Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 433 Seven-Color Flame Council
The Sioux Alliance is also known as the Seven-Color Flame Council.

This is currently the largest wizarding union in the Indian magic world, and in essence, they belong to the United States Department of Magic.

But obviously, they are not content with this.

As aborigines, their magic was once very backward, but that didn't mean they weren't powerful.

Ancient witchcraft has its own strength and weirdness.

Unfortunately, as the Indian wizarding world was annexed by the American wizarding world, their witchcraft is also passing away.

After all, compared to the weird, mysterious, powerful, but difficult to learn tribal witchcraft.

Using a wand, witchcraft can be performed with simple spells, and it is easier to learn.

But even so, among the Sioux tribe, there are still some wizards who inherited the most primitive tribal magic.

Most of them are witches from various small tribes in this alliance. They have extraordinary status in the tribe and have the right to sacrifice to the ancestors and gods.

And the four wizards of the seven-color flame council were selected from these wizards who inherited the tribal witchcraft.

"Although it is ancient, it is sacred enough. It is a devout belief."

Seeing countless scattered small tribes, each gathered in groups and dancing the tribal dance of their own tribe, Voldemort couldn't help expressing emotion.

"Our faith comes from our ancestors, and from the gods who protect our ancestors."

The sword witch of the sword tribe caressed his chest, looked at Voldemort and asked, "Does England still have its own devout beliefs?"

These words are somewhat provocative, and wizards in England don't have any beliefs at all.

"You only need to briefly read the following history of England, Knife Wizard, and you will understand that we are not natives of that land in England."

Voldemort's words stunned the sword wizard, and made the other three wizards look dissatisfied at Voldemort.

After all, the current owner of North America no longer belongs to his aborigines.

"Wandering people have no faith, not to mention hateful invaders. Therefore, the sword witch, we have lost far more than such a great thing as faith."

This sentence made the four leaders startled, they were a little confused about Voldemort's attitude.

"Speaking of the pious belief, Sword Wizard, I'm curious, what are the gods that protect your ancestors?" Voldemort asked the Sword Wizard, and at the same time turned his gaze to the other three wizards.

Obviously, what he meant was that whoever has a better answer can say it.

"That's not magical, Dark Lord, the earth that carries us, the sky that we look up to, the flowers and trees that give us food, they are all our gods."

The sword witch said proudly, and the others also nodded.

"Can you be more specific?" Voldemort demanded.

"To be more specific..." The sword witch's voice suddenly became heavy, "Have you heard of the Great Sioux War?"

Voldemort thought for a moment, but there were some memories that he couldn't recall for a while.

"The holy land of the prairie tribe, Your Majesty the Dark Lord, that is the history of the prairie witch lineage." Count Dracula reminded in a low voice, and directed Voldemort's eyes to the prairie witch next to the sword witch.

"I remembered, it was the time of Chief Sitting Bull, right?" Voldemort suddenly realized.

"Yes, that was our most glorious victory. The warriors of the tribe wiped out more than 250 people from the seventh regiment, and the grassland witches in that area also killed hundreds of wizards."

The sword witch said with bright eyes, "It was a tribal witch's victory, and we decided the direction of the war."

He looked at the Prairie Witch with passion in his eyes.

It's a pity that the contemporary prairie witch didn't show bravery, he just smiled proudly without any more emotions.

This disappointed the Sword Witch, but Voldemort saw a trace of determination in the eyes of the Prairie Witch.

Perhaps, this guy's heart is not as calm as he appears.

Voldemort took this detail to heart, but didn't mention it here.

"That is to say, Grassland witch, Montenegro is the god in your heart?"

Voldemort asked the prairie witch who "had a thunder in his chest, but did not change his face."

"Yes."

The prairie witch nodded slowly, and deliberately stroked the tallest rooster tail on his forehead, "The prairie tribe came out of Montenegro, and the people of the prairie tribe have thanked Montenegro forever and ever."

His words were firm and his demeanor was reverent.

It can be seen that there is no trace of falsehood in his words.

"I hope we can also find the Montenegro in our hearts."

Voldemort followed the example of the other party, touching his chest and bowing.

There are many emotions in the world, but faith is the most unbelievable and the most unfaithful.

"I hope you get what you want."

The four witches got up together and saluted Voldemort.

This is not because they are afraid of Voldemort, the prestige of a strong man from afar is not enough to shake their hearts.

This is not difficult to see from their previous performance.

But as the two parties greeted each other this time, the barrier between them seemed to disappear a lot.

"We've heard about your power, the Dark Lord, and the Twelve Trees family, you did it, right?"

Among the four witches, the wild horse witch with the roughest appearance sat down and asked at the top of his voice.

"Yes, for some reason, I did that cruel thing."

When meeting for the first time, Voldemort didn't want to be too cruel, so his words were very humble.

"Hahaha, Dark Lord, you don't have to be modest about this matter."

The sword witch who was more familiar with them laughed and said, "The Mustang tribe and the Twelve Trees family are feuds, and the land of the Twelve Trees family was bitten off from them."

Voldemort looked at the Mustang Witch in astonishment, and said, "I didn't expect this layer to exist. If I had known earlier, I should have killed Mike Twelve Trees."

Mike Twelve Trees was the one who angered Voldemort at that banquet.

The disaster of the Twelve Trees family was directly related to him.

Now, this person is trying to revitalize the Twelve Trees family, but it seems a bit difficult at the moment.

After all, most of the wizards in the family had already died in the catastrophe created by Voldemort.

"Hahaha~~"

The four witches laughed wildly, obviously they understood Voldemort's not-so-funny joke.

"Come to our witch conference, Dark Lord, you will be our guest of honor, sit with us."

After laughing, the sword witch issued an invitation.

In this regard, Voldemort naturally would not refuse.

He came here just to help little Crouch open up the situation.

But now it seems that he is doing very well, there is no reason not to continue.

Thus, Voldemort participated in the meeting of the Sioux Grand Alliance known as the Sun Dance.

In this meeting, there was no discussion of too macroscopic issues. Most of the wizards were to solve the small frictions between the tribes in the big alliance.

In addition to this, friction between some small tribes and the US government was also dealt with.

This made Voldemort feel very interesting, because these wizards were actually directly involved in the affairs of Muggles.

And this is hard to see outside the Sioux Alliance.

(End of this chapter)