Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 523 A Different Dumbledore
The boundless darkness, the silent world.

If it wasn't for seeking the truth, if he hadn't had enough of the "torture" of death, he would never have stepped through that "door".

This is a world without time, where death is a luxury.

Adrift in the world, Voldemort had no idea where the end was.

I don't know how long it took, maybe a day, maybe a year, but before Voldemort got upset, some other creatures appeared around him.

They are palm-sized, plate-shaped, and emit a faint light.

When Voldemort saw them, joy immediately filled his heart.

Not long after he saw the time conch in this world last time, he entered that crevice world.

So in his view, this is a sign of being close to a place where you can dock.

No matter where it stops, it is better than this endless wandering in the dark.

Thinking like this, he tried to speed up and rush towards more points of the conch of time, but not long after he rushed forward, a phantom of a curtain suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Hu~~"

There was a gust of wind in the phantom curtain, and Voldemort only hesitated for a moment before rushing into it.

During this process, he also used the memory world to wrap a few time conchs - although he already had one, he couldn't help but want to get a few more to see the difference.

The memory world rushed through the curtain, the darkness disappeared instantly, and the blue sky and white clouds appeared.

He glanced left and right, and found that he was floating in the air like a cloud, and he could see the ground under his feet.

Looking down, Voldemort's eyes widened in surprise, because below him was Hogwarts.

"Wait, it seems a little different."

Voldemort thought to himself, staring at this Hogwarts carefully, he found that it was different.

Compared with the Hogwarts he is familiar with, this castle has a stronger Gothic style.

For example, there are patches of dead trees in the Forbidden Forest, and the color of the castle is darker, and the decoration on the outer wall of the castle has skull-like sculptures that he is familiar with that Hogwarts does not have.

This weird world made Voldemort wonder if he had fallen into a dream.

However, as soon as he had this idea, he noticed a tall figure in a dark robe standing in front of this castle that was [-]% similar to Hogwarts.

White hair and beard, wrinkled face, crescent glasses, and a pair of blue glasses behind the glasses.

Except for the simple and dark robe, which did not match the man he was familiar with, there was almost no difference in other places.

"Come down, Tom, I've been waiting for you a long time."

said the figure in front of the castle, and took out his wand - the dark Elder Wand - and waved it in front of him.

In an instant, a figure appeared opposite the old man.

"Temporary body, use it reluctantly, anyway, you won't stay here for too long."

The old man continued, and then took two steps back, motioning for Voldemort to enter the transformed figure.

After a moment's hesitation, Voldemort fell to the ground, into the temporary body.

Twist your shoulders a bit, it feels good.

Looking up at the familiar face, Voldemort frowned suspiciously: "Albus Dumbledore?"

"it's me."

The old man nodded in response, but his voice was not one familiar to Voldemort.

It may be a bit biased to say the voice, and it is more accurate to describe it in terms of tone.

The Dumbledore he was familiar with spoke in a neutral tone, giving off a warm feeling.

When the person in front of him spoke, his voice was slightly raised, giving people a provocative and powerful feeling.

"Although you look exactly the same, I feel..."

"Go to the headmaster's office and say, Tom, I don't want to bask in the sun in front of the castle during my rare vacation."

Speaking of the different Dumbledore, he turned and walked directly into the castle.

Voldemort frowned, but stepped forward anyway.

Walking into the hall, the first thing that catches your eyes is two sculptures of evil spirits with teeth and claws.

If it was the Dumbledore that Voldemort was familiar with, he would definitely not allow such a sculpture to stand in the hall for a long time.

For Halloween or other holidays, he may allow students to do this, but certainly not as a daily decoration.

"I think I need an explanation."

Following in the footsteps of the different Dumbledore and stopping in front of a door, Voldemort couldn't wait to ask.

"Although you won't stay here for too long, Tom, this time can be longer, so we don't have to be in a hurry."

The different Dumbledore smiled at him and said, that smile looked a little sinister.

Then he reached out and pressed on the door, and the door opened, and Voldemort realized that it was actually an elevator.

"Is this Hogwarts?" Voldemort asked.

"Yes, I'm Dumbledore too, true to form." The different Dumbledore said as he motioned for Voldemort to follow him into the elevator.

"The Hogwarts I know cannot use modern technology." Voldemort stepped into the elevator and said as the elevator doors closed.

"I made some adjustments to that magic, you know, to keep up with the times, we can't always stick to the old rules."

The different Dumbledore said with a smile, and then added, "Isn't this exactly what you hoped for?"

This question made Voldemort frown even deeper.

He did want Hogwarts, or the wizarding world as a whole, to keep up with the times, and he did.

But the question is, where is this?
How does this person in front of him know what he thinks?

"Is it an illusion?" Voldemort asked.

"Do not."

"Is it a dream?"

"Not at all."

"what is that?"

Facing Voldemort's inquiry, the different Dumbledore did not answer.

Because the elevator door just opened, he went straight down.

"boom."

The stone statue at the same location as in memory jumped away, and the revolving building of the Hogwarts principal's office appeared before his eyes.

The different Dumbledore stepped in and stood on the steps.

"Stand still, this is also electric."

He reminded Voldemort, but the building moved faster, so Voldemort almost fell.

"Be more cautious, Tom, your enemies are staring at you, this battle cannot be sloppy." Dumbledore said differently, but he didn't make any moves to help Voldemort.

Fortunately, although this body was newly obtained, it was easier to control than the body obtained from the Pyramid of Khufu before, so although he staggered a bit, he didn't really fall.

The two went up the stairs, and the principal's office, which was roughly the same as what they remembered, only appeared in front of them with a slightly different style.

"How about unicorn blood with honey?"

Before Voldemort could sit down, the different Dumbledore had already put down a cup in front of him, "It's the old blood you drank, and I managed to get it."

Looking at the familiar face that was obviously smiling but gave off a sinister smile, Voldemort nodded slightly.

He didn't rush to ask any more, because he knew that the person in front of him should be the one Nick Flamel said.

Both familiar and strange, as expected.

(End of this chapter)