Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

The sound of dementors floating around could be heard in the corridor, but it was so quiet inside the prison that one could hear a pin drop.

Voldemort looked at August quietly, and they were silent together.

After a long time, August's unique hoarse yet gentle voice sounded.

"In the Rookwood family, the position of Silent Man has been passed down from generation to generation."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he said something irrelevant.

But Voldemort did not show surprise, nor did he have any intention of interrupting the other party.

He looked sideways at the other person, holding the handle of the stick in one hand and playing with the tip with the other.

The wand rolled between his hands, curiosity in his eyes.

"I believe magic originated there, which may sound unbelievable, but the entire Rookwood family firmly believe it."

August raised his head and looked at Voldemort, with a shameful smile on his thin but gentle face, "Master, do we look too ignorant like this?"

Voldemort showed a smile and said: "In front of magic, we are still children, August. I believe that the Rookwood family's speculation is not without reason."

"Yes Master."

August seemed to be encouraged and said with some excitement, "When I was young, I heard the family elders speculate that Apparition, Portkeys, and Floo Network are probably sharing the same channel."

"Pipeline?" Voldemort asked curiously.

"Yes Master."

August nodded and said, "You know the Floo Network. The Ministry of Magic can open it for wizards and witches, but when using the portkey, it feels like being hooked into a pipe."

Voldemort thought about what he had just felt and nodded in agreement.

"Apparition, on the other hand, is more like a way of actively entering this channel, and in the end it is squeezed out."

August suddenly smiled, and then apologized, "I'm sorry, Master, I remembered some interesting things with my brother when I was young."

"It's okay, August. What you said sounds very interesting." Voldemort said warmly, "But I still don't understand what you mean by these things."

"Sorry, Master, I was a little wordy."

August bowed apologetically and said, "Our guess is that those pipes came first, and then came the Floo Network, Portkeys and Apparition."

Voldemort raised his eyebrows. He found this bold guess very interesting.

"But does this have anything to do with the Silent Man?" Voldemort asked.

"Due to some reasons, Master, I can only talk about what happened before joining the Silent Man."

August bowed again, deliberately avoiding Voldemort's gaze.

"you mean……"

Voldemort spoke slowly. It could be seen that the other party refused to get up for a long time, and he understood that August was restricted from being "unable to participate in the matter" and could not say more.

"I see what you mean, August, go on."

"Yes, Master."

August then stood up and said again, "Each family can only have one person join the Silent People, and this person does not need excellent magical talent, but a unique temperament."

"Can I say it?"

"Of course, Master, this is something before I join the Silent People again." Augustus said, "'Be able to endure loneliness', Master, this is the quality that the Silent People need."

Voldemort nodded slowly, waved the wand in his hand, and said, "Please continue."

"I joined the Silent People because I can endure loneliness, Master. This is not a great temperament, but it allows me to defeat my brothers." August said and smiled again.

Voldemort nodded and motioned for the other party to continue.

"I joined the Prophecy Hall." August continued. "I worked there for a long time, and under the auspices of the director, I broke several prophecy balls."

Voldemort raised his eyebrows again, looked away from the wand, and looked at the other person curiously.

"Can these contents be told?" Voldemort asked.

"Yes, Master, this does not involve the secrets of the Silent Man." After August finished speaking, he frowned and thought for a moment, "Maybe I took the edge off, but in any case, there was no warning in the contract."

Voldemort nodded slightly, scanning August from top to bottom, thinking about how the warning came about.

Finally, his eyes were fixed on the other person's head.

"I can bear loneliness, Master, but I can't bear curiosity. Perhaps, that is also the guidance of fate."

August did not give an explanation for the so-called warning, even though Voldemort's eyes were full of curiosity.

Perhaps this was something that was forbidden to be told in the rules, so he didn't go into details.

Voldemort saw this and stopped pursuing it. After all, his subordinate had said enough.

"What did curiosity lead you to, August?" Voldemort asked.

"It allowed me to break a few prophecy balls, Master." August said with a smile in his hoarse voice.

Voldemort was stunned for a moment, and then he also laughed.

Not one, not two, but several.

August's curiosity is indeed very strong.

"I actually just broke one in the beginning, but I feel like that was destiny."

August's expression became serious and he said, "That's a prophecy about me, a prophecy that surprised me."

"You mean, you saw your destiny?" Voldemort asked, a red light slowly lighting up in his right eye.

Surprise showed on August's face, and then he knelt down on one knee, letting Voldemort look down at him.

In the eyes of the prophet, white light bloomed from August's body.

Although the light is not as bright as Harry and Dumbledore, it is not weaker than Ron.

This is a person who has jumped out of the long river of destiny and is enough to influence "destiny".

But what surprised Voldemort even more than the white light was the flame outside the light on his body.

The two-color red and gold light spiraled upward like a whirlpool, climbing upward at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Two colors...

increase……

For a moment, Voldemort didn't know what this meant.

"Master, I don't just see a future for myself."

August, who knelt on one knee and lowered his head, spoke.

"I saw several futures, even..."

His voice suddenly trembled, and he couldn't tell whether he was excited or frightened.

"I had a feeling that if I had continued watching at that time, the future would be endless."

Voldemort's eyes widened in surprise, and then his eyes were fixed on August.

Under the gaze of the prophet's eyes, the red and blue flames had already broken through the roof and reached an invisible height.

"Have you seen this future?" Voldemort asked in a low voice, extremely serious.

"Yes, Master." August replied, still lowering his head.

"Say it, August, if you really saw it."

"Master, you came here because you want me to use my identity as the Silent Man to get close to Snape in order to find out his 'confidence', right?"

August's voice was still hoarse and gentle, and he still seemed to remain calm.

Voldemort, on the other hand, was frozen in place because of his words, and was speechless for a long time.