Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

Voldemort walked in the office, the wool carpet under his feet was very soft.

He came to the desk and saw the messy books and notes on it - he didn't recognize the words on those notes, and he had never even seen them.

I didn't look through the notes, after all, it was a very personal thing.

Turning his head and scanning the books on the desk, Voldemort still didn't pick up any of them.

Turning around and coming to the bookshelf, he decided to find a book to read.

His eyes scanned the spine of the book, which was filled with words he didn't recognize.

Frowning, he took out a book. The cover showed the back of a tall lady looking up at the battlefield under three red moons.

She carried a silver longbow on her back and held two bayonets upside down in her hands.

In addition to her most eye-catching figure, Voldemort discovered that her ears were pointed and long, and there was even a hint of appearance on them.

After thinking about it in her memory for a moment, she couldn't find any creature with similar physical features - although vampires can also use these weapons, their ears are completely different from this.

"Kakusuka..."

Voldemort looked at the words he didn't recognize at all, and he instinctively pronounced four characters.

Kakusuka means darkness.

The meaning of the word seemed to rise from his heart.

"It's very interesting like runes, words that can convey artistic conception through special energy."

Voldemort murmured softly, turning the pages of the book and looking at the contents.

In the center of the fine text was a pattern of a six-pointed star. Voldemort glanced at the pattern and found nothing worthy of special attention.

He tried reading the text again, but didn't get much.

Occasionally there are one or two words that he can identify through induction, but most of them are unknown.

"Original, natural, change, God...perhaps it is more appropriate to turn change into derivative."

Voldemort muttered the words he guessed, and after integrating them, he guessed the content of the book.

"Perhaps it's an origin book. Could it be the origin of this special creature?"

He murmured, closing the book and looking at the cover.

Looking horizontally and vertically, he could not find any memory of this creature. He was sure that this was not any creature he had ever seen.

"Wait, if the scope is expanded..."

Voldemort murmured and began to mobilize Lin Zuo's memory.

Although Riddle may claim to be well-informed, what he sees is true—this is a man who barely reads fairy tales.

But Lin Zuo is completely different.

He comes from a future world where information is more developed, where Muggles’ countless conjectures are spread wildly through self-media.

This made Lin Zuo knowledgeable and knowledgeable. Of course, don't think about the depth.

"Dark...elf?"

Voldemort frowned, he was a little dissatisfied with this guess.

But his eyes swept over the bow, arrows and bayonet, and then looked at the three strange red moons, and he felt more and more that this might really be an elf.

"story book?"

Voldemort guessed and quickly flipped through the book again.

I have to say that the content above does look like a story, with wars and prosperity, like the rise and fall of a race.

"In this mysterious room, put a storybook that I don't even know what language it is written in?"

Voldemort couldn't help but shake his head. He really couldn't guess the source of this book.

After putting down the book, Voldemort picked up another one and read it.

It’s still an unknown text, and it’s different from the previous one.

Moreover, these words had no runic properties, and he could not even guess the meaning of a single word.

As for the illustrations in the book - dark, bloody, almost complete bodies.

Those broken bodies did not look like humans, and it was difficult to classify them as any kind of animal.

Some have shells, some are soft and rotten, and some exist directly in the form of bones.

"It still looks like a storybook about the rise and fall of a race. Is this all in it?"

Voldemort murmured, picking up a book again and opening it.

This time he didn't read as carefully as the previous two times, and the page jumps were much more obvious when flipping through than before.

But even so, he stopped what he was doing shortly after flipping through it.

Voldemort's eyes were full of shock when he looked at the page.

The pages of the book were filled with black mist.

But in the black mist, there was a faint figure that stretched across the sky and the earth, resembling a python with its body coiled up and its head held high.

But, which snake can be so tall?

However, this was not the root cause of his shock.

The fundamental reason why Voldemort was shocked was because he had heard someone describe such a scene.

Lucius Malfoy.

In a conversation with Voldemort, he once said that Ulric Gamp's great-granddaughter told him.

His great-grandfather, Ulric Gamp, had seen such a scene.

In the black mist, there is a python that reaches the sky and the earth.

This is obviously not a sight you see everywhere.

"Creak."

The door was suddenly pushed open, and a nervous Voldemort closed the book with a "snap".

"Are you okay, Mr. Sylvester?" Gamp walked in and asked in surprise.

"Very well, Sir Gump."

Voldemort silently put the books back into place, not wanting to reveal the secret to the other party.

In other words, he did not explore the past thoughts of the other organization.

Even if there is, it is not in this direct inquiry.

"very successful?"

Voldemort asked after putting the book back in its place.

"It was a success, Mr. Sylvester, and we have you to thank."

Sir Gamp said, rubbing his hands excitedly before saying again, "We have received a gift from God, and this is all your credit. When we sort out the content of the gift from God, we will share it with you."

Voldemort raised his eyebrows.

God-given?

This was really not a good name, at least he just thought it was ridiculous after hearing it.

"my pleasure."

Voldemort, who was extremely hypocritical, nodded and said.

"This is what we should do, sir. In addition, our original contract is still valid. Please tell us your needs."

Gamp said it very seriously, and Voldemort had no intention of letting it go.

"You know the resurrection potion of flesh and blood, right?" Voldemort asked.

"I know, I think apart from us, there is only one lone copy out there."

When Gamp said this, he glanced at the bookshelf as if the book was there.

"A friend of mine wants to be resurrected using this method, and he wants to add a dementor into the resurrected body. I wonder if you have any method."

Voldemort asked while locking his eyes on Gamp's face.

This was an extremely difficult problem for him to solve, but he noticed that although Gamp frowned after hearing this question, he did not frown deeply.

"There are indeed a lot of troubles, especially in the later stages of coexistence. I suggest you change your requirements..."

Gamp suddenly paused. Voldemort did not interrupt, but waited quietly for a moment.

"Of course, if you insist, I think I can find a way, but it may not be perfect."

These words made Voldemort's eyebrows twitch.