Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"Dumbledore" came later, he was not resurrected from the pyramid.

A humble statue at Hogwarts, from which he emerged, petrifying students and professors alike.

"Albus?"

Professor McGonagall's eyes widened, and her sharp tone pierced the corridor and rippled back and forth from the walls.

"Oh, Minerva, it makes me so happy to see you still at school. I miss the time when you were my deputy principal."

"Dumbledore" looked angry, as if he was lamenting the passage of time.

In his world, Professor McGonagall was also his staunch supporter, but because of the expansion of his power, "Dumbledore" had to assign his most capable assistant to a more important position.

When the entire Hogwarts was his back garden, the position of vice principal was hardly important.

"Don't be surprised, Minerva, help me call Voldemort. I have something to do with that boy, and he will explain everything."

Seeing that more and more people were gathering, "Dumbledore" didn't want to be watched, so he eagerly said to Professor McGonagall.

"Uh... Okay, principal, please go to the principal's office and wait a moment."

Professor McGonagall said hesitantly, and motioned to several professors to follow "Dumbledore", and then asked people to drive away the students, while she went to notify Voldemort.

By the time Voldemort and Death arrived in a hurry, the atmosphere in the principal's office was already quite harmonious.

"For wizard apprentices, acting classes are indispensable, which will help them emotionally mobilize and learn..."

When the two entered the principal's office, they saw "Dumbledore" sitting behind his desk and talking.

When the God of Death appeared in the room, "Dumbledore" immediately stood up and quickly walked towards him and gave him a hug.

"It's great to see you again, Death. I miss the time we were together, even though it was short." "Dumbledore" said happily.

It was obvious that there was nothing perfunctory about his happiness.

Voldemort looked at the two of them in confusion. In the story Death told him, they should not have met.

"I'm glad to see you again, Albus. Although I was very happy during those days, you know I don't like adventure."

Death slapped "Dumbledore" on the back and said, then looked at Voldemort, "I briefly explored with them, very briefly."

"Stop talking about this, Death, let Voldemort explain all this to them, and let's go to Hagrid's hut for a drink."

"Dumbledore" said as if he was the master here, then nodded to Voldemort, and pulled Death and Hagrid away.

Hagrid hesitated before leaving. He also wanted to know how "Dumbledore" appeared, but obviously he was unable to refuse "Dumbledore".

Compared to others, Hagrid is the one who is most loyal to "Dumbledore", no matter which world.

The two left, and Voldemort began to explain everything to them. Fortunately, he had already done this among the Death Eaters, so he was familiar with it.

After explaining, he also followed the footsteps of the two of them and went to Hagrid's hut.

To be honest, I haven't had a drink here for a long time, and Voldemort misses it a lot.

"All the teachers and students know that you came here so openly, wouldn't that person know?" After drinking for three rounds, Voldemort asked with a pale face.

"He is not a fool. Even if I carefully hide my whereabouts, he still knows that I will come." "Dumbledore" said with a wine burp.

The God of Death nodded at the side. He looked drunk and confused, as if he would fall down at any time.

As for Hagrid, his eyes were straight from drinking, and it was only a matter of time before he collapsed.

"But will he come again?" Voldemort was still awake and couldn't help but ask.

"Of course I'll be back."

Without waiting for "Dumbledore" to answer, the God of Death took over the words. In just a short moment, the smell of alcohol on his face dissipated a lot, "This is a decisive battle that we all need. We are only one step away from that completeness." It’s just one step away.”

"What will happen then?" Voldemort asked, "all other lives that have embarked on the path of evolution of higher-dimensional life will disappear?"

"No, it's just being controlled and there is no possibility of breakthrough." "Dumbledore" shook his head, "But you can still rule a world. As long as your ambition is not too big, it is still very comfortable."

It was obvious that he was looking forward to that day.

Perhaps he had long been tired of the endless battle between Death and Grindelwald, which was why he chose to side with one side.

Voldemort nodded and stopped talking, raising his glass for everyone to take a sip.

Hagrid picked up the wine glass with drunken eyes. After taking a sip, he fell down on the wooden table.

Fortunately, his table was of good quality and did not topple over when his huge body fell on it.

The three of them continued to drink and chatted about some unknown experiences, but the topic did not get to the point.

It wasn't until the next morning, when Hagrid seemed to be waking up from his sleep, that the three of them began to discuss it formally.

"Australia, the place used to exile prisoners, is better than North America as a base." "Dumbledore" said his guess.

"But there are pyramids in North America. Maybe he got a glimpse of this method from Riddle..."

"impossible."

"Dumbledore" interrupted Death's speculation, "His pride does not allow him to do that, I understand him."

Voldemort and Death looked at each other and nodded without further rebuttal.

"Where will the war begin?" Voldemort asked.

"Australia, there are few people there, and there are many places that are not suitable for human habitation. It doesn't matter if it is destroyed." "Dumbledore" said.

The God of Death and Voldemort nodded again. As long as they were not in England or the Eastern Continent, it didn't matter to them.

"You only have one chance, 'Dumbledore', I hope you won't be soft-hearted then." The God of Death looked at "Dumbledore" and reminded him kindly.

"I know what to do, and once you complete the evolution, he will be free again, right?" "Dumbledore" asked, looking at Death.

"Of course, you know me, and you know Voldemort, don't you?"

Death looked at Voldemort, causing "Dumbledore" to look at him as well.

"Yeah, he looks like he's doing a better job than any of us."

"Dumbledore" nodded with a smile and said to Voldemort, "You can try to live broadcast this battle. I think this can have a good deterrent effect, which will help you negotiate with them later."

"That's what I have in mind. The Weasley brothers have already begun preparations." Voldemort said.

"Brothers Weasley, if I have time, I will go and meet them. They in my world have all died in the war." "Dumbledore" said with sadness on his face.

"If necessary, you can snatch two from other worlds." Death said with a smile.

"That's not fair to them in that world, Death." Dumbledore shook his head.

His words made Death curl his lips, obviously not agreeing with "Dumbledore's" philosophy.

However, the three of them did not discuss this issue any further. After all, this was just a disagreement over a minor detail and could not affect the overall situation.