Hogwarts time travel

"Master, what do you want me to do?" Bella asked Voldemort happily as she felt the changes in her body.

"No need for now, you go and help me find out about this Muggle company." Voldemort said.

"Is it to control their boss?" Bella excitedly took out her wand.

"No! Didn't I prevent you from using black magic?" Voldemort felt a little helpless, "It's just asking for some information, don't do anything unnecessary."

"Okay." Bella blinked, showing a sly smile.

"Wait, take this pocket watch." Voldemort put the pocket watch in Bella's hand before leaving.

Bella left the villa, and Voldemort went to the wine cabinet downstairs, picked an unknown brand of wine from it, and poured it into a goblet.

Naturally, this place would not be Voldemort's property. This villa belonged to a minister of the Ministry of Magic. After his downfall, no one knew about it, and it naturally became Voldemort's stronghold.

Looking at the scarlet wine in the glass, Voldemort was thoughtful.

He remembered that when he traveled around the world when he was young, he once learned a kind of divination from an old gypsy wizard.

The former Voldemort didn't believe it at all. He thought there was no difference between prophecy and deceit, but as the old wizard's predictions came true one after another, Voldemort gradually realized the magical power of prophecy, and he humbly asked the old wizard for advice.

The old wizard generously taught him the magic of predicting bad luck through the wine in the cup, and intends to accept him as an apprentice, teach him more profound divination skills, and inherit the mantle of the old wizard.

How arrogant is Voldemort?Naturally, he looked down on the old wizard's seat, declined the old wizard's proposal, and returned to England.

This kind of divination was never used after I learned it, but it planted the seeds of belief in prophecy in Voldemort at the time, which led to the tragedy that followed.

Now Voldemort looked at the scarlet wine in the glass, and the idea of ​​a divination couldn't be suppressed in his mind.

Wizards attach great importance to premonitions. The more powerful wizards, the closer their premonitions are to reality.

Voldemort made up his mind and began to shake the liquid in the glass.

Accompanied by the long and low incantation, the liquid in the wine glass gradually evaporated, turning into a scarlet pattern at the bottom of the glass.

The pattern is a skull with a long blood-red snake in its mouth.

Voldemort was a little confused, what does a Dark Mark mean?

As the last liquor disappeared into the cup, a blood-red sharp sword pierced through the skull and pierced the snake at the same time, with a look of killing everything.

"Oh?" Voldemort frowned. Could it mean that his life would be in danger?

Dumbledore has reached a temporary alliance with himself. A group of idiots in the Ministry of Magic can't even see their own taillights. Which force can threaten him?

A name jumped into Voldemort's mind.

"Parliament of the Gods."

Through the memory of the queen of Scobe Kingdom, Voldemort's understanding of the information of the foreign gods is no less than that of Loya, and Voldemort once repelled the power of the gods in Hogwarts for a short time. Although it is only a little power, it is still considered After fighting, Biloya and the others have to go farther.

In order to enter this world, the Council of the Gods has been looking for keys all over the world, as evidenced by the Diagon Alley attack a few days ago.

It's just that Voldemort only thought that the key might be on Dumbledore, but he didn't expect that the gods would find him.

Is he actually the carrier of the key?

Voldemort frowned, feeling something was wrong.

Suddenly, Voldemort felt a palpitation, without thinking that the curse had been attached to himself.

"Extremely effective armor protection!"

A burst of intense light flickered, and Voldemort squinted his eyes unconsciously. Even so, he lost all vision in an instant. When he was waiting for his vision to recover, he found that the place he was in had turned into white ground, and the originally towering villa was instantly engulfed by air. The ground is covered with transparent crystals, as if they were produced by ultra-high temperature.

At this time, his armor protection had already been cracked, even if Voldemort upgraded it to the ultimate effect, it was just an ordinary spell.

His frail body had already collapsed under the terrifying attack. Except for his vision, he could still barely retain his hearing and language abilities. With the loss of flesh and blood, he was now covered in red, and he could only see the melted muscle tissue and a stubborn dog standing still. The eyes on the face can no longer be seen as a whole.

Even so, Voldemort's bloody palm still firmly grasped the wand, the light blue air flow floated, and the body was constantly being restored, quickly suppressing the devastating injury.

"It's very interesting." A female voice came from far and near, "I didn't expect there to be a monster like you in this world. Not only can you block my casual blows, but you also have a tendency to recover. It's so interesting. Not because the key is with you, I want to be friends with you."

At this time, Voldemort's vocal cords had been repaired, and he said, "What's the point? With or without a key, we can all be friends, but this meeting ceremony is too heavy, and I can't bear a second blow."

"Don't worry," said the female voice, "then there will be an upright battle."

Voldemort had already repaired the muscles in his neck at this time, turned his head with difficulty, and saw the person who attacked him.

It was a woman, dressed in the same temperament as an ordinary wizard. Her biggest feature was that she was a little fat, and her living conditions seemed to be good.

This appearance does not look like a person who can make that kind of attack.

Seeing Voldemort looking over, the woman rubbed her face indifferently, "Sorry, this body is not mine. I just borrowed it and will return it when I'm done using it."

"Really? I mean, such a powerful lady wouldn't look like this."

"Actually, appearance doesn't matter, what matters is strength." The woman touched her arm, feeling very regretful, "This body is too weak."

"Take the liberty to ask, what kind of god are you? At least let me know whose hands you died in."

"God of War," the woman smiled cheerfully, "not the God of War, but the God of Battle. In Minecraft, everyone loves fighting and lives for fighting."

"No way, could it be a physical collision, I think it's a bit barbaric." Voldemort continued the routine.

The God of War didn't mind leaking information, and shook his head disapprovingly, "Brutal physique and barbaric spirit are part of the development of civilization, and should not be underestimated anyway."

"Really?" Voldemort's body had barely recovered, at least on the surface there seemed to be no scars.

One of his eyes exuded a faint green light, and his pupil turned into an oval vertical pupil, and he exchanged a glance with God of War.

The spiritual world seemed to be colliding with heaven and earth, God of War looked normal, and a line of blood and tears flowed from the corners of Voldemort's eyes.