Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

Department of Mysteries.

Almost two and a half hours ago.

When all the warriors' "treasures" were placed here, "Gabriel" opened her scarlet eyes.

Or rather, Voldemort.

Ever since he decided to participate in the Tournament, Voldemort had never thought about leaving. He just created the illusion of his departure to make Cyrus and Dumbledore suspicious.

The plan after that became obvious.

He stood up and looked around the room - all kinds of weird brains told him where he was.

"The Hall of Brains?" Voldemort smiled coldly, "Consciousness is indeed full of mystery, but this is not the place I want."

He walked around the Brain Hall and found no "treasures" of other warriors. Apparently they were all placed in different rooms.

"What a pity, I didn't see Harry Potter,"

He shook his head regretfully, otherwise, he could get back one of his soul fragments first.

"Forget it, it won't be too late to get back the last soul fragment after I come back from time." Voldemort thought to himself as he walked out of the Brain Hall.

Speaking of which, this was his first time coming to the Department of Mysteries. Before that, he had only heard about it but had never set foot in it himself.

Walking out of the Hall of Brains, Voldemort found himself in a circular room with twelve identical doors tightly closed, then spinning rapidly in front of his eyes.

Although there are only twelve doors, no one knows which door he has been to before, and which door has danger hidden behind it...

Of course, this is not difficult for Voldemort.

There were already people among the Death Eaters who had worked in the Department of Mysteries, and Voldemort already knew how to identify them.

His snake-like eyes swept over the doors one by one.

"Death Hall, Prophecy Hall..."

Speaking of the Prophecy Hall, Voldemort remembered that there should be a prophecy about himself and Harry.

This is about how that little baby defeated the great Dark Lord more than ten years ago. Logically speaking, Voldemort should care about it. And he is eager to know the full content of the prophecy so that he can find a way to break it.

But now, although the idea of ​​prophecy has appeared in Voldemort's mind, he has not moved even half a step.

It was just a prophecy, not to mention it was about Harry Potter. For him now, there was no need to check it.

Today's Voldemort no longer cares about that prophecy.

After several contacts with Harry, he had discovered that the child was not special at all and did not deserve his too much attention.

He was even a little confused as to why he had been so stupid more than ten years ago that he actually believed the prophecy and went to war against a kid. So much so that now he has lost control of his Horcrux, making Cyrus an independent individual and working against himself.

But it doesn't matter, he will soon be able to correct history and change the mistakes he has made!

Since history can be changed, Voldemort is convinced that as long as he goes back to the past, he can erase Cyrus's existence to a certain extent.

As long as he travels through time several times, he can get the magic stone to resurrect his body and get back all his souls in the past time.

Voldemort believed that when he regained all his power, no one in the world would be his opponent!

Not even Cyrus!

But in the final analysis, whether Cyrus still exists or not is a question.

He laughed coldly and strode towards the Time Hall.

The Hall of Time was a bit too dazzling for Voldemort. The clocks moving around made ticking sounds, and light like diamonds shot out everywhere in the room...

Voldemort ignored these flashy things, passed through a huge grandfather clock that was taller than a man, and walked to the end of the room——

This is the source of all the light in the entire room, and the beginning and end of time!

What was before Voldemort's eyes was a transparent glass cover with sparkling air currents floating inside.

With the movement of the air current, a small hummingbird goes from birth to death, and then comes back to life, rising and dying again like the waves on the coast.

"How could I not realize that the immortality I pursue is actually right in front of me!"

In comparison, Horcruxes are ultimately only imperfect powers.

Of course, it also has advantages. With the Horcrux, you can have a long life soon, and you will have an immortal body. But the shortcomings are also obvious. Once a Horcrux is made, it is equivalent to becoming a foreign object.

Voldemort stretched out his finger towards the glass cover and tapped it lightly. The next moment, the glass melted and shattered like ice.

He immediately stretched out his hand towards the swirling airflow, and then, strong black air was released around Gabrielle's body, and a smoke-like monster left her body and completely disappeared into time...

Time travel is a wonderful feeling. Voldemort felt that his surroundings were frozen in an instant, and the whole world seemed to be like sunlight shining on colored glass, leaving dreamlike colors.

Then, everything was stretched very long, and he could hardly see anything. Only endless phantoms silently passed through him, and finally superimposed together...

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"what is going on?"

Grindelwald still hasn't figured out what happened.

The ability to predict is fraught with uncertainty. Even if Grindelwald immediately used that special eye to observe the future, what he could see would be one-sided and fragmented.

He only had one suspicion now - I'm afraid that Voldemort, known as the Dark Lord, had done something.

Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore's back carefully, wondering whether he should tell him about his "joining forces" with Voldemort. But even though they were joining forces, Grindelwald actually didn't know what Voldemort's plan was.

He just wanted to make sure Dumbledore stayed alive and wasn't killed by Cyrus. Thinking of this, Grindelwald looked past Dumbledore and rested on Cyrus.

This guy looks so old now, as if picking up a wand is difficult, it's a good chance to kill him!

If it had been fifty years ago, he would have killed Cyrus without even thinking!

but now……

Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore's back, his eyes flickered, and the fingers of the hand holding the wand twirled slightly, but he still did not make a move.

In comparison, Cyrus and Dumbledore knew much more.

Dumbledore's face was full of worry at this moment.

The rules of time are broken, and the only possibility is that there is something wrong with the Time Hall. Thinking that he had just sent the three warriors to the Hall of Time, Dumbledore couldn't help but start to worry about their lives.

Could it be that I made a mistake?