Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

Memory world.

Voldemort, floating in nothingness, slowly raised his left hand.

"Rumble..."

Amidst the loud noise, a mountain range was pulled up from nothingness by him.

Then he waved his hand, and a vast plain appeared around the mountains, followed by flowers, grass and trees.

A virtual world was created by him in this way.

Immediately afterwards, he shaped countless Indians and allowed them to thrive on the grasslands on the edge of the mountains.

Time speeds up and thousands of years pass in the blink of an eye.

At the end of the grassland, British and French troops wearing old-fashioned military uniforms began to appear.

Before they came into contact with the Indian tribes under the mountains, Voldemort slowly closed his memory.

Then, plunge into this illusory world created by him.

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At the foot of the Black Mountain, a Sioux tribe lives peacefully.

On this day, a baby boy was born, and the patriarch named him Feng Zhongfen.

Feng Zhongfen always neither cries nor makes a fuss, which makes many tribesmen come to see him and call him a "miraculous child".

The baby boy slowly grew into a boy, still neither crying nor fussing, and remained silent.

But he loved to play with bows and arrows and javelins, which made the warriors of the tribe very fond of the wind.

They began to take the initiative to teach the skills of using bows, javelins and hatchets to Fengzhong.

Slowly, Feng Zhongfen became more and more proficient in the use of these weapons, and his age was also slowly increasing.

In the process, he became involved in hunting.

First he shot pheasants, then foxes, and eventually he even shot stags.

"It's time to let him join the buffalo hunt. He's not like the other kids."

The warrior leader suggested this to the clan leader, and then Fengzhong, who was not yet old enough to participate in hunting bison herds, began to participate in the large-scale hunting activities of the warriors.

Facing a herd of wildly charging bison for the first time, there was no fear on the face blown by the wind.

He completed the driving task well, and in the process, shot down a bison with a javelin.

"Those who spread in the wind will become the most powerful warrior of the tribe. He has such a temperament."

This hunt earned him praise from all the warriors in the clan.

At the same time, the tribesmen are looking forward to his growth more and more.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, Feng Zhongfen has grown up, and he has become a powerful warrior as everyone expected.

And, he got this position after the previous warrior leader abdicated.

"He will be the best warrior of our tribe and will lead the tribe to defeat our feuding Pawnee tribe."

The old warrior leader, who could no longer mount his war horse, praised him like this before abdicating his throne.

Although he was praised by his tribe members, he still performed his duties silently.

After he led the tribe to hunt the buffalo herd for the third time, the tribe leader married his youngest daughter to him and announced for the first time that he would hand over the position of tribe leader to him in the future.

When the clan members heard the news, they were all happy and blessed him, and thought that he would definitely become a good clan leader.

The emanation in the wind is still as silent as before, and it has not changed or become arrogant because of the promise from the clan leader.

On the contrary, he became more stable because he got married and had children.

Just like this, another ten years passed, and the prestige exuded in the wind became higher and higher. The clan leader even wanted to pass the position to him in advance several times.

"Let me concentrate on hunting first, old patriarch, we need more bison meat."

He always rejected the old patriarch for this reason, and still showed the most courageous performance in hunting.

A few years later, the Sioux tribe began war with the feuding Pawnee tribe.

Under the dominance of the wind, the balance of victory began to tilt towards the Sioux tribe.

However, during this process, some outsiders began to appear who used firearms.

They are not many in number, but they are brutal. They are trying to make a truce with the Pawnee tribe, and first find out where these enemies come from.

As a result, the Pawnee thought he was afraid, so they stepped up their offensive.

As a last resort, Feng Zhongfen could only give up considering the identity of these outsiders and instead concentrate on dealing with the Pawnee people.

But after a successful sneak attack on the Pawnee territory, he returned to the tribe and was stunned on horseback.

The originally peaceful residence is now like purgatory.

A small group of outsiders, armed with guns that could make loud noises, were frantically chasing down the old and weak of the tribe in the camp.

After a brief period of shock, Feng Zhongfen led the charge and quickly eliminated this small group of enemies.

"Go into the mountains and spread it in the wind. Protect your tribe and our totem."

After saying these words, the old patriarch died with his back on the totem pole.

Then the tribesmen told him that his wife and daughter had been brutally killed.

This caused Feng Zhong, who had always been steady, to fall to the ground and howl in pain.

He roared, mounted his horse, and ran toward the outsiders' camp regardless of the obstruction.

But in the end, he didn't go there.

The words of the old clan leader still echoed in his ears, allowing him to calm down, put aside his sadness and hatred, and began to move with his clan members.

"Bury the clan members tonight and we will leave early tomorrow morning."

Regardless of the opposition of his tribe, he issued such an order.

It's a pity that he was still a little late in choosing the time to leave the station.

Early the next morning, he was awakened by the sound of a gunshot. When he ran out of the tent, the tribe was already in chaos.

In the distance of sight, enemies riding horses and holding spears rushed into the camp, charging all the way, firing guns or throwing torches on the tents beside them from time to time.

The tribe has fallen into complete chaos, and even experienced warriors don't know how to deal with this situation.

Dispersed by the wind, he turned over and returned to the tent, secretly chessing bows, arrows, javelins and hatchets, and quickly walked out of the tent again and mounted his war horse.

"I am spreading in the wind, warriors, follow me..."

He shouted in his mouth as he charged towards the enemy.

"Whoosh."

The javelin was thrown out by him and killed an enemy accurately.

The enemy on the other side raised a gun and shot at him, but the long gun was not so easy to use on a moving horse.

"Huhu~~"

The hatchet whizzed towards the enemy, knocking him off his horse.

"I am spreading in the wind, warriors, follow me..."

He still kept roaring and continued to move forward.

The tribesmen noticed him and began to gather towards him.

And the enemies noticed him and began to gather and prepare to annihilate them.

The two sides are getting closer and closer, and more and more people are gathering.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

Arrows were flying, and enemies fell from time to time.

"Pa bang bang..."

The gunfire was messy, and the soldiers around him kept falling off their horses.

Bravery radiates in the wind, undeterred by enemy weapons.

He held the javelin expressionlessly and charged bravely in the first place.

"I am the emanation in the wind, and I am the leader of the Sioux tribe."

He roared angrily and struggled to throw out the javelin.

"puff."

The oncoming enemy was pierced through the chest by a javelin, and his body fell backwards from his horse.

Dispersed in the Wind reached for the short ax at his waist, preparing to throw it at the second enemy.

At this moment, a gunshot sounded particularly abrupt.

Then, he felt time slow down.

First his chest felt cold, then his body fell backwards, and finally the world in his eyes became crooked.

In the twisted world, he saw a crying child whose head was blown out by a bullet, and a tribesman whose body was on fire being knocked away by a war horse.

He also saw the early morning sunlight shining through the dust raised by the horses' hooves. The light was like the yellow halo that the sunset cast on his wife's hair.

"My name is...Fengzhongfen...I am a member of the Su...tribe..."

He murmured, trying to take his attention away from the yellow halo, and tried to stand up and mount his horse again.

It's a pity that he can't do it.

He just felt that his eyes were getting darker and darker, and the light was getting darker and darker.

My chest, which had been chilly just now, became more and more painful and stuffy.

Then, he fell into a dark world, and there was no longer the neighing of war horses and the lamentations of his tribe in his ears.

His name is Wind Dispersion, he is a warrior of the Sioux tribe, and he became the leader of the tribe for one day.

He... died in a sneak attack by the British and French forces.