Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

Walking on the muddy ground, you can see mountains surrounding it to the left and right.

This is not a pleasant place to live, at least it seems too remote.

The mountains are also too close to the valley bottom, making it humid and cold.

"The place is big enough, Bochis. If we deploy manpower to build a building here, how long will it take?"

Voldemort turned his head and looked at Porchis hanging at the back of the team and asked.

"Pah, pah, pah."

Stepping on the muddy ground, Porchis bypassed the wizards and quickly ran to Voldemort.

"If we ignore the cost and look for outstanding developers from China, we can complete the main body in one year, but the details..."

Porchis unfolded the drawing in his hand, pointed at the rather delicate-looking sculpture on it and said, "If you include all these, it's hard to estimate the time, Lord Dark Lord."

"Not counting these things for now, Boqisi, but China Developers is a good choice. It seems you are paying attention to this area again."

Voldemort said as he patted the other person's shoulder to encourage him.

Then he turned his head and looked at Quirinas Quirrell who was following him.

Now that his body has almost recovered, this is not because Voldemort used any magic, but because Quirrell himself solved this stubborn problem by in-depth study of the corrugated golden body.

"What do you think?" Voldemort said to him, "If we give up here, we can only wait. After all, it is still relatively rare to obtain such a large piece of land."

"I think it's very good, Master. The library doesn't need to be a noisy place."

As Quirrell spoke, he pointed to a few mountains not far away and said, "These areas can also be developed and built into some oriental pavilions or reading rooms with floor-to-ceiling windows. The scenery must be good."

"You have to discuss this with Pochs, but I think since we are doing it, we should do it in a few different styles."

After Voldemort finished speaking with a smile, his expression became serious again, "But don't have too many places to have fun. It is a library after all, so it's better to be cleaner."

"I understand."

Quirrell smiled and nodded, then called Pochs aside to discuss the specific details.

"Lord Dark Lord, you are going to choose this place, right?" Mr. Bock asked with a guilty smile.

"Of course, I won't want your castle. This place is very good. I'm going to build a library, the Gaunt Library."

Voldemort said, turning to look at Abu who was following him, "The Malfoy family will donate a lot of books, right?"

Abu rolled his eyes and complained and asked: "Qi Luo copied all the original copies. Dark Lord, you can't ask me to give away the family originals, right?"

"Library, there must be something valuable. You know the copy is different from the original." Voldemort responded with a smile. It seemed that he wanted to rely on a few copies.

"Three copies, no more." Abu said unhappily.

"No problem, then each Death Eater family will contribute three copies." Voldemort looked at the other Death Eaters who were following him and said.

Everyone smiled bitterly, but Narcissa, who came out to relax with her big belly, raised her hand.

"Please speak, Narcissa." Voldemort said to her with a smile.

"On behalf of Bella, I donate all the books of the Langstrange family." She said proudly.

"Thank you, Narcissa, and Bella. You have made outstanding contributions to the largest library in the wizarding world. I will have this contribution recorded in the library." Voldemort said loudly.

He did look a little excited, but the Death Eaters representing their respective families didn't look too good.

"I don't feel sorry for you, the Dark Lord, that's what he said, right?" Abu asked Voldemort.

"Yes, Senior Abu, be careful that Draco contributes more unique copies here." Voldemort said with a wink at him.

Abu immediately turned around warily and glared at Lucius, telling him to keep an eye on his child.

With Draco's temperament, it is really possible for Draco to make the same choice as Bella in order to gain more appreciation from the Dark Lord.

"By the way, Narcissa, what has Bella been busy with during this time?" Voldemort looked at Narcissa again and asked.

"I don't know, Lord Dark Lord, she didn't tell me either," Narcissa replied helplessly.

Voldemort shrugged and looked at Quirrell again.

"We're sure this is here, right?" Voldemort asked him.

"Yes, master, make sure this is the place." Quirrell replied loudly.

Voldemort nodded and slowly floated into the air.

His action caused everyone to look at him in confusion.

Voldemort did not give an explanation. After measuring the land in the air, he determined the center point and flew over quickly.

After landing on the ground, Voldemort took out the Elder Wand and began to use the Burrowing Curse at his feet.

I have to praise the power of the Elder Wand. Voldemort only spent a small amount of magic power, and a bottomless pit appeared under his feet.

"Dark Lord, what are you going to do?" Abu asked loudly from a distance.

"Lay the foundations of the castle, Senior Abu, just like Hogwarts."

Voldemort said with a smile and took out his magic book from his pocket.

As soon as the magic book appeared, it began to flip through with a "clatter", and a surge of magical energy overflowed.

When the book was closed again and was held in Voldemort's hand, a tidal sound came from the book.

This voice comes from the vast sea of ​​magic in the book.

These magical powers started from a surge of magical power injected into them by Voldemort.

He used the surging magic power as a primer and set up a magic circle that gathered magic power.

Without the magic book, these magic powers would naturally have nowhere to be placed, but it happened to have this magic book that was once a horcrux, so that all those horcruxes were gathered here.

And now, what Voldemort has to do is to use this as a basis to make the castle that will be erected here possess the same magical power as Hogwarts.

Of course, Voldemort had more than that on his mind.

After he slowly placed the magic book into the deep pit, he took out another item from his arms - a sparkling crown.

"Is it Lady Ravenclaw's crown?" Abu asked in surprise from a distance.

"Yes, Senior Abu."

After Voldemort finished speaking to Abu, he looked at Quirrell and said, "Remember to ask Bochis to design a sky-reaching pillar here and the corresponding corridors so that it can move freely in this castle."

"As you command, Master." Quirrell didn't ask anything, but agreed directly.

Abu, on the other hand, was a little curious and wanted to ask, but in the end he couldn't.

"Riddle, since you gave up on resurrection, then choose to be a spirit in this castle. That is also a good choice."

Voldemort said, picking up the crown and throwing it towards the pit below.

The soul in this crown will serve as the spiritual master of the future castle and control everything in the castle.

"You should give me a chance to resurrect me."

As the crown flew downward, words like this appeared on its smooth side.

It was a pity that Voldemort, who threw it away, never looked at it again, leaving Riddle's voice unheard.