Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

The Great Sioux Alliance is also known as the Seven-Colored Flame Council.

This is currently the largest wizarding union in the Indian wizarding world, and in essence, they are affiliated with the United States Department of Magic.

But obviously, they are not content with this.

As aborigines, their magic was once very backward, but this does not mean that they are not powerful.

Ancient witchcraft has its own power and weirdness.

Unfortunately, as the Indian wizarding community was annexed by the American wizarding community, their witchcraft was also lost.

After all, compared to the weird, mysterious, powerful, but difficult to learn tribal witchcraft.

Witchcraft is easier to learn by using a wand and using simple spells.

But even so, there are still some wizards among the Sioux tribe who inherit the most primitive tribal magic.

Most of them are witches from various small tribes in this alliance. They have an extraordinary status in the tribe and have the right to worship the lord and gods.

The four witches of the Seven Color Flame Council were selected from these witches who inherited the tribal witchcraft.

"Although it is ancient, it is sacred enough. It is a devout belief."

Seeing countless scattered small tribes, each gathering in groups and dancing the tribal dance of their own tribe, Voldemort couldn't help but sigh.

"Our faith comes from our ancestors and from the gods who protect our ancestors."

The sword wizard of the sword tribe caressed his chest, looked at Voldemort and asked, "Does England still have its own pious beliefs now?"

These words are somewhat provocative. English wizards have no faith at all.

"You only need to read briefly the following history of England, Blade Witch, and you will understand that we are not the original inhabitants of that land in England."

Voldemort's words stunned the sword wizard, and also made the other three wizards look at Voldemort with dissatisfaction.

After all, the current owners of North America no longer belong to his native peoples.

"Wandering people have no faith, let alone hateful invaders. Therefore, Dao Wu, we have lost far more than such a great thing as faith."

This sentence made the four leaders stunned. They were a little confused about Voldemort's attitude.

"Speaking of the devout faith, Sword Witch, I am very curious, what are the gods that protect the ancestors you are talking about?" Voldemort asked Sword Witch and at the same time, he also glanced at the other three witches.

Obviously, what he meant was that anyone with a better answer could tell it.

"That's not magical, Dark Lord. The earth that carries us, the sky that we look up to, the flowers, plants and trees that give us food, they are all our gods."

Dao Wu said proudly, and the others also nodded.

"Can you be more specific?" Voldemort asked.

"To be more specific..." Dao Wu's voice suddenly became heavy, "Have you ever heard of the Great Sioux War?"

Voldemort thought for a moment, but he had some memories but couldn't recall them at the moment.

"The holy land of the grassland tribe, His Majesty the Dark Lord, that is the history of the grassland witch lineage." Count Dracula reminded in a low voice, and directed Voldemort's eyes to the grassland witch beside the sword wizard.

"I remembered, it was during the time of Chief Sitting Bull, right?" Voldemort suddenly realized.

"Yes, that was our most glorious victory. The warriors of the tribe wiped out more than 250 people from the seventh phase of the Corps, and the grassland witches in that area also killed hundreds of wizards."

The sword wizard said with bright eyes, "That was a victory for the tribal wizards. We decided the direction of the war."

He looked at the prairie witch, his eyes filled with passion.

It's a pity that the contemporary grassland wizard did not show any bravery. He just smiled proudly without any more emotions.

This made the Blade Witch a little disappointed, but Voldemort saw a hint of perseverance in the Prairie Witch's eyes.

Perhaps, this guy's heart is not as calm as he shows.

Voldemort kept this detail in mind, but did not point it out here.

"In other words, Prairie Witch, Black Mountain is the god in your hearts?"

Voldemort asked the prairie witch who had "thunder in his chest but his face remained calm".

"Yes."

The prairie shaman nodded slowly, and specially touched the rooster tail that was the tallest on his forehead, "The prairie tribes came out of the Black Mountains, and the people of the prairie tribes will be grateful to the Black Mountains for the rest of their lives."

His words were firm and his demeanor was pious.

It was obvious that there was no trace of falsehood in his words.

“Hopefully we can also find the Black Mountain in our hearts.”

Voldemort imitated the other party's behavior, stroking his chest and bowing.

There are so many emotions in the world, but faith is the most unfailing and the most unfaithful thing.

"I hope you get your wish."

The four wizards stood up and returned the salute to Voldemort.

This was not because they were afraid of Voldemort. The reputation of the powerful man from afar was not enough to shake their hearts.

This is not difficult to see from their previous performance.

But with this meeting between the two parties, the gap between them seemed to have disappeared a lot.

"We have heard about your power, Dark Lord, and what happened to the Twelve Trees family was your fault, right?"

Among the four witches, the wildest-looking Mustang witch sat down and asked in a high voice.

"Yes, I did that cruel thing for some reason."

When they met for the first time, Voldemort didn't want to appear too cruel, so he was very humble in his words.

"Hahaha, Dark Lord, you don't have to be modest about this."

Dao Wu, who was more familiar with them, laughed and said, "The Mustang tribe and the Twelve Trees family have a feud. The land of the Twelve Trees family was bitten off from them."

Voldemort looked at the Mustang Witch in surprise and said, "I didn't expect there was this level. If I had known earlier, I should have killed Michael Twelve Trees as well."

Michael Twelvetrees was the one who angered Voldemort at that banquet.

The disaster of the Twelve Trees family was directly related to him.

Now, this person is trying to revitalize the Twelve Trees family, but it seems a bit difficult at the moment.

After all, most of the wizards in the family had died in the catastrophe orchestrated by Voldemort.

"Hahaha~~"

The four witches laughed wildly, obviously they understood Voldemort's unfunny joke.

"Come to our witch council, Dark Lord. You will be our honored guest and sit with us."

After laughing, Dao Wu issued an invitation.

Naturally, Voldemort would not refuse.

Isn't he here just to help Crouch Jr. open up the situation?

But now it seems that he is doing very well and there is no reason not to continue.

As a result, Voldemort participated in the Sioux Grand Alliance meeting known as the Sun Dance.

In this meeting, no macro-level issues were discussed. A few witchdoctors were there to resolve minor frictions between the tribes in the Grand Alliance.

In addition, frictions between some small tribes and the US government were also dealt with.

This made Voldemort very interesting, because these wizards were actually directly involved in Muggle affairs.

And this is difficult to see outside the Sioux Alliance.