"Jack, I don't understand what you said. [Very good]-79-" Neville felt that his brain was a little too small, "What does it mean that part of him may be Voldemort but not all Voldemort?"

"It may take some time to explain this." Silver poured himself a glass of pumpkin juice. "Even if you say it, you may not understand. I will explain it to you in a more vivid way."

He drank half of the cup of pumpkin juice and placed it on a coffee table, "This is half a cup of pumpkin juice."

"Clear water is like a spring." A stream of water spurted out from the tip of Silver's rod, filling the goblet, and the color of the pumpkin juice became lighter.

"This is a glass of pumpkin juice mixed with water, but still a glass of pumpkin juice," said Silver. "Now the young Voldemort who controls the Ministry of Magic is this glass of pumpkin juice mixed with water."

"How did you know? Jack." Michael Kona said half-believingly.

"It is calculated from various aspects." Silver said, "Although in Voldemort's era, there were only a few people who knew his life, I could still find several old wizards with good memory ○★, m., to spy on the 'nature' of the young Voldemort from their memories, and to speculate on his thinking and action methods through arithmetic divination and other means. This should be very effective, but it was found that the result of the calculation was very different from the actual one, and it was no longer an error could explain it. This shows that the resurrected young Voldemort had a problem. Then I got verification from Harry Potter--maybe you don't know that the failed killing curse more than ten years ago gave Harry Potter and Voldemort a special sense, and Harry Potter told me that he could still sense the thinking of the young devil, but this feeling was much weaker than before."

"It's like pumpkin juice that has been mixed with water?" Qiu Zhang said, "So what part is Voldemort? Pumpkin juice or water?"

"What a smart girl, you asked the point," said Silver. "I can't say it well. Maybe it's water, maybe it's pumpkin juice, we know almost nothing about the knowledge on the soul level."

Silver looked around and said, "Vodemort's 'sex' character is flawed because of his personal growth environment. He can handle many things better, but he will use the worst solution. But now this person is different. His methods are much more sleeker than the real Voldemort. He won over the Death Eater by himself and re-established an organization called the Body-Eating Snake. He slaughtered the last giant tribe in the world. I guess he should want to obtain the power of the giant's bloodline. Now the Ministry of Magic has a technology that can mass-create giants, which is believed to be from this. He also contacted all the ambitious wizards in the world and proposed that wizards should not hide, but should publicly rule Muggles."

"This is a very sophisticated politician technique, much better than Voldemort, who only practices terrorism. He appeared with Voldemort's appearance when he was young, which means someone tampered with the Horcrux made by Voldemort when he was young—" Silver said, "For example, if you strip the soul essence of the Horcrux and fill it with your own, it is still Voldemort on the surface, but the essence is different, reads are already different."

"It sounds like the same technique as the wizard portrait." Ernie McMillan said.

"Yes, but it's much more 'fine' than the wizard's portrait." Silver said. "The culprit behind the scenes is a very powerful and highly accomplished wizard."

"So who do you think that person is?" Qiu Zhang asked.

"This is hard to say," said Silver. "I have a few doubts in my heart, but I can't tell you for the time being, but you can call him the snake demon."

"Snake Demon..." Everyone started talking in conjunction with each other.

"Okay, that's all for now. Who can accompany me out for a walk? I haven't been wandering in Hogwarts for a while." Silver stood up.

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Silver is an expert in night tours at Hogwarts Castle. He knows everything about Hogwarts. Silver and Qiu Zhang walked through the square moonlight on the floor, passed a set of armor, the sound of gentle footsteps made the helmets rattle and turn one by one - God knows what will be hidden behind them. From time to time, they have to be careful of night tour ghosts floating by, because you can't expect a ghost to keep a secret for you.

"Go here, Qiu." Silver whispered, pulling her sleeve to drag her towards a spiral staircase.

"Where are we going?" Qiu Zhang was a little confused. She thought Silver was looking for a place to say something else to her.

"Go back to our common room, I'm still hiding something there," Silver said. "You need to help me get it out."

They turned the dizzying little circle and walked upwards to the extremely familiar eagle-shaped bronze 'door' ring.

Silver knocked on the ‘door’, and the hawk’s beak opened immediately, and a gentle musical voice said, “Welcome, son of the hawk.”

The ‘door’ is opened.

Qiu. was stunned. Isn’t it a problem?;

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Chapter completed!