Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"I'm not surprised by this, Voldemort. The great thing about women is their resilience."

Dumbledore, who followed Voldemort out of the ward, said without hesitation after listening to Voldemort's account of Alice's memory world experience.

"I think whether it's Alice or Augusta, we can see such shining points in them."

Voldemort stood still and did not move.

He couldn't tell whether it was real or imaginary, but he felt that the bones in his body were radiating warmth.

Perhaps, if Merope Gaunt had not died in childbirth - it is difficult for wizards to die from this unless they wish to die - she would have had a corresponding light of humanity.

The sigh only flashed through his heart, and Voldemort quickly adjusted himself.

"If nothing happens, we can separate here, Albus." Voldemort said.

"Wait a moment, Voldemort, I do have some questions for you."

Dumbledore stopped him and said before Voldemort became impatient, "I want to ask you, what are the things in the media these past three months?"

"The argument between Fudge and Crouch?" Voldemort asked.

Dumbledore nodded in agreement, which was exactly what he didn't understand.

The fight between the two has become increasingly fierce.

Verbal arguments are common in various media.

Even foreign newspapers have published content about their arguments.

Some tabloids even irresponsibly spread the news. The fight between the two within the Ministry of Magic was more serious than the disagreements reported by mainstream media such as the Daily Prophet.

Crouch has already recruited a group of people to start preparations to resist the Dark Lord without being recognized by Fudge.

Among them, Mad-Eye Moody, who returned to the Auror Command, became his right-hand man.

This man insisted that he had seen the Dark Lord and that he had fought against him.

Fudge naturally objected, and publicly criticized the aging Moody, saying he should no longer be involved in Auror work.

Their fight within the Ministry of Magic has split the entire Ministry of Magic into three.

In addition to the two parties supporting Fudge and Crouch respectively, there is also a wave of silent and wavering staff.

In fact, behind these three parties, there is a group of people hiding in the darkness.

They are a pure-blood family.

In fact, these conflicts and divisions were secretly instigated by them.

Of course, without Crouch's active cooperation, things would not have reached this point.

As for Fudge, he's really innocent.

"The more the truth is argued, the clearer it becomes, and the more reason is explained," Voldemort said. "Fighting with words is always better than the previous extreme methods, isn't it?"

"Do you admit that you did this?" Dumbledore asked, raising his eyebrows.

Voldemort smiled and said nothing.

"You support Crouch, right?" Dumbledore asked again.

"You can say that, Albus, but I only want his justice and nothing else." Voldemort spread his hands.

"just?"

Dumbledore murmured and shook his head, but he didn't say anything more and changed the subject, "Where are you going next?"

"Nurmengard."

Voldemort's answer caught Dumbledore off guard.

He looked at Voldemort blankly, as if he didn't understand what he meant.

"Come together?" Voldemort asked.

"ah."

Dumbledore woke up from his stupor. He yelled briefly, then frowned, not knowing how to answer.

"Then I'll go by myself, Albus, see you next time."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he was about to apparate and leave, but before he could turn around, Dumbledore called him.

"Voldemort, maybe it would be better for me to take you there. You know I am more familiar with it." Dumbledore said.

Voldemort nodded in agreement and reached out to take Dumbledore's arm.

"pay close attention."

Dumbledore warned, then turned around and the two disappeared in front of the closed department store.

When they appeared again, they had arrived at the foot of a mountain.

"That's Nurmengard." Dumbledore pointed towards the distance and said.

Voldemort followed his guidance and saw a cold, dark tower standing on the top of the mountain.

"Want to come together?" Voldemort asked.

"Okay, but I'm not going in."

Dumbledore thought for a moment and took the lead on the path that had grown overgrown with weeds.

"Where did you look at it when you last came here?" Voldemort asked, following his footsteps.

"There."

Dumbledore pointed his hand in the distance, and Voldemort saw that the finger landed on another mountain top.

"It's really far away," Voldemort said, "Are you afraid you can't help but go in and see him?"

Dumbledore turned back and grinned at him, but did not answer his question.

"Why are you here?"

After turning around and walking up the mountain again, Dumbledore asked without looking back.

"Ask me some questions." Voldemort said.

"What's the problem?" Dumbledore chased after him.

"Ask a person who goes up a mountain how to overcome thorny obstacles and reach the top of the mountain." Voldemort said calmly.

"Haha." Dumbledore smiled, and then said, "He has not reached the top of the mountain."

"One step away." Voldemort curled his lips.

"It's an important step." Dumbledore said.

"This is more important to me, Dumbledore. We must find shortcomings from victory and find experience from failure. This is precious."

These words silenced Dumbledore. He stopped talking and just climbed the mountain in silence.

Voldemort followed closely, his thoughts racing in his mind.

Grindelwald, a dark wizard whose name was not as famous as his own, but whose achievements far surpassed his own, he had wanted to meet him a long time ago.

But he had to wait for the best time.

And that time is now.

"arrive."

Dumbledore suddenly spoke and took the initiative to stop and get out of the way.

Voldemort looked up and saw a stone gate made of black boulders on the smooth road.

In the upper center of the stone door is Grindelwald's famous saying:

For the greater good.

"Looking at the structure, I really can't compare with it before."

Stopping in front of the black stone door, Voldemort looked up at the tower and murmured.

"The pattern... maybe." Dumbledore shook his head sadly.

"There are no guards here, right?" Voldemort turned to look at him and asked.

"Yes, it is deserted, but the tower will operate automatically, which is enough to satisfy Gellert's life." Dumbledore replied.

Voldemort nodded and confirmed to Dumbledore for the last time: "Don't you want to go in together?"

Dumbledore shook his head firmly.

Voldemort shrugged, and then came to the dark door, interlocking his index and middle fingers.

"Knock, knock, knock."

After the dull knocking sound ended, Voldemort thought that no one would respond.

In fact, he was ready to fly up the tower.

But at this moment, a small window in the center of the door was suddenly pushed open, and an ugly crab-like face was revealed.

"Who are you looking for?"

The extremely ugly magical creature stared at Voldemort and asked.