Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"The door key to the United States is not easy to obtain. Your Majesty the Dark Lord, how did you do it?"

At the foot of Mount Oricino, Count Dracula looked at the umbrella in Voldemort's hand in surprise and said.

"A mysterious friend, Count Dracula. If you meet one day, I will introduce him to you."

Voldemort said, turning to look at Luna and Neville.

"We are ready, Your Majesty." Luna said with a bright smile.

Voldemort nodded, then reached out and held the umbrella handle.

Not long after, there was a pulling feeling, and the four people disappeared instantly.

"Whoosh."

When they came out of the portkey's passage, all kinds of discomfort surged over them.

"Intercontinental transmission is really uncomfortable." Count Dracula said while holding back his nausea.

"Cough cough cough."

Voldemort also coughed continuously, but his eyes were looking at the little Crouch who greeted him not far away.

"Your Majesty, I didn't expect you to come here in person." Crouch Jr. stepped forward and said.

"That stuff was so important that I had to do it myself."

Voldemort, who had recovered, said, pointing to the rows of tents in front of him, "Go to a more private place to talk."

Little Crouch nodded and immediately led them into a tent.

"Where is this?" Voldemort asked after sitting down on the main seat.

"The Santee Dakota tribe within the Sioux Indian tribe can be referred to as the Knife Tribe. Their name means knife." Crouch Jr. said.

Voldemort nodded, he already knew this from the information passed back by little Crouch.

"Are they willing to work hard to revive the Indian Ministry of Magic?" Voldemort asked again.

"They are the toughest group, at least within the Sioux."

After Crouch Jr. finished speaking, he sighed feebly. It could be seen that his situation here was a bit difficult.

"They don't trust me very much because in their perception, we are no different from Americans."

"We are very different." Luna wondered. "At least we don't seem so rude, right?"

This sounded more like a joke, and Crouch Jr. laughed twice, but Voldemort did not.

"Fundamentally speaking, Luna, the people here are all from our place, and you have seen the history, so..."

Voldemort looked at Crouch Jr., "You can explain the problem to them more thoroughly, Crouch Jr., although we have different goals, our goals seem to be the same."

"This requires you to communicate with them, Your Majesty. I am afraid that I will say too much and reveal information that should not be there. I am also afraid that I will say too little and will not be able to gain their trust." Crouch Jr. said.

Voldemort thought for a moment, nodded and said, "If that's the case, who do I need to tell?"

"There are still ten days before the Sioux Sun Dance. That is the day when they gather for meetings. I think that is the best time." Crouch Jr. said.

"Okay, then wait here for ten days. During this period, I can also assist you in receiving the resources given to you by Count Dracula and Count Monte Cristo." Voldemort nodded and said.

Although little Crouch had gained a certain understanding of the Muggle world at Voldemort's request.

But as an indigenous wizard, there were some gaps in his understanding of the Muggle world, so Voldemort said this.

When he heard that Voldemort was willing to help him, little Crouch knelt down excitedly to show his loyalty.

You know, no one among the Death Eaters had ever been treated like this before.

Voldemort smiled and comforted his loyal minister, and then asked Count Dracula to start sharing the resources that he and Count of Monte Cristo had handed over.

This topic continued until dawn, and Count Dracula had to return to his coffin to rest.

"I can only lend you this, little Barty."

When Count Dracula left, Voldemort took out the gift he had prepared, which was a book that would turn over automatically as soon as it was taken out.

"That magic book of yours?" Little Crouch asked in surprise.

Voldemort nodded, this was indeed his magic book that was placed in the Gaunt Library.

Originally, he didn't want to take it out, but Barty Jr.'s mission was too dangerous, so he had to provide some protection for him.

"The special thing about this magic book is that it has a part of my consciousness, very little, so little that it cannot communicate."

Voldemort said, slowly throwing the magic book into the air.

"This book contains all the magic I have learned, from how to wave a wand, to how to build a magic channel, and even the wave diagram, each one is complete."

Following Voldemort's words, the magic book began to flip through the pages, and shadows of curses were reflected from the book, floating around him.

"Using magic through this magic book - of course, if you know the magic yourself - you can almost reach the level I can use those magics."

After Voldemort finished speaking, without waiting for Little Crouch to express his praise, he said again, "But the magic circuits in the book will disappear with the number of uses. Without a second development on my part, a spell can only be used three times." ."

All the magic that Voldemort could do three times was incredible to Crouch.

At the same time, he couldn't imagine what kind of person could defeat him who got this book.

"I will use it with caution, Your Majesty." Crouch Jr. said in a deep voice while restraining his excitement.

Voldemort nodded and waved his hand.

In an instant, green waves emerged from the magic book, crushing all other spells into nothingness.

"Here, I have stored one of my strongest spells..."

Before Voldemort finished speaking, Crouch Jr.'s eyes widened.

He even screamed without regard for etiquette: "Korean Potu?"

"Yes, that's the curse."

Voldemort smiled and nodded, then waved again.

The emerging green spell began to change, forming a large green net.

"Fully unfolded, little Barty, it's still not as powerful as the Life-Korrow Wave I personally tried, at least not in terms of area."

Voldemort's voice was very soft, but Crouch Jr. listened very carefully.

Neville on the side frowned and looked at the green light. He was somewhat resistant to the curse.

Luna looked curious, as if she wanted to take down the magic book and study it.

"How big, Your Majesty?" Crouch Jr. asked.

"There is still a football field, little Barty, you need to know the size of the football field."

Voldemort smiled and waved his hands, and the green light converged into the book again.

"Remember, this is a way to save your life, don't use it lightly."

Little Crouch nodded vigorously, he understood what Voldemort meant.

Don't use it lightly, not only because this curse is used to save lives, but also because Voldemort doesn't want this curse to be used regularly.

After seeing that Little Crouch understood what he meant, Voldemort said no more, gently moved his right hand, and the magic book fell in front of Little Crouch.

The latter carefully held it in his hands, as if he was holding the whole world.