My obsession with role-playing seems to have distorted the world's aesthetic.

"Now that things have come to this... we only have one choice left. Gentlemen, let us... swear allegiance to Dumbledore and Grindelwald!"

Looking at the high-ranking figures from the magical world beside him, Fudge clenched his fists, closed his eyes, and said in a trembling voice.

It was not about clinging to life, but about enduring humiliation and bearing heavy burdens. Only by surviving and escaping the great purge that Dumbledore was preparing could they possibly free the wizarding world from his clutches once again.

"Sigh, there's nothing we can do now, this is all we can do..."

"For the sake of the future of the magic world, let's put aside our pride for now."

"Everything is for a bright future; we are doing this merely as a roundabout way to achieve our goal."

"Great!"

"The minister is right. Now we only have one option: to pretend to defect to the enemy."

The voices of the high-ranking figures in the magical world around him rang out. Fudge nodded in satisfaction upon hearing so many responses to his proposal, it seemed he still held considerable authority.

Wait, who was that guy who said that?

On the Ministry of Magic's side, Fudge chose to temporarily back down and take a roundabout approach in the face of Dumbledore and Grindelwald's terrifying ambitions, while on the other side, Voldemort at Hogwarts was completely bewildered.

What's going on? Has Dumbledore been infected with the Voldemort virus? Is he now going mad and planning a massive purge of the wizarding world?

Voldemort's feelings were complicated, extremely complicated. What on earth was this Voldemort virus? How did it get involved with him?

Wait, could this be one of Dumbledore's schemes?

Voldemort's mind was racing with a jumble of thoughts when a voice suddenly rang out behind him:

"I didn't expect you to have this trick up your sleeve. This makes it even more likely that we'll kill Dumbledore."

Hearing the voice behind him, Voldemort said to Helbo with mixed feelings:

"I've never created any Voldemort virus. My expertise lies in spells related to the soul. As for potions, I haven't yet achieved the skill of creating a potion that can alter personality."

In response to Voldemort's statement, Herbo shook his head and said, "You are too modest, Voldemort. I saw with my own eyes that Dumbledore was infected by your virus."

what?

Turning to look at Helbo, whose tone was incredibly certain, Voldemort was slightly taken aback, finding it hard to understand. He had seen it with his own eyes?

"What nonsense are you spouting, my dear collaborator?"

Faced with Dumbledore, who seemed poised to become the White Lord, Voldemort felt he needed to unite some forces he could to confront him.

A Dumbledore with no moral compass... Just thinking about facing such an enemy is terrifying.

"Voldemort, I didn't lie. What, do you need me to cast a spell that only allows you to tell the truth before I declare what I just said?"

Helbo shrugged and replied, while Voldemort nodded without saying a word, clearly indicating his disbelief.

Faced with such a Voldemort, Halberd raised his right hand with a hint of helplessness:

"Voldemort died at Dumbledore's hands, and Dumbledore developed a second personality due to the Voldemort virus, preparing to become the new Dark Lord."

As he spoke, ancient runes appeared on Helbo's arm. Voldemort, who saw this, did not understand the meaning of the runes, but he could roughly guess what they meant.

Yes, it must have been a means of proving the truth of one's words in ancient Greece.

But... even if you swear to me using this method, I still won't understand it.

Faced with Halpert's sincere tone and recalling the words he had heard before, Voldemort chose to believe them for the time being.

Eh wait...

It might actually be true. Judging from this description, the virus seems more like a method related to the soul.

Chapter 1244: The Encounter of Two Generations of Demon Kings

It's just a name; the virus doesn't seem like a real virus. If I had time, I might be able to make it myself, although it would probably take a very long time.

However... in theory, there is still time available.

Voldemort had now come to realize that there might not be only one him in the world, and the splitting of the Horcruxes meant that each Horcrux was a part of him.

Putting everything else aside, at the very least, I know that Horcruxes exist because they contain my own intelligent soul.

Perhaps it was one of Dumbledore's own Horcruxes that attacked him.

"Was this also part of your plan, Herbo?"

Looking at the black-robed figure not far away, Voldemort tentatively asked.

"Voldemort, I am not a god, I am just a human being. Don't you think I'm far too powerful?"

Helbo replied with a deliberately helpless tone, which Voldemort found quite disdainful.

He's definitely not a god, just a human being... Is Helbo really human now?

It has survived from ancient Greece to the present day, and its appearance is even more wretched than mine.

He sacrificed his nose and other features for power, resulting in his current monstrous appearance, but at least he is still human.

The legendary dark wizard in front of me is quite something; now, even his face is gone.

Looking at Helbo, whose hood revealed only the starry sky, Voldemort muttered to himself, "As expected, human power is limited."

"What, you're not even planning to be a decent human being anymore?"

Faced with Voldemort's sudden remark, Herbert DNA instinctively asked a question.

"That's right, I need to evolve more powerfully, I need to ascend to become an existence that transcends humanity."

