Voldemort's mouth, his eyes full of doubts.

"boom."

The whole hall was in chaos again, and Whitebeard put his wand directly to his throat, shouting for silence.

When the Death Hall was finally silent again, Whitebeard asked again: "Maybe I didn't hear clearly, Mr. Sylvester, what did you say the God of Death said?"

"Ahem."

Voldemort cleared his throat and said in a loud voice, "fxck."

"boom."

The Hall of Death is in complete disarray.

"A lie, a blatant lie."

"This is a deceiver who hears nothing."

"We cannot trust him, this man is desecrating our death."

The reprimands came overwhelmingly, including Whitebeard, who looked at Voldemort in confusion.

Voldemort shrugged, looked at Whitebeard and said, "That's really the word... fxck."