Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 436 The Totem That Never Disappears

"I hope to get a definite answer from you, which is especially important for perfecting my plan."

With an evil smile back, Voldemort's eyes swept over the faces of the four wizards one by one, "Then, what kind of answer will you give me to the seven-color flame council led by the four wizards?"

The eyes of the sword witch, the riverside witch, and the wild horse witch all focused on the grassland witch's face in an instant.

This made him feel unprecedented pressure. At the same time, he knew in his heart that the future of the Sioux family would be determined by the answers he gave.

"Crackling..."

There was the sound of burning wood in the bonfire, and the sound of the night wind blowing overhead.

Everyone waited with bated breath for the answer from the Grassland Witch, but the latter did not speak out for a long time.

It wasn't that he didn't dare, or that he didn't want to, but that he was lost between pros and cons, and couldn't find the most correct answer for a while.

"Go to the holy mountain."

Seeing that the prairie witch did not answer for a long time, the wild horse witch with a rough personality shouted.

These words woke up the Grassland Witch from his thoughts, and made him and everyone else focus on the Mustang Witch.

Before Voldemort and others could ask the meaning of this sentence, the voice of the sword witch had already sounded.

"Yes, go to the holy mountain and ask the totem."

The sword wizard said, turning his excited eyes to Voldemort, "Your Majesty the Dark Lord, would you like to follow us to the holy mountain, tell us about your plan, and let the totem make the final judgment?"

Voldemort did not rush to answer, but looked at the Prairie Witch.

The latter immediately understood what he meant and gave the answer he wanted to know.

"The totem is the embodiment of our beliefs. He will give us guidance when necessary, but most of the time they won't say anything." The grassland witch said.

Voldemort nodded, pondered for a moment and said, "Then go to the Holy Mountain to have a look."

The four witches got up immediately, took Voldemort and his party, and summoned dozens of tribal witches to go to the holy mountain with them.

The sacred mountain of the Sioux refers to Montenegro.

If you are not familiar with this mountain, then you will be familiar with the mountain where the statue of the President of the United States is mentioned.

Yes, this statue was engraved on a mountain wall in the Montenegro Mountains.

The Holy Mountain is also in the Montenegro Mountains.

Voldemort and his party, led by four wizards, directly apparated to the sacred mountain of the Sioux.

The light here is very dim, and the few torches are not enough to illuminate the entire mountain depression.

Voldemort and the others followed in the footsteps of the four wizards and moved forward along the path in the middle of the col.

After walking for a while, the light became brighter, and some pillars began to appear on both sides of the road.

They were more than 30 meters high, and the most even reached more than [-] meters. There were some complicated marks carved on the pillars, and Voldemort could not recognize the meaning of these marks.

"It's a totem pole."

The Prairie Witch walking beside Voldemort said, "Every clan has its own totem, and the totems carved on such pillars are called totem poles."

Voldemort nodded slowly, and then asked in confusion, "Why separate them into two sides instead of gathering them together?"

"They are all totem poles of the perishing tribe, and they will only be worshiped occasionally. No clan will worship them for a long time." The grassland witch said in a low voice.

"So many extinct tribes?" Voldemort was surprised. "Could it be that the tribes that have perished for thousands of years are all here?"

"Do not."

The sword witch suddenly turned his head, his eyes flashed with hatred and said, "It's just a tribe that died out between the end of the 18th century and the end of the 19th century. Your Majesty the Dark Lord, the road is still very long."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and stopped talking.

"That's the totem of the riverside tribe. I once heard a prairie witch say that the singing of that tribe was like flowing water."

The Grassland Witch took over the conversation, her voice was still low, but it didn't carry a lot of hatred like the Sword Witch.

On the contrary, his voice was full of nostalgia.

"That's the totem of the Wind Tribe. They don't like to sing, but they dance best."

"That is the totem of the Horn Tribe. They are the bravest warriors. No one flinches from the sound of the horn."

"That's the totem of the Pisces tribe. Their tribe is very good at marinating fish. According to legend, it is a rare delicacy."

"..."

Walking by the totem poles one by one, the prairie witch is very precious to them, and can tell some different details every time.

Sing, dance, be brave, pickle, run, be tall, sew, be curious, love autumn...

These different characteristics made Voldemort and others feel that the tribes that had disappeared were as fresh as life.

Just listening and walking like this, suddenly there was crying in front of me.

Everyone looked up, but it was the back of the most irritable wild horse witch, twitching with the sound of crying.

Seeing this scene, the prairie witch finally stopped talking about the tribes that disappeared in history.

But after a short pause, he spoke again.

"Washington says: No suggestion of peace will be heeded until all Indian reservations have been effectively destroyed."

"Jefferson said: We will not rest quietly until these tribes are utterly exterminated."

"Lincoln says: hang 38 chiefs of Mankato, Minnesota, immediately without court proceedings."

"Roosevelt said: Only a dead Indian is a good Indian."

The Grassland Witch's voice was low and calm, and when he told everything, there was no sadness or hatred in his words.

But the sound of the broken thoughts spread into everyone's hearts like a curse.

The hearts of everyone, including Voldemort, could not be calm for a long time.

At this time, everyone had already walked out of the col and came to a high ground.

"Look there."

The prairie witch suddenly stopped and pointed into the distance.

Everyone looked in the direction of his finger, but they saw four faces on the cliff in the distance, illuminated by the dim moonlight, which seemed slightly stern.

They belong to:

George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, Theodore Roosevelt and Abraham Lincoln.

And just before they stopped, the prairie witch mentioned the names of the four of them again.

"How many Indians died in those 100 years?"

Neville, who was reticent, suddenly broke the bottleneck and asked.

"Tens of millions, or more."

There was finally a bit of sadness in the grassland witch's voice.

Voldemort frowned, and a strange thought suddenly appeared:
How long would it take him to kill so many people if he used the Death Curse, or the Killing Botu?
Thinking about it, even if these people don't resist, the workload must be huge.

"Fortunately, these totem poles are still there, fortunately, these totems are still there."

The prairie witch suddenly raised his voice, and said loudly to everyone, "They record our history and our original appearance. Totems will never disappear, and neither will the Indians."

"Totems never die, and Indians never die."

A group of tribal witches followed the words of the grassland witches and echoed loudly.

Voldemort was awakened by their roars, glanced at the excited tribal witches, and finally gave up trying to count the time.

Perhaps, that is a time that will never be calculated.

(End of this chapter)