Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 330 The Sphinx

Voldemort did not immediately agree to the other party, but stood where he was, weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

Rajdev I didn't seem eager to get Voldemort's answer, he was more interested in standing in front of Voldemort, looking him up and down carefully.

"What can you give me, and how much can it help me?"

After pondering, Voldemort asked the other party, and then added dissatisfiedly, "I don't like people looking at me like this, Rajdev I, even if it's in your territory."

The words behind Voldemort made the stone palace quiet.

The slaves serving around Rajdev I were even more frightened and fell to their knees.

Rajidev II also looked at Voldemort in surprise, and then looked at his grandfather with worried eyes.

The two outsiders may not know it, but he does know how hot-tempered his grandfather, who was so powerful in Egypt, was.

If the Dark Lord is the most terrifying dark wizard in the British wizarding world, and even in the European wizarding world.

Then his grandfather was the most powerful wizard king in Egypt, and even this continent.

He represents the power, status, and wishes of all wizards here.

Unlike the enlightened wizarding world in England, there is a strict hierarchy here, and there are degrees of ups and downs.

At least as long as Rajdev II could remember, he had never seen anyone speak to his grandfather like this.

No.

To be more precise, since the appearance of the name Rajdev I passed down from generation to generation, no one dared to speak to the person with this name like this.

The tense atmosphere infected Bella, she quickly took out her wand, but Rajdev I just stretched out his hand.

"Whoosh."

The wand in Bella's hand suddenly flew up.

"Snapped."

Goofy's magic wand was firmly attached to the ceiling made of khaki stones.

Voldemort's eyes narrowed, and he took out his wand decisively.

He didn't even wait for the wand to be fully raised before he was silently saying the spell in his mind.

The green light appeared when the wand was raised, and the battle was imminent.

At this critical moment, the old Rajdev shouted loudly: "Dark Lord, I have no malicious intentions."

"Whoosh."

After all, the green light shot out, but instead of rushing towards Rajdev I, it hit the trembling servant kneeling beside him.

Everyone looked at the servant again, and at this time his body was no longer trembling, and his movements were still kneeling, but the whole person was no longer making a sound.

Rajidev II stretched out his hand in horror to touch the sweat on his forehead, but he froze only halfway through this movement.

Because Voldemort's wand was pointed straight at him.

"I have no malice, Dark Lord, just now I was controlling the Lion Castle so that it would not hurt your servant." Rajdev I quickly explained.

Voldemort's wand was still pointing at his grandson, but his eyes were on the old man in front of him.

"What do you mean?" Voldemort asked.

"This is the lion castle built by Pharaoh Rajdev for future generations. When someone attacks the owner here, the lion castle will punish him."

Rajdev I spoke quickly, he obviously didn't want to make the situation worse, "I'm lowering the scale of punishment, otherwise your servant will be hurt."

Voldemort frowned, but still held on to his wand.

The other party's one-sided words are not credible.

And putting down your weapon in front of the enemy is the most stupid act, and Voldemort would not do it.

"Wait a moment, I will show you the whole picture of Lion Castle with magic."

After Rajdev I finished speaking, he waved his arm again.

"Rumble..."

The Lion Castle shook, but there was no change in the stone palace as far as the eye could see.

Until the sound gradually died down, Voldemort felt the magic power begin to pour into the Stone Temple.

This made him vigilantly take out a silver revolver from under his robe with his left hand.

"Don't be impatient, Dark Lord, although this is a powerful magical mechanism, it is harmless." Rajdev I hurriedly explained.

Voldemort nodded, but had no intention of putting down his wand and pistol.

Rajidev looked a little helpless, but he didn't say anything, just waved his hand in the gap, and let the magic wand on the ceiling fall into Bella's hand.

This gained some trust from Voldemort, but he still held his wand and gun motionless.

"call."

There seemed to be a breeze rising from under the stone hall, and then the earth-yellow stone bricks on the left and right began to become transparent.

After a while, except for the stone paved ground under the feet which is still visible to the naked eye, the stone bricks on the left, right, front, back, and top all become transparent.

Voldemort saw a familiar pyramid to the west, which was the Pyramid of Khufu.

And he determined the shape outside the stone temple through the appearance of those stone bricks that were already transparent but still had outlines—it was the Sphinx.

Accident?
No, because the name Rajdev represents a lot.

But even though he was prepared, Voldemort still couldn't help his heart skip a beat.

If everything he saw was not false, then the Rajdev family really has a history of more than 4000 years.

More than 4000 years, what a long family that is.

"Can you put away your weapons, Dark Lord?" Rajdev I said, "I sincerely want to cooperate with you."

Voldemort nodded, first put the gun into the wizard's robe, and slowly dropped the right hand holding the wand.

But he didn't take his hand off his wand, still looking alert.

And Bella simply kept holding the wand, and pointed the tip of the wand at Rajdev I.

This behavior was very hostile, but Voldemort said nothing, and Rajdev I chose to turn a blind eye.

"This is what I want to give you."

Rajdev I stretched out his hand, and the servant who was kneeling on the ground stood up carefully, and handed him a golden bell in his hand.

"Sighing Bell, I think you should know its purpose through this name."

Voldemort raised his eyebrows and said, "Can it withstand the sorrow of the Wall of Sighs?"

"Yes, Dark Lord, but only once."

After nodding his head, Rajidev continued, "I have been waiting for the third holder of the long mist rope, because that is the last chance, and you are the one I am waiting for."

As he spoke, he glanced at the long rope of mist on Voldemort's wrist.

Voldemort nodded, and then asked in confusion: "Then do you know the mechanism behind the Wall of Sighs?"

Rajdev I immediately shook his head and said: "I don't know, Dark Lord, you need to explore it yourself, but if you gain something, I hope it can bring me a veil of faith."

Voldemort glanced at the Sighing Bell, then at Rajdev I.

After thinking for a moment, he accepted the exchange request.

After all, in the records of the Reticent Men, they are totally incapable of dealing with the Wall of Sighs.

And he himself did not come up with an effective countermeasure based on those people's descriptions of the Wall of Sighs.

"I promise you, Rajdev I, but if I get something, I can only give you a small piece." Voldemort said, staring at each other.

And in those old eyes, there was a flash of greedy desire.

"Of course, even if it's just a thread, it's my honor."

He said, and handed over the sigh bell in his hand.

When Voldemort took the bell, he noticed some dark spots on his hands.

And Rajdev I, who was seen by Voldemort with black spots, retracted his hands into his sleeves vigilantly, blocking all the black spots.

Voldemort looked up and saw him smiling to himself and saying, "The deal is done, Dark Lord, and I wish you success."

"Thank you."

Voldemort nodded, taking the Sigh Bell back into his hand.

(End of this chapter)