Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 541 The Darkest Source
Death's character is elusive.

This is a question that Voldemort is still thinking about after walking out of the secret passage.

But soon he left the tortured Rajdev I behind, because he still had many questions that he wanted to be answered by the god of death.

"Why didn't Luna come?" was his first question.

"She is still in the mist, waiting for your rescue." Reaper replied.

"You didn't rescue her?" Voldemort asked in surprise.

"It's saved, but I'm afraid that if you see her, you won't want to spend your time on this matter."

"Why?" Voldemort wondered.

This time the Grim Reaper didn't answer, and a rare expression of tangled pain appeared on his face.

"Next question, Voldemort."

After the two were silent for a long time, the god of death said so.

"Why isn't Bella here?"

This was Voldemort's second question, and this question made Death unable to answer again, and his expression was as tangled and painful as before.

This made Voldemort's eyes widen in surprise. Could there be some connection between the two?
"Let's not talk about relationship issues, Voldemort, that's a topic that makes people scratch their heads. How about some more meaningful ones?" Reaper asked with concessions.

Although this sentence did not give any specific content, it also made Voldemort think a lot.

"The two of them... because of jealousy?" Voldemort asked.

"It's all jealous." Death smiled wryly and waved his hand, signaling again not to talk about this topic.

"Why did Hermione take refuge in 'Grindelwald'?" Voldemort asked the third question, which he had never understood.

"Idea." Reaper described it in one word.

"The idea of ​​'Grindelwald'?"

"Yes."

"What philosophy did he have that made Hermione make such a choice?"

"For the greater good."

This is an unexpected and reasonable answer.

Because Grindelwald in this world also has this idea.

But the question is, is it equally attractive in front of the larger world of the parallel world?

The God of Death clearly saw Voldemort's doubts, so he took the initiative to explain: "This time, what he wants to subvert is no longer [International Statute of Secrecy], but many parallel worlds."

"How?" asked Voldemort.

"Let all the outstanding wizards gather in one world to form a world with only wizards and no more Muggles." Death looked at the endless desert outside the Sphinx, and slowly expressed Grindelwald's ambition.

"All good... wizards?" Voldemort frowned. "How to define."

"He has his own measurement method, which is still feasible, but he is not very friendly to the wizard itself." Death said with a wry smile and shook his head.

From the details of his words and expressions, it is not difficult to see that he has some admiration for Grindelwald, but there are some disagreements in this admiration.

"Where is it unfriendly?" Voldemort asked.

"Take Hermione as an example. This is undoubtedly an excellent wizard he recognizes, but once he finds any parallel world that is better than Hermione around him, he will replace this one with that one without hesitation, so... ...he is somewhat akin to the Legalists."

The legalist system is strict and merciless. Using the legalist analogy to Grindelwald's method of selecting excellent wizards is indeed very suitable.

After hearing this, Voldemort was obviously taken aback.

As long as the people around you are not the best one, replace them with another one. This method... is really very Grindelwald.

As far as Voldemort knows, the Grindelwald of this world did indeed burn many of his "own people" to death when he lit up the gas hood in Paris.

"No matter which world he is in, he is so unreasonable."

Voldemort couldn't help sighing, and then he thought of "Dumbledore".

Perhaps, this "Grindelwald" has affection for the "Dumbledore" he met.

"Those who make big things don't care about small things, they are talking about this kind of people. If there is not that law, maybe I won't be an enemy of him." Death said with a sigh.

Voldemort knew that which law he was talking about referred to a universe that would only give birth to a complete high-level life.

"Are you sure only one can be born?" Voldemort had long been full of doubts about this question.

"Of course, because the most complete one can look at all the past and future, he will be able to change everything. In this case, it is completely impossible to have another one." Death confirmed.

"There can be no other..." Voldemort chewed on the words, "What about the other?"

"Hehe, you are still soft-hearted."

The God of Death suddenly said something off topic, and then did not give Voldemort time to react, and explained directly, "It is natural to be like others, but the problem is, if you can be the top, why do you have to lower your eyebrows and be compliant."

His words stunned Voldemort for a moment.

After merging the consciousness of Lin Zuo and Riddle, his personality changed a lot, at least not as extreme as Riddle.

Including the way he chose to get along with the wizarding world and the Muggle world, it is not treated differently like Grindelwald.

But he was actually not very aware of this point, after all, there were almost no one around him who could remind him of this.

Perhaps, only Dumbledore could see through, and it was impossible for him to tell himself.

Of course, he's dead too, so there's no chance to talk about it.

"What kind of world do you want to build?" Voldemort asked after a brief silence.

"me……"

Reaper's face was suddenly full of longing, but then he smiled wryly and shook his head, "The main body of my consciousness is Lin Zuo, which can be seen from his appearance, so my ideal is very naive."

"There must be one for childishness, right?" said Voldemort.

"Uh... the world is united, isn't it funny?" Reaper turned his head and looked at Voldemort and asked.

The corner of Voldemort's mouth twitched, and he shook his head with difficulty.

"Don't be patient, Voldemort, I think there are many people in my hometown who have such expectations."

The god of death said, looking to the northeast.

If he could see tens of thousands of miles at a glance, maybe he could see the land he was familiar with at this glance.

The Grim Reaper's gaze revealed extremely complex emotions, and Voldemort remained silent without interrupting the Grim Reaper who seemed to be in deep thought.

"Eastern thinking and Western thinking, this may be the biggest difference between me and Riddle."

The god of death suddenly spoke, causing Voldemort to look at him suspiciously, "At first, it was just some trivial questions, whether to go left or right, softness or coercion, light or darkness..."

His voice became quieter, and his words were only memories of the past.

"Later, the differences became bigger and bigger. We simply split into two, one became me and the other became him."

"There's another Him?" Voldemort couldn't help interrupting.

"In fact, the real God of Death who destroyed countless worlds is Him."

Death's words finally made Voldemort realize why his answer was "it can be said" in the first place.

"But then even he himself couldn't control this evil thought anymore, so... the darkest moment, that was his experience when he fell into the abyss."

If the god of death said, let Voldemort stand on the spot in a daze.

This is how the darkest hour came about?

　Two changes today

　　
　
(End of this chapter)