Sir Gamp had said he would find a method, not come up with one.
In other words, the method was already here. All he had to do was find it.
After scanning the bookshelves, Voldemort suddenly pointed at the diary lying open on the desk.
"The writing in there is unusual, Sir Gamp. Can you tell me what language it is?" Voldemort asked.
"This?" Gamp glanced at the diary. "It's writing bestowed by Death, Mr. Sylvester. Quite extraordinary."
"Does Death really exist?" Voldemort asked skeptically.
This wasn't the first time he had expressed doubt, and Gamp had clearly grown tired of explaining.
He merely shrugged, making no further comment.
"Can I learn it?" Voldemort asked.
"Of course. It's actually a script similar to Runes."
As Sir Gamp spoke, he bent down behind the desk, took out a thick book, and handed it to Voldemort.
"We generally believe divine script predates Runes, but there's no way to prove it. Of course, you can consider that the fanciful thinking of us pagans."
Voldemort forced a smile, took the book, and glanced at it.
It was a trilingual dictionary that explained the meanings of divine script using English and Runes.
Divine script seemed far more complex than either of those languages, since neither could fully explain it on its own.
"Even if Death was merely an ancient wizard, he must have been powerful."
Thinking this, Voldemort tucked the dictionary into his pocket.
"So, Sir Gamp, do you have any way to help my friend?"
As he asked, he looked toward the bookshelf, his eyes full of curiosity.
Sir Gamp wasn't surprised. He glanced at the shelves too, but didn't get up to take down any of the books.
"I need to know which part of his body your friend wants to store the