Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"Evil in all realms."

Death spoke, but only these four words came out.

This time, He did not introduce anything at length.

After saying these four words, there was also a long silence.

Voldemort turned to look at the God of Death, only to see him reveal an extremely complicated face.

"What's behind this?" Voldemort asked.

"He," Death answered.

"He...are you talking about...the real God of Death, Riddle?" Voldemort asked loudly in surprise.

He didn't expect that what Death meant before was that Lin Zuo and Riddle had become independent individuals.

He only thought that the current Death God was a new Death God born after the previous Death God was troubled by the Darkest Hour.

"Do you like to call him that?" Death looked at Voldemort, and then showed a look of surprise on his face, "That's right, you all like to call yourself Voldemort, so you call him Riddle to make it easier to distinguish."

Voldemort had suppressed his surprise at this time and nodded slowly.

"Can you tell me what's going on?" Voldemort asked.

"Of course, this is one of the purposes of my trip."

The God of Death spoke again and looked at the door again, "Before I evolved to the point where you made this choice, I lost in that fight, and Riddle's consciousness took over."

Voldemort nodded. He could understand that the battle Death was referring to was the one between the souls of Lin Zuo and Riddle in the Black Forest.

"He who won the victory did not choose to kill me, but absorbed my memory and made me his think tank."

"Brain trust?"

Riddle's approach surprised Voldemort.

"Yes, although Riddle is cruel, he is smarter than most people. This is an indisputable fact."

The upturned corners of Death's mouth revealed a hint of pride, "He knows his shortcomings and is very far-sighted, but you know, thinking limits each of us."

Voldemort nodded slowly, but his thoughts drifted to Riddle's childhood memories.

Those long nights of hunger and darkness played an extremely crucial role in the formation of Riddle's character.

His cruelty, coldness, and antisocial personality were basically formed during that time.

If Lin Zuo, who had a gentle personality and grew up in an extremely comfortable environment, had not neutralized this emotion in his memory, he felt that he would have gone to extremes.

Suddenly, he thought of the darkest moments, the heart of killing everything and destroying everything in the darkness. Perhaps in those dark nights, he had already taken root in Riddle's heart.

After all, it may seem like just another night now, but for Riddle at the time, it was likely a future that would never stop.

Perhaps, it is not an exaggeration to call it eternal night.

"What happened next?" Voldemort asked as his thoughts were pulled out of his memory.

"Riddle's ability, coupled with my wisdom, although I can't control it as freely as you do, it is enough for us to face everything."

The God of Death waved his sleeves, and two deck chairs appeared behind them. "The Death Eaters are growing, the wizarding world is changing, and an accident has allowed us to break through to higher-dimensional life. Everything went smoothly until we had a dispute with each other."

"Dispute?" Voldemort asked as he sat on the recliner.

"Yes, what he pursues has always been eternal life, not the imaginary supreme power that only exists in human society. Therefore, he wants to give up his body and travel through many parallel worlds in the way of memory to find the real The way to eternal life.”

The God of Death's eyes were a little wandering, and he seemed to have thought of a lot while telling everything.

"eternal life……"

Voldemort murmured something that was equally attractive to him, but he quickly asked, "What's the conflict?"

The God of Death turned to look at him and suddenly smiled.

He didn't speak, but looked at Voldemort up and down with a rather thoughtful look.

Voldemort was puzzled, but soon thought of something.

"Uh... are you in love with Bella?" Voldemort couldn't help but ask.

"It's hard not to love, isn't it?" Death asked, and then added, "And Luna, you know, I fell in love with this cute girl when I was reading [Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets]. "

"But you still like Hermione." Voldemort retorted dissatisfied.

Because he is the fusion of the minds of Lin Zuo and Riddle, although he is not as emotionally rich as Lin Zuo, he knows Lin Zuo's past, and therefore also knows that the other party liked Hermione.

"That's different, Voldemort. I did like her very much at one time, but when you really get in touch with her - she is too picky - you will find that it is difficult for two people to get along." Death shrugged and said rather shamelessly.

"What about Ginny? She is also a beauty." Voldemort rolled his eyes.

"I can't take it all in, and Percy is an important subordinate of mine. You know my principles of doing things..."

"Stop, stop, stop." Voldemort couldn't help but waved his hands repeatedly, stopping the topic, "Just because of women, you and Riddle had a conflict?"

"Not only that, but also unlimited rights. I think you can understand the behavior of a poor man who suddenly became rich. I was generally like this during that period." A slight trace of shame appeared on the face of the God of Death, but it quickly disappeared.

"How did you solve it after that?" Voldemort asked.

"He left and I stayed. We were separated for many years. It wasn't until he fought with Grindelwald that I had to return to him again."

Death lamented, feeling as if he was regretful that he could not continue to enjoy that kind of life.

"It was a battle that affected dozens of parallel worlds. The earth alone destroyed no less than ten, and the final result could not tell the winner.

"Higher-dimensional life is usually difficult to kill."

Voldemort nodded, this "Dumbledore" had told him.

"And Riddle fell into endless darkness?" he asked.

"Yes, that was the main reason why the war stopped. There were also other reasons, such as Grindelwald not wanting to fight anymore." Death explained.

"Is there no problem with Grindelwald?" Voldemort asked doubtfully.

"I'm not sure. We couldn't communicate normally after that, but in that battle, most of the destruction was initiated by Voldemort, so the impact on him shouldn't be as great as Voldemort's." Death explained again.

"But I remember it was said in the book that Dumbledore said that behind this door, locked is a love that Riddle cannot understand." Voldemort frowned.

"Well... when Dumbledore and I teamed up to lock Him in, we did not ask for His consent, but please believe that it is precisely because of our enough love for this world that we..."

"Wait a minute."

Voldemort suddenly shouted to stop, and looked at the other party with twisted eyebrows, "Did you make this decision behind His back?"

"Probably... maybe... I should say, you are right to think so." The God of Death spread his hands and gave such an answer.

"Snapped."

Voldemort slapped his head in pain.

Damn it, he just felt that Riddle couldn't do this kind of thing of "giving up the small self and achieving the big self".