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Chapter 162: Voldemort Return
Voldemort spent several months within that dark dimension, a place where time itself seemed meaningless. Days and nights held no distinction, and the only constant was the overwhelming presence of chaotic, oppressive magic.
From the very beginning, he had no intention of leaving quickly. He planned to stay for as long as possible, long enough to absorb every fragment of knowledge he could from this place.
At first, everything went according to his expectations. The old man who are very arrogant and prideful, willingly taught him ancient spells, forbidden techniques and strange forms of magic that did not exist in the wizarding world. Each lesson opened new possibilities, expanding Voldemort understanding far beyond anything he had learned at Hogwarts or even through his own dark experiments.
For the first time in a long while, Voldemort felt… challenged and craved more knowledge, he felt he had become a student at Hogwarts again.
Each knowledge had never existed in the wizarding world so this makes him really happy.
But that opportunity did not last bcause the old man was far older than Voldemort initially assumed. His body, though sustained by dark magic, was already nearing its limit.
One day, without warning, the old man simply collapsed.
There were no dramatic last words and no final lesson, he just died on the floor. Just like that Voldemort lost the only creature who are willing to teach him.
Voldemort stood there in silence, staring at the lifeless body. His red eyes showed no sorrow, only faint irritation because he need to find new teacher just after learning about 70% of the old man knowledge.
"…Pathetic," he muttered.
The knowledge he had gained was incomplete, they are some who still need to deep study but he didn't knows the complex spell.
Fragments of greater power were left unfinished, theories half-explained, techniques only partially understood. It was like reading a book with its final chapters torn away.
'Unacceptable.' Voldemort did not waste time mourning, he simply destroyed the old man body with fiendfyre without giving him proper funeral.
After that, he began searching for another master existed in this dimension, he had found oe before so that means they are others who may willingly teach him.
Stronger ones, more knowledgeable than that old man.
So he traveled, across broken landscapes, through regions filled with distorted creatures, across areas where reality itself seemed unstable. He encountered many beings, some intelligent, others no more than beasts.
But every attempt ended the same way, it is failure.
There were three reasons for this.
First, to them, Voldemort was nothing more than an insignificant ant.
His presence barely registered in their eyes. Many did not even bother acknowledging him. Others dismissed him with a single glance, as if he were beneath them and this infuriated Voldemort.
He knows we was weak than them and it would be dangerous to fight all of this creature.
Second, compared to the creature of the Dark Dimension, Voldemort was weak.
Unlike those creatures, who could evolve and sustain themselves for centuries, perhaps even millennia, Voldemort's existence was fragile and cannot live long enough like them.
And lastly was third, The reputation of his former master.
Everytime the master that student they would give like some brand to the student, this brand cannot be erased.
That old man wanted to spread his fame by having student so he branded Voldemort. It didn't form a brand like dark mark but instead magic brand which are not visible on skin.
The old man who had taught Voldemort was known as a criminal who are highly intelligence, but not respected. He was considered a failed practitioner, a criminal among those beings. To them, Voldemort was merely the disciple of someone unworthy.
And that alone was enough to reject him.
Time and time again, Voldemort approached others, only to be ignored, ridiculed, or dismissed.
Eventually, he stopped trying.
"…So be it," he whispered coldly.
If he could not learn from others, then he would rely on what he already had.
For a time, Voldemort remained within the Dark Dimension, refining his incomplete knowledge. He experimented, reconstructed what he could, and pushed his understanding further through sheer will.
He salvaged everything, every spell, every technique, every fragment of power and when he finally felt that he had reached his limit… He made his decision, it was time to leave this dimension.
The Dark Dimension was powerful, but it was not a place he could fully dominate, at least not yet.
As he approached the gateway between dimensions, Voldemort paused briefly.
One important thing he had learned was this:
The creatures of the Dark Dimension could not easily pass through the gate.
Unlike Dementors, beings that acted almost like natural "filters" within magical space, these creatures were bound to their domain. The structure of the gateway rejected them.
Which meant…
The wizarding world remained safe from the monster in this Dark Dimension.
Maybe Patronus can be used to fight them, but Voldemort can't use patronus he had tried it before and that spell almost kill him.
So he didn't dare to use it for second time and for now he wanted to return and teach his inner circle at least 30% or maybe 40% from his knowledge.
The darkness around him twisted as he crossed the boundary, leaving the dimension behind.
Although he had only mastered roughly 70% percent of what the old man had tried to teach him…
It was more than enough.
His power had grown and not just slightly stronger but many times greater than before.
As he emerged back into the world he once knew, a faint smile formed on his pale face.
"Dumbledore… Dursley… and Harry Potter"
His voice was soft, but filled with quiet menace.
"This time…"
"I will not lose."
When he opened his eyes, he searched for Bellatrix Lestrange and her husband magical signature and when he found it.
He apparated there shocking them.
"Master," bellatrix smiled.
"Welcome back master," Rodolphus added.
Bellatrix and Rodolphus can feel how strong Voldemort had become.
Before this they only met a few times and then for many months Voldemort didn't visit them anymore, so they waited for him.
Compared before, this time they can feel Voldemort Magic had become stronger and more scary at the same time.
"What is the date today?" asked Voldemort.
"Today is the 19 September 1997," replied Bellatrix.
"Is there any news?" asked Voldemort.
"Yes," Bellatrix happy. "Dumbledore had died."
Voldemort eyes become wide and smiled formed on his face.
"This is such a good news," Voldemort laughed.