On the leather cover, a gold-embossed pyramid towered.
Voldemort ran his hand over it, and it felt like touching a cold stone slab.
"An Ominous Tomb? That's what you call the pyramids?" Voldemort asked.
"That's what the Grim Reaper calls them, Mr. Sylvester," Gamp replied. "And according to the records here, they truly are ominous places."
"Aren't they the tombs of the Egyptian pharaohs?"
As he asked, Voldemort opened the book and saw that it was filled with cross-sectional diagrams of pyramids.
"They're where the pharaohs' bodies are kept, but they aren't necessarily tombs."
Gamp moved closer to Voldemort and flipped to a later page. Pointing to the text, he said, "It says that, once certain special conditions are met, the pharaohs will come back to life."
"Come back to life?" Voldemort exclaimed. "After five thousand years of being dead, they can still be revived?"
His surprise gradually turned to delight. Voldemort looked at Sir Gamp with eager anticipation, hoping for a definite answer.
As everyone knew, what interested Voldemort most was immortality.
Even after he had become a combination of Lin Zuo and Riddle, that interest remained unchanged.
"That's what the Grim Reaper says, but this book doesn't mention the specific conditions."
Sir Gamp seemed unable to bear Voldemort's burning gaze. He hurriedly explained, hoping to douse the flames in Voldemort's heart.
But Voldemort didn't care in the slightest.
As long as a way to achieve immortality existed, he had hope. As for how to do it...
How could the great Dark Lord be deterred by the hardships and dangers along the road to immortality?
Still, he reined in his thoughts and said, "You mentioned the pyramids. I wonder how this could solve my friend's problem."
"The burial wrappings."
Gamp flipped back through the pages and stopped at one