Before Pomona stood an enormous stone monument. Its edges were carved with sculptures of many people, while a large blank space in the center bore only a single line in Greek.
"The path of God is winding and hard to find." Handsome Tom Riddle looked at the inscription on the monument. "Yet it reveals itself amid the darkness of an unfortunate life."
Pomona looked around. Everything was shrouded in black, gauzy fabric, like an unoccupied apartment.
"This is the final level of the maze." Tom smiled. "Gellert Grindelwald once tried to pass through this maze too, but in the end, he hesitated."
"Why?"
"He didn't dare. Later, he heard the story of the Peverell brothers, so he went in search of the Deathly Hallows."
Pomona hesitated.
"What was the relationship between the three Peverell brothers and Mongines Hagrid?"
"The Peverells were not actually blood brothers," Voldemort said. "They had originally been three mercenaries. During the Middle Ages, many British mercenaries operated on the European continent. One day, they heard some news at an inn: nearby, there was someone who killed with 'death' as his purpose. He had killed many people. To get rid of him, the three drunken men took the job and swore an oath to live and die together, as brothers, before setting off toward the village the innkeeper had mentioned. On the way, they encountered an old man. The crudest one, the 'eldest brother,' said to him, 'You wretched thing, why are you wrapped up like that from head to toe? At your age, why aren't you dead yet?' Do you remember the story told by that old Muggle named Rosier? Those French noble knights wandering around the camp met an old shepherd, and he led them to the castle on the mountain."
"I remember," Pomona said