Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"It's dark, Tom. Whatever the problem, we'll have to wait until the dinner table to talk about it."

"Dumbledore" said, standing up first and picking up his robe.

Voldemort looked at the other party in confusion. This topic was only halfway through, why did he have to leave?

There's no need to delay such an important thing just because of one thing, right?

Perhaps feeling Voldemort's doubts, "Dumbledore", who was adjusting his clothes, suddenly showed a gentle smile.

"I must get home on time, Voldemort, or Gellert will be angry."

"Dumbledore's" words were tantamount to a spell that directly pinned Voldemort to the spot.

"Take my hand, Tom, I need you to phantom follow me."

Under the urging of "Dumbledore", Voldemort put aside his distracting thoughts and grabbed the other person's arm.

After a brief dizziness, the two appeared in a villa living room. Outside the floor-to-ceiling window of the living room, there was a turquoise lake wrapped in a dark green jungle.

The hot sunshine did not penetrate into the living room, and there was a long shed outside the floor-to-ceiling window to block the light.

"Peyto Lake is very beautiful, isn't it?" Dumbledore said to Voldemort.

"This is North America?" Voldemort asked confused.

He didn't feel the fluctuation of intercontinental Apparation just now, but judging from the time difference and address, "Dumbledore" did indeed perform intercontinental Apparation.

"Of course, this is where we eat, and Gellert likes it here."

As soon as "Dumbledore" finished speaking, Grindelwald's figure walked out of the restaurant.

"Tom, aren't you in Australia?"

Grindelwald looked at Voldemort in surprise, and then blamed himself, "Damn it, I didn't make enough cheese, wait a moment."

As he spoke, he turned around and returned to the kitchen, while "Dumbledore" smiled and winked at Voldemort, seemingly happy that Grindelwald had been deceived.

"No, you're not Tom."

Soon Grindelwald came out of the kitchen again. He looked at Voldemort carefully for a moment, then turned to look at "Dumbledore", "He is that person, right?"

"Dumbledore" nodded and admitted Grindelwald's guess.

"Oh, my God, how come He has changed so much, wait..."

Grindelwald was surprised and suddenly stopped talking. He looked at Voldemort carefully for a moment and said, "It's the earlier Him, right?"

"Yes." "Dumbledore" admitted again.

Voldemort frowned when he heard this. He looked at Grindelwald in confusion and asked, "He? Who is he?"

"who is it?"

Grindelwald was very surprised and said, "God of Death, besides Him, who else could there be?"

Voldemort looked at Grindelwald in shock, while Grindelwald looked matter-of-fact.

"He, that person, the God of Death, is me?" Voldemort asked uncertainly.

Grindelwald nodded, but without explaining anything, he turned directly into the kitchen.

It looked like he was going to prepare cheese. Voldemort could only look at "Dumbledore" and wait for his explanation.

"What do you think the nature of magic is?"

"Dumbledore" did not clear his doubts, but asked a question.

Voldemort was not in a hurry. He knew that now that he was here, the man in front of him would definitely give him an explanation.

And since the other party raised the question, it must be related to this.

So he thought for a moment and answered: "The language of the world is a way to mobilize the essential power of the world."

"A very good answer. Although it's not the first time I heard it, it still surprised me."

"Dumbledore" nodded slowly, and then asked, "Since this kind of language can affect the essence of the world, then what kind of wizard can mobilize the essence of the world?"

This question is very broad, and Voldemort thought for a long time, but could not give an accurate definition.

"I said it too broadly. To put it another way, Tom, what do you think the group of wizards represents compared to humans?"

As soon as "Dumbledore" raised this question, he quickly added, "Give up your arrogant thoughts, Tom, let's just discuss the essence."

"Essential?"

Voldemort murmured, thinking for a moment and said, "Compared to the entire human race, the wizards represent explorers who pursue the essence of the world."

"Exactly, Tom, we are explorers and pioneers, so what is our end point?" "Dumbledore" asked.

"The end point is eternal life for me." Voldemort replied without hesitation.

"Be more broad," Dumbledore encouraged.

"Power?" Voldemort asked tentatively.

"Dumbledore" smiled, shook his head and said: "Whether it is immortality or power, in fact, it is essentially the sublimation of life.

"In other words, our pursuit is evolution."

"Evolution?" Voldemort repeated this answer somewhat unexpectedly.

"Yes, valid, correct evolution."

"Dumbledore" nodded, and was about to say something, but was interrupted by Grindelwald.

He served dinner to the two of them and took one for himself to sit next to.

The three of them started eating. Voldemort wanted to continue talking, but was stopped by "Dumbledore".

"Let's talk after dinner, Tom, we still have time."

Seeing this, Voldemort was no longer anxious and quietly used this temporary body to taste Grindelwald's cooking skills.

I have to say that Grindelwald's craftsmanship is really good, at least Voldemort found it delicious.

After dinner, "Dumbledore" did not continue a long conversation with Voldemort here. He asked for leave to say goodbye to Grindelwald, and then apparated to another villa with Voldemort.

"Niagara Falls, I like to talk to people here. Seeing this spectacular sight can make me feel happy."

"Dumbledore" explained the reason for bringing him here, and then said, "How much do you know about the dimensions mentioned in Muggle scientific civilization?"

"Dimension?"

Voldemort thought briefly and said, "The zero dimension is a point, the first dimension is a line, the second dimension is a surface, the third dimension is a surface with height, the fourth dimension is plus time, and the fifth dimension is plus the vertical axis of speed..."

"That's it, Tom, you know enough."

"Dumbledore" interrupted Voldemort, "As for the higher dimensions above the four dimensions, that is the conjecture of Muggle scientists. In fact, it has little to do with us. We only need to know that there are higher dimensions above the three dimensions. can."

Voldemort nodded and waited for the other party to continue explaining.

"Human groups live in a three-dimensional space and are three-dimensional creatures. If we try to explain the purpose of the wizard's attempt in a scientific way, it must be to become a higher-dimensional creature."

Voldemort raised his eyebrows, thinking of his experience in the past.

"You mean, becoming a fourth-dimensional creature?" Voldemort asked.

"Yes and no."

"Dumbledore" shook his head and said, "Don't apply Muggle science to us, Tom, that will limit our imagination, and for magic, imagination is very important."

Voldemort nodded suddenly.

Indeed, if we have to pursue becoming a higher-dimensional creature in a scientific way, that in itself is restrictive.

What's more, who said that after a life jumps past a three-dimensional creature, it just enters the fourth dimension?

Perhaps, it may directly enter a higher dimension.