Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

The fighting method of the Evolved was an eye-opener for Voldemort.

They are almost completely divorced from the way wizards should fight.

The reason why I say almost is because the visual effects of their battle still retain some of the characteristics of wizards.

"It's just flashy and unrealistic. It's just a result of years of habit. Voldemort, they can completely use the power of those laws silently."

"Dumbledore" explained with a smile and showed Voldemort one of his laws.

His wand was slightly pointed into the void in front of him, but no change could be seen there.

"Touch it with your hands, Voldemort. This is my application of the laws of space, derived from my understanding of transfiguration."

When he spoke, he pursed his lips forward, and Voldemort also stretched out his hand curiously.

"A pair of moving hands?"

Voldemort's eyes widened in surprise. Although he couldn't see anything there, he could feel it.

"Yes, a spaceman composed of the power of space laws. He has a certain degree of combat intelligence and the ability to travel through space and tear apart space. In any case, I still love transformation."

Voldemort nodded after hearing this and glanced at the battlefield not far away. Grindelwald and the God of Death had already turned the sky in the distance into chaos.

"It is always difficult for us to create things beyond our understanding. Perhaps our knowledge is restricting us," he said.

"Dumbledore" nodded and said: "The God of Death also said so. He also tried to create a 'Tao' thing, which is similar to Kung Fu and has different attack methods."

"What's the result?" Voldemort asked curiously.

He could imagine that Death was trying to cultivate.

"Failure, according to him, is the inability to have a perfect understanding in thought." "Dumbledore" said.

Voldemort nodded slowly, thinking about the answer.

He also tried to practice according to Taoist ideas or the methods in the legends of ancient Eastern countries.

But he did not glimpse the door to higher-dimensional life. Perhaps his long-term identity as a wizard has trapped his mind.

Or perhaps, he started this path from a wizard, but the door to cultivation was closed long ago.

He didn't know the real reason, but it was conceivable that the God of Death must have encountered a similar problem to him.

"Can you tell me a few ways to step into the path of higher-dimensional life evolution?" Voldemort glanced at the battlefield in the distance and found that it could not be ended in a short time, so he said to "Dumbledore".

"No matter what it is, energy is the most fundamental need."

"Dumbledore" gave an answer directly without any hesitation.

"Energy?" Voldemort asked.

"The quantity and quality of magic power are one of the fundamental reasons that determine whether you can touch the path of evolution of higher-dimensional life." "Dumbledore" explained in more detail.

These words confused Voldemort, and he asked: "But you all rely on memory to travel through the world."

"Yes, but you have to learn to walk first, don't you?" Dumbledore asked.

Voldemort was stunned.

“Beyond quality is intellectual recognition, which is difficult to explain, but there is a simpler way to put it.”

"Say." Voldemort expected.

"A more concise world language, or the qualification to directly communicate with the world." "Dumbledore" said.

"Qualification to talk to the world?" Voldemort asked doubtfully, "Is the world alive?"

"No, you're thinking too concretely. That's just a way of saying it." After "Dumbledore" said this, he shut up and stopped talking, instead focusing on the battlefield.

Voldemort also remained silent and stopped talking, just thinking about the meaning of "Dumbledore's" words just now.

At least it sounds like this is more specific than the methods previously given by Death and "Dumbledore" himself.

While Voldemort was thinking about this, "Dumbledore" looked at the battlefield with a more serious look.

He shook the wand in his hand from time to time, looking eager to try.

When Voldemort came out of his thoughts and saw "Dumbledore" like this, he wisely closed his mouth and stopped talking.

While waiting quietly, only the battle between Death and Grindelwald was still going on vigorously in the distant sky.

Their believers fight in the lower sky, and flying seems to be the basic ability of these people.

"call."

"Dumbledore" suddenly started to move, twirling the wand in his hand.

This caused the sound of howling wind to appear in front of him, but he could not see any substantial substance.

"Whoosh."

As "Dumbledore" pointed his wand at the two fighting men, there was a sound, and then a galloping door appeared in the air.

The two men in the battle suddenly turned their heads to look at the door.

There was determination in Death's eyes, while Grindelwald's eyes were slightly confused.

"Sleepy."

"Dumbledore" yelled, and hugged Voldemort.

Grindelwald in the distance seemed to be held by someone's shoulders from behind at this moment, and his whole body was fixed in place.

And the God of Death did not waste this rare opportunity. His body rotated in the air, and when passing by the Shadow Gate, he pulled his left hand.

"Click."

The Shadow Door opened with a sound, and then the God of Death grabbed something behind Grindelwald and suddenly retreated into the door.

At the critical moment, Grindelwald jumped up and put his feet on the door frame to resist, and the gas stove around him burst into flames.

But inside the door, a pale and bloodless hand suddenly stretched out.

The nails on the slender fingers are long and curly.

"Snapped."

Pale thin hands grabbed Grindelwald's ankle.

Grindelwald, who was struggling, seemed to be shocked by this hand and froze in place.

The people fighting below them also stopped in shock.

"Whoosh."

The arm pulled hard, and Grindelwald was pulled into the door under everyone's gaze.

At the same time, the God of Death closed the door.

"Snapped."

A series of operations came naturally, as if they had been practiced countless times.

Until Grindelwald disappeared, his followers below could not figure out what happened.

"Dong, dong, dong~~~"

The door of phantom seemed to be beaten hard by someone inside, and the god of death quickly approached and resisted it fiercely.

"Huhu~~Hoho~~Jiejie~~~"

Various strange sounds came from the Shadow Door, and the God of Death turned a deaf ear and just blocked the door.

Grindelwald's followers began to abandon their respective enemies and tried to charge upward to save their faith.

At first, someone did approach the God of Death, but he was quickly beaten down by the God of Death.

As soon as the followers of Death reacted, these people were once again entangled by them, unable to save Grindelwald.

"Can the person inside kill Grindelwald?" Voldemort couldn't help but ask after listening to the various strange sounds coming from the Shadow Door.

"It's impossible to kill, but if done well it should trap him for several years."

"Dumbledore" gave the answer thoughtfully, and then looked at Voldemort with a smile, "Congratulations, your world is safe."