Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

Secrets are like maggots that grow in dark, damp corners, even if you don’t know what else is breeding under that darkness.

But just knowing that it exists is enough to make people want to find out.

Voldemort is facing such suffering.

What's even more painful is that the person in front of him knows everything but is unwilling to tell him.

For a moment, he wanted to force himself on the other person.

But this desire passed away in a flash, and he thought of those silent people from all over the world.

It was not a wise choice to create such an enemy for the Death Eaters.

"Mr. Sylvester, if you have time, you can watch your people join the Silent Man."

The profound meaning flashed through the eyes of the white-bearded director.

He obviously saw Voldemort's desire, but he chose to ignore it and instead made an invitation.

Voldemort did not answer him immediately, but looked the man up and down.

He is of medium height, with white beard and hair, few wrinkles on his face, and a calm expression.

Voldemort was certain that this person must know his identity.

Whether you guess through the Malfoy family or Snape, it is enough to find the correct answer.

What's more, the Silent People are so powerful that even if they don't rely on guesswork, there are other ways to do it.

even.

Among these silent people are Death Eaters.

The organization of Death Eaters is not as good as that of the Silent People.

Therefore, even if those guys betrayed themselves, Voldemort would not be surprised.

What really surprised him was, why was this man so calm?

You know, you are facing me, Voldemort!

"I haven't asked you your name yet?"

Faced with Voldemort's unreasonable answer, the person in front of him remained as calm as ever.

"Sir Gamp, you can call me that." Director Whitebeard said.

"A descendant of Ulric Gamp?" Voldemort asked in surprise, "A member of the Gamp family?"

"Among the ancestors, there is indeed Ulric Gamp, but we do not belong to the same branch."

Sir Gamp said with a smile, "Our branch is proud to guard the Department of Mysteries, so we have little contact with that place and not much contact with the outside world."

Voldemort frowned, thought for a moment and asked: "In other words, before Ulric Gamp established the Ministry of Magic, you had already started guarding this place?"

Sir Gamp smiled, but he neither nodded nor shook his head.

"Can't tell?" Voldemort asked.

"Yes, subject to the Code of Silence, sorry, Mr. Sylvester."

He said he was sorry, but there was a smile on his face and he was not apologetic at all.

Voldemort finally saw that the guy in front of him really didn't take him seriously.

But.

Why treat yourself special?

And why not refuse to put people into the Silent Man yourself?

There were many doubts in my mind, but it was obvious that I couldn't get the answers from him.

Just because the silent people are just like their name, shutting up and not talking is their biggest rule.

"Then take me to have a look, so that I can consider whether to join the Silent Man's team."

Voldemort said with a smile, as if he didn't care about his displeasure just now.

Sir Gamp also smiled and nodded. He didn't say much, but just led him to the Brain Hall.

The decoration style of the Hall of Brains is completely different from that of the Hall of Death. The square room here is very bright.

The room was almost empty except for a table - behind which sat a man, with Snape standing beside him.

In addition, there is a huge glass water tank filled with dark green liquid in the center of the room, which is big enough to be called a swimming pool.

Many white things are slowly floating around inside, and occasionally it can be seen that the things floating out are brain-like things.

Perhaps this is the origin of the name of the Hall of Brains, but in Voldemort's view, this is too direct.

"We can just watch from here."

Sir Gamp suddenly spoke, when they were not close to Snape.

"OK."

Voldemort said softly, standing still.

Not long after, the man sitting behind the desk wrote the last stroke on the paper on the desk.

Then he raised his head and said something to Snape.

Snape nodded to show that he understood, then turned to look at Voldemort and the others.

But his eyes were calm, and he did not look at Voldemort specifically. Presumably, he did not recognize Voldemort.

But he nodded to Sir Gamp, obviously he recognized the director.

"Pah, pah, pah..."

Snape withdrew his gaze and began to walk towards the pool in the center of the Brain Hall.

The soles of his shoes stepped on the water stains, making a crisp sound, and he was getting closer and closer to the dark green pool.

Finally, he came to the edge of the pool, squatted down and stretched out his hand.

A white figure passing by him suddenly turned back and came towards him.

Snape's arm shook, as if he was about to flinch instinctively, but he was controlled.

Then he froze in place for a moment before slowly taking his right hand out of the water.

What appeared along with his right palm was a white brain, with seemingly real and illusory thinking tentacles behind it.

"Are those real brains?" Voldemort couldn't help but ask.

"Yes and no."

Sir Gamp said something specious, causing Voldemort's face to show a dissatisfied expression behind his mask. Fortunately, he quickly gave an explanation.

"It's really a brain, but it's somewhere between real and fake."

"The two states between true and false?" Voldemort asked in surprise, "When is it true, and when is it..."

"It's true right now."

Sir Gamp interrupted Voldemort and motioned for Voldemort to look carefully.

Voldemort looked at Snape, and sure enough he saw the thinking tentacles behind his brain beginning to circle around Snape.

He was expressionless at first, but soon became distressed.

First, his body began to tremble, then his legs trembled as if he could no longer stand, and finally he simply lay on the ground holding his head.

"What happened to him?" Voldemort asked, rubbing his wand in his right hand.

"It may be that the Occlumency Technique is too strong, so the Death Brain must break through his magic first. Of course, it may also be other reasons. In short, he is resisting." Sir Gamp said.

"Resisting?" Voldemort turned the wand on his fingertips twice more and asked, "Does he need help?"

"No need, the Death Brain usually won't hurt him."

After Gamp finished speaking, he glanced at Snape's painful look and hesitated, "Normally it won't hurt, but sometimes there are some accidents."

"Like now?" Voldemort asked, holding the handle of his staff with his fingers.

"No, sir, it's not the time yet."

Gamp saw what he was thinking and hurriedly stopped him, "Even if you do this, it won't cause any damage to the brain, but I don't think you need to do it."

"But I just sent him here to learn about the Death Hall, and I had no intention of letting him come to die."

After all, Voldemort couldn't hold it back.

He drew out his wand at an extremely fast speed and used the killing curse to hit the white Death's brain held by Snape.

"Whoosh."

The magic shot away, but Sir Gamp made no move to stop it as Voldemort imagined.

He watched quietly, as if he was watching something that had nothing to do with him.

Then, the magic passed through the brain, and the electricity shot into the dark green water and disappeared.

And the dark green pool water didn't even make a single wave!