Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

Voldemort did not immediately agree to the other party, but stood there, weighing the pros and cons in his heart.

Rajdev I didn't seem eager to get Voldemort's answer. He stood in front of Voldemort with more interest, looking at him carefully up and down.

"How much can what you can give me help me?"

After pondering, Voldemort asked the other party, and then added dissatisfiedly, "I don't like others to look at me like this, Rajdev I, even if this is your territory."

Voldemort's words later made the stone palace become quiet.

The slaves who served around Rajdev I were so frightened that they fell to their knees on the ground.

Rajdev II also glanced at Voldemort in surprise, and then looked at his grandfather with worried eyes.

These two outsiders may not know it, but they know how hot-tempered their grandfather, who was extremely powerful in Egypt, was.

The Dark Lord is the most terrifying dark wizard in the British wizarding world and even in the European wizarding world.

His grandfather was the most powerful wizard king in Egypt, and even on this continent.

He represents the power, status, and wishes of all wizards here.

Unlike the enlightened wizarding world in England, the hierarchy here is strict and there are degrees of hierarchy.

At least as long as Rajdev II could remember, he had never seen anyone talk to his grandfather like this.

No.

To be more precise, since the emergence of the name Rajdev I, which has been passed down from generation to generation, no one has dared to speak like this to the person with this name.

The tense atmosphere infected Bella, and she quickly took out her wand, but Rajdev I just stretched out his hand.

"Whoosh."

The wand in Bella's hand suddenly flew up.

"Snapped."

Goofy's wand was firmly attached to the ceiling made of khaki stones.

Voldemort's eyes narrowed and he decisively took out his wand.

He didn't even wait for the wand to be fully raised before he was already reciting the spell silently in his mind.

Green light appeared when the wand was raised, and the battle was about to begin.

At this critical moment, the old Rajdev shouted loudly: "Dark Lord, I mean no harm."

"Whoosh."

The green light finally shot out, but instead of running toward Rajdev I, it hit the trembling slave kneeling beside him.

Everyone's eyes looked at the slave again. At this time, his body was no longer trembling, and his movements were still kneeling, but his whole body was no longer silent.

Rajdev II frightened and reached out to touch the sweat on his forehead, but he froze only halfway through this action.

Because Voldemort's wand was pointed straight at him.

"I have no ill intentions, Dark Lord. I was controlling the Lion Castle just now to prevent it from harming your servants." Rajdev I quickly explained.

Voldemort's wand was still pointing at his grandson, but his eyes were looking at the old man in front of him.

"What do you mean?" Voldemort asked.

"This is the Lion Castle built by Pharaoh Rajdev for future generations. When someone attacks the owner here, the Lion Castle will punish him."

Rajdev I said quickly, obviously not wanting to worsen the situation further, "I am lowering the scale of punishment, otherwise your servant will be harmed."

Voldemort frowned, but still did not lower his wand.

The other party's one-sided words are not credible.

Putting down your weapon in front of the enemy is the most stupid behavior. Voldemort will not do this.

"Wait a moment, I'll use magic to show you the entire Lion Castle."

After finishing speaking, Rajdev I waved his arms again.

"Rumble..."

The Lion Castle trembled, but the stone palace within sight did not change.

Until the sound gradually stopped, Voldemort felt the magic power begin to surge into the stone palace.

This made him cautiously use his left hand to take out a silver revolver from his robe.

"Be patient, Dark Lord. Although this is a powerful magic mechanism, it is harmless." Rajdev I hurriedly explained.

Voldemort nodded, but had no intention of putting down his wand and pistol.

Rajdev looked a little helpless, but he didn't say anything more. He just waved his hand during this interval and let the wand on the ceiling fall into Bella's hand.

This gained some trust from Voldemort, but he still held his wand and gun motionless.

"call."

There seemed to be a breeze rising from the stone palace, and then the khaki stone bricks on the left and right began to become transparent.

After a while, except for the stone paved ground under the feet that was still visible to the naked eye, the stone bricks on the left, right, front and back, and above became transparent.

Voldemort saw a familiar pyramid to the west, which was the Pyramid of Khufu.

And through the appearance of the stone bricks that were already transparent but still had outlines, he determined the shape outside the stone temple - it was the Sphinx.

Accident?

No, because the name Rajdev means a lot.

But even though he was prepared, Voldemort still couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat.

If everything he saw was not false, then the Rajdev family really has a history of more than 4,000 years.

More than four thousand years, what a long-lasting family that is.

"Can you put away your weapons, Dark Lord?" Rajdev I said, "I sincerely want to cooperate with you."

Voldemort nodded, first put the gun into the wizard's robe, and slowly lowered his right hand holding the wand.

But his hand didn't leave his wand, and he still looked alert.

Bela simply kept holding the wand and pointed the tip of the wand at Rajdev I.

This behavior was very hostile, but Voldemort said nothing, and Rajdev I chose to turn a blind eye.

"What I want to give you is this."

Rajdev I stretched out his hand, and the slave kneeling on the ground beside him immediately stood up carefully and handed a golden bell in his hand to his hand.

"The Sighing Bell, I think you should know its purpose through its name."

Voldemort raised his eyebrows and said, "Can it withstand the sadness of the Wall of Sighs?"

"Yes, Dark Lord, but only once."

Rajdev nodded and continued, "I have been waiting for the third holder of the Mist Rope, because that is the last chance, and you are the one I am waiting for."

He said, glancing at the long mist rope on Voldemort's wrist.

Voldemort nodded and asked doubtfully: "Then do you know the mechanism behind the Wall of Sighs?"

Rajdev I immediately shook his head and said: "I don't know, Dark Lord, you need to explore it yourself, but if you gain something, I hope it can buy me a yarn of faith."

Voldemort glanced at the Sighing Bell and then at Rajdev I.

After thinking for a moment, he accepted the exchange request.

After all, according to the Silent Men's records, they were completely unable to deal with the Wall of Sighs.

And he himself did not come up with an effective response method based on those people's descriptions of the Wall of Sighs.

"I promise you, Rajdev I, but if I gain anything, I can only give you a small piece." Voldemort said while staring at the other person.

And in those old eyes, there was a flash of greedy desire.

"Of course, even if it's just a thread, it's an honor for me."

He said, handing over the Sighing Bell in his hand.

When Voldemort took the bell, he noticed some dark spots on his hand.

Rajdev I, who saw the black spots by Voldemort, cautiously shrank his hands into his sleeves to block all the black spots.

Voldemort's eyes moved up, and he saw him smiling at him and saying, "The deal is done, Dark Lord, I wish you success."

"Thanks."

Voldemort nodded and took the Sighing Bell back into his hand.