Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 151 Start of the Fog Project
"Jump, jump, jump."

yelled the pilot, and Voldemort nodded to him, giving him a Memory Charm.

After that, Voldemort jumped out of the plane without hesitation, and flew freely among the white clouds.

The sound of "rumbling" from the propeller was fading away. Looking at the winding snow-capped mountains below, Voldemort picked a place he liked and soared away.

He just learned a little about skydiving, and it was a bit difficult to rely on this technology to reach his favorite place, but this did not prevent him from getting there, because he knew magic.

The huge parachute opened, and Voldemort first cast himself a Levitation Charm before the wind carried him away from the target location, and then cast Apparation by gazing at the target.

"Whoosh."

It turned around in the air with difficulty, and when it reappeared, the figure was already on the top of the snow mountain.

The howling mountain wind gathered snowflakes and confused his eyes, but he didn't panic at all.

"Dig three feet."

The Earthburrowing Curse was cast, and a half-meter-deep hole instantly appeared below.

Unsatisfied, Voldemort just waved his wand again and again, letting the pit go down step by step.

He didn't stop until he had spent more than half of his magic power after going more than ten meters deep.

From the waist pocket, he took out a one-meter-square safe and carefully put it into it.

After that, it was several hours of array arrangement, and he was careful during the whole process.

After all this was done, he began to fill it with soil. After filling in three meters of earth and rocks, he took out various mines from his pocket and began to arrange them.

So repeated filling, repeated laying, until the last ten meters or so of earth and rocks, he did not add anything.

After doing all this, Voldemort smoothed the snow again, and after there seemed to be no more traces, he used Apparition to leave.

……

Ten days have passed since Voldemort buried the "Hufflepuff's Gold Cup" in the uninhabited Himalayas.

For more than ten days, Hermione has come to class with Draco every day, and she has also started to learn Occlumency.

As for Mr. Granger, he spent most of his time with Old Nott, except for the rare few occasions when he had the opportunity to chat with Voldemort.

The two got along very well, and Mr. Granger gradually got used to this kind of life, feeling...

It's like finding a cram school for Hermione, and he has to pick up and drop off the children to make up classes every day.

"It's more convenient to be a wizard, Mr. Nott, Malfoy Manor is too remote."

Mr. Granger sometimes complained to Old Nott about this, but most of the time, he asked Old Nott about the wizarding world.

Old Nott really couldn't answer his strange questions, so he finally gave him an encyclopedia of the wizarding world - WOMBAT exam materials.

Mr. Granger was overjoyed when he received this gift, and he promised Old Nott that he could have his teeth filled for free.

Coincidentally, Old Nott really had a bad tooth in the past few days, so he took the time to visit Mr. Granger's clinic, and the final result...

He took the denture out again, and used potions to grow it back—Muggle methods were too rough, and dentures were not used to.

This aroused Mr. Granger's interest in potions again, anyway... old Nott felt that he was stalked by him.

It wasn't until Voldemort gave Hermione and Draco three days off that Old Nott was quiet for a few days, but another person came to Malfoy Manor, still a guest of Voldemort.

This time it was Daenerys. In addition to coming to see Voldemort, she also brought Voldemort his Horcrux-Ravenclaw's diadem.

Voldemort spent the day with Daenerys and sent her away that night.

When Voldemort returned to the study in the small building, Lucius had been waiting for him here for a long time.

"It's time to start Project Mist, Lucius."

As Voldemort said, he took out two things from his waist and placed them on the table.

A notebook, and a Ravenclaw diadem from Daenerys.

Lucius' eyes lingered on the two things for a moment, and before Voldemort looked at him, he lowered his head - the Dark Lord's temper was not very good at this time, and he dared not touch it.

"Send the crown, Lucius, as planned." Voldemort frowned and said in a deep voice.

Lucius took a sneak peek at Voldemort, just as he was trying to withdraw his lingering eyes from the crown.

"Yes, Dark Lord." Lucius quickly looked at his feet and said obediently.

"Put it away, now," said Voldemort grumpily -- he had a strong urge to interrupt the plan, which would cost him a Horcrux.

"Yes, the Dark Lord." Lucius didn't dare to say a word, and immediately stepped forward to put the crown away.

"Whoo~~~"

Voldemort adjusted his state, took a long breath, and suppressed the reactionary emotions that kept surging in his heart.

"Has the owner of the crown been chosen?" the Dark Lord asked, suppressing his inner impulse.

"It's already chosen, Dark Lord, it's..."

"Don't tell me." Voldemort interrupted Lucius roughly, which made Lucius tremble with fright.

"Yes... yes, Dark Lord, I just want to say that he is the candidate who has been checked and selected, and there is absolutely no problem." Lucius defended himself in a low voice.

Voldemort nodded, and said, "What about the arrangement of the diary? You know that Albus must not be aware of any abnormalities."

"Also get ready, Dark Lord, everything is under control." Lucius replied immediately.

Voldemort nodded, sat down at the desk, stroked the diary, and did not speak for a long time.

Lucius wanted to ask for instructions to leave, but he didn't dare to say anything, so he could only wait quietly.

"The Mist Project is about to start, Lucius, and you know we won't be able to communicate for a long time after that."

Voldemort looked up at Lucius, his eyes were very unfriendly, especially when he looked at his waist pocket where the crown was hidden, there was fierceness in the depths of his eyes-but everything was overwhelmed by his amazing perseverance. Suppress it.

"I know, Dark Lord, I will control everything and complete the mission as planned." Lucius said, avoiding Voldemort's gaze.

"If it wasn't your mistake, all I lost was the gold cup, but now..."

Voldemort shook his head in pain, and said, "Forget it, I hope this time, you won't make another mistake."

Lucius immediately nodded in agreement, trembling with fear—he felt that the Dark Lord might throw a Cruciatus Curse at him at any moment, which made him terrified.

"Dobby, you have to be careful not to let him go free in the end, and there is Harry, you must bury the thorn in it, don't bury it too deep, he is young, he can't understand if it is too deep, it can be shallower..."

"Owner."

Lucius fell to his knees suddenly, and interrupted Voldemort's words tremblingly, "These are all determined, I will definitely do it well, you said, when you don't want to do that, let me stop... "

"Forget it, I won't talk about it." Voldemort slumped on the chair a little weakly, "You go, just remember not to make mistakes."

"Yes, Master."

Lucius got up, bowed his head and exited the room, leaving only Voldemort himself, sitting in a chair in the dark, thinking alone.

(End of this chapter)