Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 432
"The Portkey to America is not easy to get, Your Majesty the Dark Lord, how did you do it?"

At the foot of Mount Oregino, Count Dracula looked at the umbrella in Voldemort's hand in surprise and said.

"A mysterious friend, Count Dracula, if one day you meet, I will introduce him to you."

Voldemort said, turning his head to look at Luna and Neville.

"We are ready, Your Majesty." Luna said with a smile.

Voldemort nodded, then reached for the handle of the umbrella.

Not long after, a pulling sensation came, and the four of them disappeared in place in an instant.

"Whoosh."

When they came out of the passage of the Portkey, all kinds of discomfort surged.

"Intercontinental transmission is really uncomfortable." Count Dracula said while holding back his nausea.

"Cough cough cough."

Voldemort also coughed continuously, but his eyes were on the little Crouch who greeted him not far away.

"Your Majesty, I didn't expect you to come here in person." Little Crouch stepped forward and said.

"That thing is so important that I have to come in person."

Voldemort, who had recovered, pointed to the rows of tents in front of him, "Go to a more private place to talk."

Little Crouch nodded and immediately led them into a tent.

"Where is this?" Voldemort asked after taking the throne.

"The Santee Dakota tribe within the Indian Sioux can be referred to as the knife tribe, and their name means knife." Little Crouch said.

Voldemort nodded, which he already knew from the information sent back from Crouch.

"Are they willing to work to revive the Indian Ministry of Magic?" Voldemort asked again.

"It's the toughest group, at least within the Sioux."

After Little Crouch finished speaking, he sighed feebly. It could be seen that he was in a difficult situation here.

"They don't trust me very much, because in their perception, we are no different from Americans."

"We're very different." Luna wondered, "At least we don't look so rude, don't we?"

This sounded more like a joke, Crouch Jr. laughed twice, but Voldemort didn't.

"From the root, Luna, the people here are all from us, and you have seen the history, so..."

Voldemort looked at Little Crouch, "You can explain the problem to them more thoroughly, Little Crouch, although we each have our own goals, our goals seem to be the same."

"This requires you to communicate with them. Your Majesty, I'm afraid that if I speak too deeply, I may reveal information that shouldn't be there. I also fear that if I speak too little, I won't be able to gain their trust." Little Crouch said.

Voldemort thought for a moment, nodded and said, "If that's the case, who do I need to tell?"

"There are still ten days until the Sun Dance of the Sioux. That's the day when they gather for business. I think it's the best time." Crouch Jr. said.

"Okay, then wait here for ten days. During this time, I can also assist you and receive the resources from Count Dracula and Count Monte Cristo." Voldemort nodded and said.

Even though Little Crouch had a certain understanding of the Muggle world at the request of Voldemort.

But as an aboriginal wizard, there are some gaps in his understanding of the Muggle world after all, so Voldemort said this.

When he heard that Voldemort was willing to assist him, Crouch Jr. knelt on one knee excitedly to express his loyalty.

You know, before this, no one among the Death Eaters had received such treatment.

Voldemort smiled and comforted his loyal minister, and then asked Count Dracula to share the resources he and the Count of Monte Cristo had handed over.

This topic continued until dawn, and Count Dracula had to go back to rest in the coffin before stopping.

"I can only lend you this, little Barty."

When Count Dracula left, Voldemort took out the gift he had prepared, which was a book that would be turned over automatically as soon as it was taken out.

"That magic book of yours?" Little Crouch asked in surprise.

Voldemort nodded. This was indeed his magic book that was placed in Gaunt's library.

Originally, he didn't want to take it out, but the mission of Barty Jr.'s trip was too dangerous, so he had to do some protection for the other party.

"The special thing about this magic book is that he has a part of my consciousness, very little, little can't communicate."

Voldemort said, slowly tossing the spellbook into the air.

"This book contains all the magic I have learned, from how to wave a wand, to how to build a magic channel, and even including Botu, each one is complete."

Following Voldemort's words, the magic book began to flip, and phantoms of curses were reflected from the book, floating around him.

"Using magic through this book of spells—of course, as long as you know the magic yourself—you can almost reach the level I use those magics."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he said again without waiting for Crouch to praise him loudly, "But the magic circuit in the book will disappear with the number of times it is used. If I don't develop it again, a spell can only be used three times. .”

All the magic that Voldemort knew three times, it is incredible to think about Crouch.

At the same time, he couldn't think of any kind of person who could defeat himself who got this book.

"I will use it with caution, Your Majesty." Restraining his excitement, Little Crouch said in a deep voice.

Voldemort nodded and waved at the same time.

In an instant, green fluctuations appeared in the magic book, crushing all other spells into nothingness.

"In it, I have stored one of my strongest spells..."

Before Voldemort finished speaking, Crouch Jr.'s eyes widened.

He even screamed in disregard of etiquette: "Desperate Botu?"

"Yes, that's the spell."

Voldemort nodded with a smile, then waved again.

The emerging green spells began to change, forming a large green net.

"Fully unfolded, little Barty, it is still not as powerful as the Suomingbotu I personally tried, at least not in terms of area."

Voldemort's voice was very soft, but Crouch Jr. listened carefully.

Neville on the side looked at the green light with a frown, he was somewhat resistant to the spell.

Luna looked curious, as if she wanted to take down the magic book and study it.

"How big, Your Majesty?" asked Crouch Jr.

"There is still a football field, Barty Jr., you need to know the size of the football field."

Voldemort smiled and waved his hand, and the green light converged into the book again.

"Remember, this is a life-saving means, don't use it lightly."

Little Crouch nodded vigorously, he understood what Voldemort meant.

Don't use it lightly, not only because this spell is used to save your life, but also because Voldemort doesn't want this spell to be used normally.

Seeing that little Crouch had understood what he meant, Voldemort didn't say any more. He flicked his right hand lightly, and the magic book fell in front of little Crouch.

The latter held it carefully in his hand, as if holding the whole world.

(End of this chapter)