As little Frank grew up, the scenes in the kaleidoscope kept changing.
For instance, when Mrs. Longbottom chose how to raise little Frank, Voldemort saw a scene in which she indulged him.
But when the central mirror chose strict discipline, the indulgent scenes among the countless surrounding images grew fewer and fewer, until they stopped appearing altogether.
"Different choices, different fates. How interesting."
Voldemort murmured with a smile. He had more or less figured out what the mirrors meant.
Each mirror showed a different life.
In a sense, this was Frank's fate.
But did the fates that weren't chosen really disappear completely?
Perhaps they did.
Or perhaps those lives played out in different parallel worlds.
It was a conjecture based on Lin Zuo's understanding, and Voldemort found it amusing.
"But if everyone can give rise to so many choices, how many parallel worlds would there be?"
Voldemort thought idly, not daring to speed up the sorting of Frank's memories too much in case the results proved unreliable.
"No, perhaps some people can't escape the river of fate, no matter how much their destinies change. Such people shouldn't have much influence on it."
"If parallel universes exist, perhaps they can't serve as the singularities from which those universes branch."
Having idly arrived at this conclusion, Voldemort shook his head with a smile and stopped pondering the question.
He turned his gaze back to Frank, and soon realized that the memories had reached the Hogwarts he knew so well.
Thanks to Mrs. Longbottom's strict upbringing, little Frank did well at Hogwarts.
He excelled in his studies and was an upright person, which helped him make many friends.
One of those friends was especially important: Alice, who would become little Frank's wife.
They spent their time at Hogwarts together, both graduating with excellent