Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 255 The Person Who Doesn't Exist in History
"Why choose him, Dark Lord."

Leaving White Castle and walking towards the next 3rd place, Malfoy asked him.

"Because it fits, Lucius."

Voldemort said in a calm tone, "We need someone who can uphold justice and help us rehabilitate."

"How to rehabilitate?" Old Nott asked curiously, "What we did before was really not very kind."

When he said this, he had a smile on his face, which reminded Voldemort of his school days.

At that time, he and Old Nott often looked at each other with a smile like this after doing bad things.

"There are two official words, I mean, just different words."

Voldemort used Chinese before, but then he had to explain, "The cholera wizarding world, and the failed reform, Geraint, they seem to be different, but in fact they lead to the same goal."

Old Nott curled his lips, as if saying:

I believe your ghost.

"Hahaha."

Voldemort laughed a few times, not minding his old friend's tearing down.

"Why don't you choose one of your own?" Lucius asked curiously again.

"Because no one will believe that we are good people, Lucius. Before the lake is in chaos, black powder can only be black powder. If you want to wash white, you have to make the water black."

Voldemort shrugged. "Turning black and white, that's about it, but it requires careful planning."

Lucius nodded, pretending to be thinking.

"Where do we go next?" Old Nott asked.

Voldemort took out his pocket watch to check the time, and said, "The time to convince Crouch was short and beyond my estimate, so, let's find a place to sit first."

Several people reached out to touch him, and under his guidance, everyone came to his office in the Riddle Building in an instant.

There is no way, the place where the wizarding world gathers is not suitable for Voldemort to appear, he can only come to Muggles to find leisure.

Of course, Bokis was quite excited about the arrival of these people.

Needless to say, all kinds of food, and even asked them if they need to change the office so that they will be more comfortable next time.

After all, an office really isn't a place for small talk.

"Let's build a special guild hall." Voldemort set the tone directly, "The kind that can be opened to the outside world."

This was not very grand, but when Pokis introduced the situation of his consortium in front of everyone, several people seemed a little confused.

"Is this enough to build several Malfoy Manors?" Old Nott was the first to ask.

"Excluding the magical value, if it was just that kind of manor, the number would be astonishingly large, but without magic, it would be of little significance to wizards."

Voldemort waved his hand indifferently, and put on a "small target" expression.

"Look at what people say, it's inhumane."

Old Nott joked about Voldemort, and the atmosphere was quite relaxed.

"Lucius, what's the matter with you?" Voldemort asked after laughing, looking at Lucius.

He found that the child looked preoccupied and seemed a little out of group.

"Dark Lord, can I speak to you alone?" Lucius asked.

Voldemort nodded and asked Porches to arrange an office.

"Did something happen?" Voldemort asked.

"No, Dark Lord, it's just..."

Lucius still seemed a little hesitant, but Voldemort didn't say a word, just quietly waiting for him to sort out his thoughts.

"The Malfoy family has a secret that the wizarding world doesn't know. I don't know if I should tell you."

Finally, he said this to Voldemort.

Voldemort shrugged and held out his hand for his own decision.

"We have ties to the royal family," Lucius said.

Voldemort frowned slightly, thinking about what this incident meant.

"Before the secrecy law took effect, the Malfoy family took the lead in seeking help from the royal family."

Lucius lowered his head and talked about it, and Voldemort nodded slightly. He had heard from Senior Abu about this.

"But that thing didn't go well, the royal family refused to help the entire wizarding world..."

"Just refusing to help the entire wizarding world?" Voldemort asked with raised eyebrows.

"Yes, he promised to protect the nobles, but he asked those pure-blood wizards to give up the protection of those low-level wizards."

Lucius waved his hand in disgust and said, "At that time, the wizarding world was still chaotic, the Ministry of Magic had not been established, and the Wizengamot was more like a meeting of sages. They only discussed the general direction and rarely made decisions."

Voldemort nodded slightly, trying to picture such a world in his mind.

The conflict between Muggles and wizards has intensified, and witch hunters have organized massacres of wizards.

In the wizarding world, where the aristocrats and the poor are deeply divided, Muggle wizards are hardly guaranteed safety.

In such a precarious situation, there is no organization in the wizarding world that can bind everyone together.

They are too unique to be pushed around like common Muggles.

As a result, the poor were defeated by Muggles one by one, and the wizards who existed in the form of families stayed behind closed doors.

Voldemort suddenly became interested in this period of history, and he began to think about the contents of the books he had read.

【International Law of Secrecy】was born in 1689.The British Ministry of Magic was born in 1707.

In other words, before the establishment of the British Ministry of Magic, the law of secrecy had already been born internationally.

If we speculate further, perhaps the Ministry of Magic itself was established to promote the [International Statute of Secrecy].

"We can't refuse that kind of help. For our families, our own continuation is the most important thing." Lucius said with a frown.

Voldemort nodded, expressing his understanding, but he still asked curiously: "But you changed this choice in the end, didn't you?"

"Yes." Lucius nodded.

"Why?" This time it was Voldemort's turn to frown.

"Because of a wizard who didn't exist in history."

Lucius also frowned and replied, "I don't know how to describe it. Generally speaking, no books can record his name. The Malfoy family can continue this memory by word of mouth."

"Word of mouth?" Voldemort said suspiciously.

"Yes, we had doubts too."

Lucius smiled wryly, "If a certain ancestor's memory was tampered with, or that ancestor thought it was fun, in short, all of this is likely to be fake."

Voldemort nodded, he thought so too.

"We also tried to find out about other families, and secretly searched whether they knew about it, but so far there is no result."

Lucius' brow furrowed again, and it was much darker than before.

"My ancestors searched for this for a long time, and one of them made a bold guess."

"Since the memory of most nobles has not rejected the queen, how did the [International Statute of Secrecy] appear?"

"Nobles are unwilling to protect poor wizards, but without the help of nobles, how could [International Statute of Secrecy] be born?"

The speculation of the ancestors of the Malfoy family made Voldemort raise his eyebrows in surprise.

He rubbed his chin, and said in a whisper: "If you say that, the person whose name cannot be written in books may have really existed?"

(End of this chapter)