Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

The corridor behind the narrow door is not long, but the room you enter is magical enough.

This is a room without a torch, but the light from the jellyfish-like creatures floating in the air shines brightly here.

Voldemort stood cautiously at the door of the room and did not enter rashly.

He watched the tracks of the jellyfish, but could not see their essence or the pattern of their movements.

As far as the eye could see, the room seemed to have no dome.

He couldn't help but poke his head into the room and look up, confirming that there was no dome in the room.

At a glance, there is no end of light.

"call."

The jellyfish discovered Voldemort's presence the moment he entered, and began to rush towards him crazily.

Voldemort immediately withdrew his head and did not let the jellyfish touch him.

After hesitating for a moment, he slowly stretched out his hand with the long mist rope and entered the room.

"call."

The jellyfish swarmed in again and quickly wrapped around the protruding hand.

Nothing strange happened, only a slight tender touch came.

Voldemort felt for a while and slowly entered the room.

"call."

More jellyfish swarmed towards him, but they all touched him before moving away.

This process continued, and Voldemort's eyes were extremely uncomfortable due to their bright light.

But he resisted the urge to close his eyes and watched as more jellyfish rushed toward him.

Suddenly, he spotted a golden jellyfish.

As it rushed towards itself, countless jellyfish emitting white light got out of the way.

"Snapped."

The golden jellyfish rushed towards Voldemort who did not dodge, and finally slapped him hard on the face.

For a moment, Voldemort felt his eyes go dark.

The moment the darkness faded, he peered into a different world behind the darkness.

"Huha~~Huha~~Huha~~"

Countless people shouted slogans and pushed huge stones on rolling logs on a vast land.

Voldemort wanted to see more clearly, but the jellyfish had already left his body after the impact, and those images disappeared.

"Snapped."

Voldemort quickly reached out to grab the jellyfish, but the jellyfish dodged very quickly, turning his grasp into a slap.

But the moment he was slapped, he fell into darkness again.

When the darkness disappeared, he saw the world again.

This time, he did not look at the people who were focused on lifting the stone, but glanced at the scene of the world.

The mountains and plains are filled with stones, and the mountains and plains are filled with people.

Behind him is the half-built pyramid.

This golden jellyfish actually helped him glimpse the world thousands of years ago.

The surprised Voldemort wanted to see more, but the scene flashed by without giving him any time.

When he regained his vision and tried to catch the golden jellyfish again, he discovered that the golden jellyfish had moved away from him and was rushing upwards.

As it surged forward, all the white jellyfish began to automatically line up in pairs, as if they had received an order.

One pair is taller than the other, and they stick to the wall like stairs, spiraling all the way up.

"The Ladder of Thoughts?"

Voldemort murmured the name of this level, wondering about its dangers.

At least so far, he didn't feel any danger from these stairs.

Looking up, you can see white light spiraling straight into the sky, while countless golden jellyfish are swimming freely among the hovering white jellyfish.

After waiting for a moment, Voldemort, who saw no more changes, came to the bottom of the stairs.

"Snapped."

I gently put my feet on it and stepped on it hard. It felt very strong.

Without hesitation, Voldemort walked directly up the stairs made of white jellyfish, step by step.

"Pa bang bang..."

In the silent room, there was only the rhythmic sound of Voldemort's footsteps.

"Snapped."

Voldemort, who had walked up more than ten stairs, suddenly stopped because a golden jellyfish was swimming by not far from him.

Without any hesitation, Voldemort reached out and grabbed the jellyfish.

"Snapped."

Didn't catch it, but hit him a little bit.

Voldemort's eyes immediately darkened. He stabilized his body and prepared to face the world after darkness.

"Snapped……"

The first thing that caught his eye was a figure tied to a wooden frame and being beaten not far away.

Voldemort's eyes only glanced there, and then quickly looked at the whole scene.

It was still a vast land, but there were not as many slaves as before, and the pyramid under his feet had entered the peaking stage.

"It's all pictures from thousands of years ago... What does this have to do with thought?"

Voldemort murmured and stepped upward again - he found a golden jellyfish lingering on top of dozens of jellyfish stairs.

He quickly came to the jellyfish. This time Voldemort didn't want to catch it at all, he just reached out and slapped it.

"Snapped."

After the darkness, the scene appeared, but it was not the same scene as before.

This time, the picture Voldemort saw was very bumpy, and the subject of his vision seemed to be falling infinitely.

Anxious thoughts emerged with this scene, and the falling person anxiously wanted to catch something.

Before he could take a closer look at the world, everything had disappeared.

"Falling... anxious..."

Voldemort murmured the two words that left the deepest impression on him, looking at the golden jellyfish that had drifted away, his voice full of regret.

He felt that the scene just now was somewhat familiar, but the sudden fall did not give him more time to observe.

His eyes moved up, but he didn't see any golden jellyfish within reach on the road.

"Pa bang bang..."

He continued to step upward, but his eyes looked up and down from time to time to observe the movement of the golden jellyfish.

There are many of them, but they never have as good a chance as before.

After walking upward for an unknown distance, Voldemort even tried to turn back and touch the golden jellyfish.

But they all became vigilant, and whenever Voldemort came close, they would quickly move away from him.

With no chance of touching him anymore, Voldemort could only go all the way up without stopping.

During this period, he was also alert to whether there would be danger, but until the light at the end of his sight gradually decreased, no danger appeared.

"This level is over like this?"

Voldemort, who stepped on the last pair of jellyfish and stepped onto the solid stone, couldn't help but murmur softly.

He couldn't help but wonder.

The first few levels sting the memory and pull you into a fantasy world.

The closer the result is to the core, the safer it is. How can such a design make people feel at ease?

"I don't know what the next level will be like."

Voldemort murmured, his eyes becoming confused again, and he moved away from the sinking jellyfish and looked at the unusually spacious but dark room.

The room may not be enough to describe the breadth of this place.

At least with the light of the sinking jellyfish that had not completely disappeared, he could not see the boundaries of this room at all.

The main hall or the square, maybe this is a more appropriate name for this place.

And just as the light below became increasingly dim, a strange and obscure light above attracted his attention.