As the wand moved slowly, a yard-wide horizontal line was drawn out of thin air.
Flames burned above the line; waves rippled below it.
What separated the two was Voldemort's magic.
Looking at the yard-long, yard-wide line hanging in the air, Voldemort nodded in satisfaction.
To control magic with such precision, perhaps only Dumbledore could manage it besides himself.
Wait.
He had to add Grindelwald—and perhaps Snape.
Voldemort shook his head, chasing the smugness from his mind, then flicked his wand.
"Whoosh."
The yard-long line turned and curved downward, eventually forming an oval: the Mobius strip he had just thought of.
Where the two ends had once been, now joined together, water and fire hung upside down, connected.
"Sizzle~~"
Water and fire were incompatible. The flames scorched the waves, instantly making a sizzling sound.
Voldemort furrowed his brow and fell into thought.
In his vision, the water and fire represented two memory-personalities, connected in the form of a Mobius strip.
That way, though they originally occupied two separate planes, they would meet again in this unusual setting.
Thus, he could achieve the situation he wanted: "opposed everywhere, united at all times."
But it seemed that it wouldn't work.
If water and fire were incompatible, then how much more so Lin Zuo's memory-personality and Voldemort's memory-personality?
If the two met like this, they would inevitably struggle against each other forever.
Voldemort lay back down, gazing at the Mobius strip that continued to sizzle as he pondered.
After a while, the Yew Wand trembled, and the Mobius strip began to change.
The plane of magic expanded, while the water and fire began to shrink.
One became a tiny flame, the other a small droplet.
The water and fire began to travel at a steady pace around the magical Mobius strip, seemingly unable