Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 435 Voldemort's Plan
【International Secrecy Act】, signed in 1689.

The Magical Congress of America was founded in 1693.

United States of America, established in 1776.

It is not difficult to infer from the time that the Magical Congress of the United States is not the earliest name of the United States Ministry of Magic.

Before the [Declaration of Independence] appeared, it was called the Magic Congress of the New World, and it even once belonged to the Ministry of Magic of England.

This is not difficult to see from its structure, because it is completely copied from the British Council of Wizards.

Before it was established, the fate of this continent was ruled by many alliances like the seven-color flame council, led by wizards and dominated by tribes.

However, the British, French and Portuguese colonists landed from the coastline and slowly penetrated and divided the entire continent by establishing permanent settlements.

Until a century later, when the United States of America was established in 1776, Indian tribal alliances such as the Sioux had completely fallen into a passive position.

Powerful thermal weapons made the heroic horse warriors of Indian tribes useless, and also made witchcraft no longer have the status to determine the direction of battle.

Coupled with the direct involvement of the U.S. Ministry of Magic, the Indian Tribal Alliance began to retreat steadily.

Today, there are no Indians in ten, and the status of American hegemony is long gone.

But the survivors have not forgotten the history, nor have they forgotten the fact that they were once the masters of this continent.

Every chance they got, they tried to build their own kingdom.

Even if you don't expect to regain the glory of Zongma Continent in the past, you still want to let your people have a better life.

Unfortunately, such opportunities seldom come up.

And as the national power of the United States is booming, the time for independence is becoming more and more distant.

"Dark Lord...Your Majesty, do you have any specific solutions?"

The prairie witch who had calmed down asked in a deep voice, without the passion he had before.

"A multi-pronged approach, Grassland Witch, this must be very difficult, but I do have a more specific plan."

Voldemort said softly, and scanned everyone present with cautious eyes.

At first, everyone didn't understand what he meant, but it soon dawned on them that Voldemort was making sure they could be trusted.

So when Voldemort's eyes fell on someone, that person straightened up, proving that they were absolutely believable.

Except for Neville, who was hunched over and frowning, wiping his sword.

Voldemort was not surprised by this.

This is a child who doesn't like war, and hates intrigue even more.

But Voldemort knew he could be trusted, because he knew the child's bravery and tenacity when the soul briefly resided in the other's consciousness.

"I'll do both."

Voldemort, who looked away, tapped the ground in front of him with his wand.

A golden thread appears and splits in two to form the symbols of the US Ministry of Magic and the US Muggle Government.

"On the side of the US government, several southern states have always had independent ambitions because of the Civil War. My idea is to inject more funds into these people."

While speaking, Voldemort looked at the financial statement in the hands of the prairie witch.

"Give these properties to those people?" Mustang Wu asked dissatisfied.

"That money is nothing if it makes the Indians more free, Mustang witch."

Before Voldemort could speak, the Prairie Witch spoke first.

After hearing this, the wild horse witch fell silent and did not speak again.

Voldemort smiled, and continued: "In addition to stirring up their emotions, I want to arouse suspicion among wizards in the Muggle world, and at the appropriate time, link this suspicion with the United States Ministry of Magic."

"Suspicious?" The Prairie Witch frowned, "Newspapers and TV won't report such news."

Voldemort shook his head and smiled, "It won't be through this method. The layout was carried out earlier, but it's hard to say at the moment, because it depends on the progress over there."

The witches were puzzled, but seeing that Voldemort had no intention of explaining, they nodded and agreed.

"What about the Ministry of Magic?" asked the sword wizard.

"Remember the Bigfoot Rebellion?" Voldemort asked.

The four witches froze for a moment, then nodded in unison.

This matter had a great influence in the nineteenth century, so they all knew about it.

"Because there is no connection between wizards and No-Majs in the United States, it is more troublesome for them to deal with this kind of problem. This is our breakthrough." Voldemort said with a smile.

"Create chaos among the magical creatures and let them appear on TV?" The Prairie Witch asked with wide-eyed eyes.

"Yes, but last time it was because of Irene Nydender's abuse of power, and this time, you need to stir up the emotions of those magical creatures." Voldemort looked at the sword witch.

Compared with the rational and wise prairie witch, Voldemort is easier to get support from the tough-willed and eager to restore the country.

Sure enough, when Voldemort looked at the sword witch, he immediately gave his answer.

"If the timing is right—this requires the prairie witch to help me make a basic judgment—I will bring the knife tribe to stir up the emotions of more magical creatures."

After the sword witch finished speaking, he looked at the grassland witch again, "When you make a judgment, you might as well be bold. At most, we, the sword tribe, will do it ourselves, and we will bear the responsibility."

What Voldemort wanted was his courage, so he also looked at the prairie witch.

"There must be more than one plan, right?" Prairie Witch asked with a frown.

He felt Voldemort's cunning, but he had no choice but to find loopholes in Voldemort's plan.

"Of course, Scavengers, do you know?" Voldemort asked again.

"I know." The Grassland Witch frowned even more tightly, "But as far as I know, they are already dead."

"how come."

Voldemort shook his head and laughed, "The hatred between them and American wizards has long been inscribed in their blood, so as long as their descendants are still alive, the Purifiers will not perish."

"How do you find them?" asked the Grassland Witch.

"The unexplained death records of American wizards, especially those that seem to be accidents, such as car accidents, gunshot wounds, there are not so many coincidences, prairie witches."

Voldemort swung his wand, and a second line stretched from the ground beneath the US Ministry of Magic emblem, forming what looked like a stake.

"In fact, I've found them and made contact, and they're still very interested in hunting down American wizards."

"Will they act first?" the Prairie Witch asked.

It can be seen that even though he has chosen to support Voldemort, he is still cautious enough.

"No, prairie witches, as you feared, they will not be the first wave of action." Voldemort said with a smile and shook his head.

These words made the Grassland Witch frown, and then looked worriedly at the Sword Witch.

And indeed, as he thought, the sword witch had already put on a look of eagerness to try.

But before he could speak, Voldemort had already spoken.

"The starting point will start with the Death Eaters, tease the emotions of magical creatures, and hunt down American wizards. These two things will be carried out at the same time, when I determine that the time comes."

said Voldemort, waving his wand again.

With the wave of the wand, the golden thread on the ground slowly turned into the appearance of the Dark Mark.

"The Death Eaters have already made preparations. Four witches, all you have to do is decide whether to follow up at that time."

After the words fell, a wicked smile appeared on Voldemort's face.

The prairie witch stared at him blankly, as if he saw the tragic death of countless American wizards from behind his evil smile.

This made him couldn't help but shiver, and at the same time, he looked back at Voldemort.

(End of this chapter)