This body is still limited to a human form. If I were to transform into something more powerful, say, a magical creature…

Voldemort closed his eyes and began to imagine, and Helbo's words confirmed to him that this was feasible.

If I'm not mistaken, Helbo is probably in a non-human state right now, and may very well be simulating some kind of magical creature or something even more terrifying.

"Are you planning to become Voldemort, the one who splinters limbs?"

Helbo showed an interested expression and asked curiously. Voldemort did not hide anything: "In terms of combat, my body is still too weak right now."

The Philosopher's Stone can modify my body, but I won't be as foolish as Nicolas Flamel in using it.

Immortality? That's not something I should be thinking about right now. Perhaps I can use the magic stone to gain the traits of some magical creature.

Helbo nodded in agreement with this statement: "It's a good idea, but unfortunately the magical creatures of this era are too weak, and there are very few valuable magical creatures."

The dragon, now a laughingstock? Or perhaps the Thunderbird? Or maybe... the Phoenix? Hmm, the Dementors might also be a good choice.

Helbo casually offered a suggestion, and Voldemort, after a moment of silence, tentatively asked, "So, my ally, what magical creature's power have you chosen?"

Upon hearing this, Halberd instantly understood that his appearance likely made Voldemort think he was no longer human.

"The power I transplanted is from Cosmog, the Star Child of the Alola region, which is a genuine legendary Pokémon."

However, if you're trying to transplant this power, you should give up; you won't be able to find any trace of the Cosmog.

Helbo casually made up a story about the origin of his power, and Voldemort didn't find it strange when he heard this.

The time when Haierbo underwent bloodline transplantation was many years ago, and the species of that era were probably very different from those of today.

That Cosmog project, the Star Child, is probably extinct in this day and age.

"If you're trying to modify your bloodline, I have something pretty good here."

Helbo spoke to Voldemort as if he had suddenly remembered something, and Voldemort looked at Helbo not far away with a curious expression.

This valuable item from a long-lived dark wizard must be quite expensive.

He threw the temporary creation at Voldemort and didn't care whether the Dark Lord used Helbo.

For the next period of time, Hogwarts was shrouded in gloom, and the wizards tried to find a way to restore Dumbledore's sanity, but they were at a loss.

Two weeks later, Grindelwald, having escaped the "Wizarding Training Class" and gained enough knowledge of the modern world, arrived at Hogwarts.

Just as he was about to sneak into the school office, he suddenly felt as if someone was watching him.

"who?"

Grindelwald turned his gaze to the other side of the corridor and asked in a calm tone.

However, the person on the other side showed no intention of explaining and immediately attacked with Avada Kedavra.

Voldemort's main soul watched as Grindelwald prepared to test his strength. Voldemort, who was originally conducting his daily research on magic to counter Dumbledore, thought that this former Dark Lord might be a good sparring partner.

"Has he regained his youth through some means? It's unclear how much of his strength has been restored."

Voldemort slowly emerged from the shadowy corner of the corridor.

At this moment, Grindelwald frowned slightly, sensing a dark wizard's aura emanating from Voldemort.

Sure enough, there is an attraction between dark wizards. I never expected to run into a fellow dark wizard when I was infiltrating Hogwarts.

Grindelwald realized something from Voldemort, who was acting suspiciously and had been given a spell that would send him to jail, and who didn't seem like a good person at all. He figured the other person was probably an uninvited guest as well.

Grindelwald and Voldemort stared at each other. With Helbo's help, Grindelwald had recovered to his peak condition and his appearance had returned to that of his former glory.

Opposite him stood the new Dark Lord, wearing a mask.

The two Dark Lords stared at each other, a tense atmosphere spreading through the air. Voldemort intended to use this opportunity to test Grindelwald.

If the opponent is too weak, then just kill them.

However, if the opponent is strong enough, he might be a pawn that can be used. Letting him fight to the death with Dumbledore and then reaping the benefits might be a good option.

Azure flames erupted at that moment, and swarms of green snakes were summoned by the power of the magic stone.

Flames formed a blue dragon, and snakes converged into a giant python. The two ferocious beasts fought fiercely between Grindelwald and Voldemort.

Chapter 1245: Grindelwald: Fudge, what a terrifying man.

Impressive skill indeed. It seems Grindelwald hasn't been slacking off at all these years.

The moment he clashed with his opponent, Voldemort immediately realized that this was a formidable foe.

If we exclude Dumbledore and Helbo, Grindelwald is probably the strongest enemy he has ever encountered.

"Not bad, but do you really intend to defy the Ministry of Magic? I advise you not to be ungrateful. You should be glad you met me today; if Minister Fudge had intervened..."

"Hmph, your kind of flame is a joke in front of Minister Fudge. If Minister Fudge were to flash his spark even slightly, your head would surely roll on the spot."

A more rational Voldemort than in the original story chooses to abandon his principles. Since his other self has died once, he decides to fade from the public eye for a while.