Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"Buzz~~"

When Voldemort came out of the portkey passage, the ringing in his ears made him very uncomfortable.

He wanted to shake his head to make the sound disappear faster.

But the stranger standing in front of him made him stop this action and take out his wand vigilantly.

"I have no ill intentions."

The other party waved his hands and spoke in fluent English with a London accent.

"Who are you?"

Voldemort still held up his wand, but took the time to look at Bella next to him.

She seemed to be in good condition and had her wand in hand.

"You can call me Rajdev II."

As the other person spoke, he raised his hands to show that he meant no harm.

"That doesn't sound like a name."

Voldemort glanced around and made sure that there was no one else on the vast land here, so he put away his wand.

With Bella pointing her wand at him, he felt very at ease.

"This has been the case for generations in the Rajdev family, Mr. Sylvester."

Rajdev II said, "Each generation of chosen ones is called by several generations. The highest one in the current generation is called the first generation, and so on."

"In other words, your father's name is Rajdev I?"

Voldemort asked, but his eyes couldn't help but look at the other person's clothes - his clothes were very ancient, as if they were plucked from Egyptian murals.

Especially the golden accessories on the body have a strong prehistoric style.

"No, sir, my grandfather's name was Rajdev I. My father died in a magic experiment, so I inherited his name." Rajdev II said.

Voldemort rolled his eyes and said nothing.

He was not in the habit of comforting others, let alone saying that this was the first time he had met this person.

And he rolled his eyes entirely because of the cause of death of the other party's father - death from the backlash of studying magic. This was not the first time he had heard of it. Sometimes he really doubted whether these wizards had any brains.

"How did he know we would appear here?" Bella asked, "Master, can I use the Legilimency spell?"

Voldemort did not speak in a hurry. He looked at Rajdev and saw an embarrassed and slightly frightened smile on the other man's face.

"Sir Gamp asked you to come?" Voldemort asked.

"Yes, Mr. Sylvester, he said you are going to enter the Pyramid of Khufu, and the door there is guarded by our family."

Rajdev II glanced at Bella nervously from time to time, and it was obvious that he was a little scared.

"Did Sir Gamp tell you about my other identity?" Voldemort asked again.

Rajdev swallowed and nodded vigorously.

"Do you think I can use Legilimency?" Voldemort asked again.

"Actually, I'm not afraid of the Legilimency spell, because I'm also a silent person."

Rajdev showed a stiff smile and said with some fear under Voldemort's gaze, "But I am afraid that you will use the Cruciatus Curse against me. For some special reasons, I am afraid of pain."

Voldemort suddenly felt that the silly boy in front of him had become a little cute.

How can you talk about your weaknesses? Do you have no social experience at all?

"Why isn't your grandfather here?" Voldemort asked after gesturing to Bella to put away her wand.

"He is conducting magic research, so the work of opening the door for exploring the wizards of Khufu's Pyramid was left to me." Rajdev II said.

"What wave of explorers are we ushering in?" Voldemort asked.

Rajdev II forced out a smile and said: "First wave, sir."

Voldemort looked at Bella, who shrugged at him.

In the eyes of the two of them, the little guy in front of them was indeed nothing to be afraid of.

"Okay, Rajdev II, take us to the pyramid." Voldemort looked at the silly boy again and said with a smile.

Naturally, he was not happy because of the silly young man in front of him.

To his delight, the tinnitus had disappeared.

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Sylvester, my ancestor asked me to ask you if you are interested in going to his place."

Rajdev II did not lead the way immediately, but asked a question.

This made Voldemort hesitate. He thought for a moment and asked, "Rajidev, if I remember correctly, this should be the name of a pharaoh."

"Yes, sir, that is my ancestor." Rajdev II said proudly.

Voldemort turned and looked at Bella, and both of them saw surprise in each other's eyes.

"Your family has lasted for more than four thousand years?" Bella asked in surprise.

"Yes, ma'am." Rajdev nodded proudly again.

"If that's the case, then let's go visit Rajdev I. After all, this is an invitation from the patriarch of a wizard family with a history of more than 4,000 years."

Voldemort smiled and agreed, while suppressing the surprise deep in his heart.

"Please hold me, you two, and I will apparate you there."

Rajdev said, taking the initiative to open his arms to facilitate the pulling of Voldemort and Bella.

The two looked at each other, and in a tacit understanding, one held the other's forearm, which almost instantly controlled Rajdev II's mobility.

In response to this, Rajdev II just put on a bitter face helplessly, and then recited a mantra and led the two away.

Voldemort noticed that the spell used by Rajdev was very old, and the drawn-out syllables sounded extremely uncomfortable.

But in effect, it is exactly the same as Apparition.

"Whoosh."

When the three of them appeared again, they were already in a spacious stone hall.

Thick pillars dotted with gold supported the main hall, and several diamond-shaped skylights opened on the ceiling let in the hot sunlight.

Voldemort used this light to look at the figure busy in front of the crucible above the hall, as well as the few poorly dressed people serving him - Muggles?

"Don't be surprised, Mr. Sylvester, those are slaves who have served us for generations. You don't have to treat them like ordinary Muggles."

Rajdev seemed to be afraid that Voldemort would cast the Imperius Curse on those Muggles, so he quickly explained.

And his words also attracted the attention of the busy figure next to the crucible.

The man turned back and looked at Voldemort with a rather complicated look from above.

"kindness?"

Voldemort frowned, somewhat puzzled by the complexity in this man's eyes.

In his memory, he had never met this Rajdev I.

"Dear guest, welcome to our visit."

Rajdev I spoke, his voice was too old to look good, but the excitement in his words could still be heard.

"Rajidev I, nice to meet you."

After suppressing the doubts in his heart, Voldemort replied.

At the same time, his eyes glanced at the ornaments protruding from the back of the man's neck, almost covering the entire head, like the belly of a snake.

The clothes and jewelry of this family are the same as those of the ancient Egyptians in the murals.

"I invited you here because I heard you wanted to explore the Pyramid of Khufu."

Rajdev I said as he stepped down from the high platform, "I just have something here that may help you go deeper there."

Voldemort raised his eyebrows, and suddenly thought of a proverb in his mind:

There is no free lunch in the world.

"Really?" Voldemort said with a smile, "I wonder what I have to pay for this?"

"If you find the Veil of Faith, I hope you will give me a small piece."

Rajdev's wrinkled face squeezed out a chrysanthemum-like smile, "That's exactly what I need."