Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

Siberia, a secret base in a stormy place.

Voldemort walked slowly, one foot at a time, stopping from time to time to judge the direction.

"This damn weather, if the benefits weren't great enough, I wouldn't come back even if I were killed."

He complained about the wind and snow and walked forward with his head lowered and facing the wind.

He didn't know how far he had walked or how long he had walked. Finally, he was pinned in place by a soldier who jumped out of the snowdrift with a gun.

"Finally found you." Voldemort didn't panic, he just shouted loudly, "The wind and snow were too heavy, and the car broke down, so I had to come here on foot."

"Who are you?" A soldier not far away asked him in Russian.

"Special envoy, I need to communicate with your highest officer regarding the two IL-76 transport planes." Voldemort replied in unskilled Russian.

"Your ID." After the soldier finished speaking, before Voldemort could make a move, he immediately raised the muzzle of his gun and said, "Don't move, let my companions come."

Voldemort nodded, and then he saw another soldier emerging from the snow not far away - in this cold weather, isn't it cold to hide in the snow?

"Where?" the second soldier approached him and asked.

"You can find it by touching the breast pocket." He answered loudly, while holding the wand in his sleeve with his raised right hand, he used the silent spell to activate the Imperius Curse.

"There is no problem with his ID, he is of a high level." The controlled soldier shouted to his comrades, "I will take him in, and you continue to guard him."

The soldier who spoke first nodded, then hid himself.

Voldemort followed the controlled soldiers and walked deeper into the secret base.

On the way, he quietly used the memory spell to change the soldiers' memories, directly making the soldiers believe and identify with him.

Not long after, levels began to appear. Voldemort used the Imperius Curse and the Memory Curse all the way. He was cautious and did not let any problems occur in the process.

"The boss asked me to accompany you to avoid accidents. You know these things are very important."

Facing the highest officer, Voldemort also fired a series of spells, but his behavior seemed normal.

"Okay, everything is at your command." The top officer of the secret base said.

Voldemort nodded and looked into the distance from the high platform. Two IL-76 transport planes were parked at the airport.

The hatch of the transport plane was open, and the soldiers were carrying something, which looked very heavy.

"I need to review the quantity, so I'm going to wait in the plane first." Voldemort said to the highest officer.

"As you wish, Ostrovsky." said the supreme commander.

After Voldemort left, an officer suggested to the supreme commander to detect Voldemort's identity through a telegram.

"It's totally unnecessary. I saw him at the dance held by the superior." The supreme commander added, "And don't add to the trouble. Be careful that the telegram is monitored."

So far, no one has raised any objections. Several senior officials of the secret base are just drinking vodka and watching the IL-76 transport plane loading.

"I'm going to meet the pilot of this transport plane first. I want to make sure they are trustworthy."

Under the leadership of the Signal Corps, Voldemort first boarded a plane, met a pilot, and then used a memory spell on him - taking orders from another plane pilot.

After that, he came to another transport plane and saw the pilot of this transport plane.

"The wind and snow are so heavy, is there no problem taking off?" Voldemort asked worriedly.

He only had two days, because he had to go back to school the day after tomorrow. If the schedule was delayed due to snow and wind, it would be difficult for him to explain when he returned.

"No problem, sir." The driver said confidently, "I drank enough vodka to keep me calm and awake."

Voldemort immediately showed his thumb and gave him a big thumbs up.

"Give me an umbrella bag, no, two."

He turned to the correspondent who was following him.

…

Two IL-76 transport planes, each loaded with more than forty tons of cargo, flew into the sky under Voldemort's terrified gaze.

"Well done, Quirrell, you are calm enough." Voldemort said after regaining control of his body.

When the transport plane took off just now, he gave control of his body to Quirrell. If an accident happened, he asked Quirrell to use Apparition to leave before then...

He doesn't want to start a business only to have it fail halfway through.

Everything went well, and Voldemort began to wait quietly.

Half an hour later, he found the pilot: "The landing point has been changed, emergency notification, the location is..."

Before he finished speaking, without waiting for the pilot's reply, magic followed directly - he never hesitated to use magic on Muggles, and to hell with the Ministry of Magic in England, this was not their airspace.

"Okay, sir, I understand."

After the pilot finished speaking, he contacted another transport aircraft, and then two IL-76 transport aircraft began to turn in the air.

Voldemort couldn't understand the densely packed instruments in the cabin, and he didn't know whether the plane was heading towards his goal. Anyway, he believed in magic.

"Quirrell, come out. If there is a collision or other situations, show up decisively." Voldemort once again took a back seat and handed over control of his body to Quirrell.

Although he controlled two transport planes, he had no way to control the people supervising the waterway, so he had to be prepared for unexpected events.

If there was an accident, these goods would naturally no longer belong to him, but he didn't care.

This is an unexpected fortune. I am lucky to get it, but I am destined to lose it.

Fortunately, the journey went smoothly, and soon the plane began to descend, and finally stopped at a crude-looking airport - there was basically only one runway and few other buildings.

It was a temporary set-up, of course, and preparations had begun months before.

"Sir, who are these?"

Looking at the soldiers in unmarked military uniforms spontaneously unloading the cargo below, the driver and other personnel were confused.

"Trusted men, you got the job done, kids."

Without further words, here comes the memory charm, wishing you all the best.

After unloading the goods, Voldemort followed these unknown people into the car and left directly.

The two transport planes took off again and returned home - they only remembered that they completed the mission and did not change the route. As for the troubles afterwards...

No matter what, everyone is not a good person anyway, and no one dares to reveal the matter.

Is robbing a thief a crime?

At most, it's called justice.

…

"These people are trustworthy, right?" Voldemort asked the masked man next to him while sitting in the back of the snowmobile.

"Of course, sir, their team is reputable and we all know their true identity. Besides, the price we paid is not low."

Porchis's voice came from behind the mask, both excited and proud - it's so pitiful that he still can't believe that he actually robbed the most powerful country on the planet.

Even though this country has been broken, its former glory is still remembered in people's hearts.

Fight... fight... rob, monthly tickets, recommendations, collections, tell me the password...