Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 438
memory world.

Voldemort, floating in nothingness, slowly raised his left hand.

"Rumble..."

Amidst the loud noise, a mountain was pulled up from nothingness by him.

Then he waved his hand, and a vast plain appeared around the mountains, followed by flowers and trees.

A virtual world was created by him in this way.

Immediately afterwards, he shaped countless Indians, allowing them to multiply on the grasslands on the edge of the mountains.

Time speeds up, thousands of years in a blink of an eye.

At the end of the grassland, British and French allied forces wearing old-fashioned military uniforms began to appear.

Before they contacted the Indian tribes under the mountains, Voldemort slowly closed his memory.

Afterwards, he plunged headlong into this illusory world bred by him.

……

At the foot of Montenegro, a Sioux tribe lives peacefully.

On this day, a baby boy arrived, and the patriarch named him "Xiang Xing Xing".

Feng Zhongcai never cries or makes noise, which makes many people from the tribe come to see him and call him "the magical child".

The baby boy slowly grew into a boy, still not crying or fussing, and taciturn.

But he likes to play with bows and javelins, which makes the warriors in the tribe very fond of flying in the wind.

They began to actively spread into the wind to teach the skills of using bows, javelins and hatchets.

Slowly, Feng Zhongxuan became more proficient in using these weapons, and his age was also slowly increasing.

In the process, he became involved in the hunt.

First he shoots pheasants, then foxes, and finally he can even shoot stags.

"It's time for him to go buffalo hunting, he's not like the other kids."

The warrior leader suggested to the patriarch in this way, and then he was not yet old enough to participate in the hunting of bison, and then began to participate in the large-scale hunting activities of the warriors.

It was the first time I faced the hordes of wildly charging bison, and there was no fear on the face exuding in the wind.

He drove it well, and in the process shot down a buffalo with his javelin.

"Scattered in the wind will become the most powerful warrior of the tribe, he has such a temperament."

This time hunting, he was praised by all the warriors in the clan.

At the same time, the clansmen are looking forward to his growth more and more.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, Feng Zhongcai has grown up, and he has become a powerful warrior as everyone expected.

And, he got the position after the previous warrior chief abdicated.

"He will be the best warrior in our tribe, and he will lead the tribe to defeat our blood enemy, the Pawnee tribe."

The old warrior leader, who could no longer mount his horse, praised him like this before abdicating.

The air of being praised by the clansmen spread in the wind, and he still performed his duties taciturnly.

After he led the tribe to hunt the buffalo herd for the third time, the patriarch married his youngest daughter to him, and announced for the first time that the position of the patriarch would be handed over to him in the future.

When the clansmen heard the news, they were happy to send out their blessings, thinking that he would definitely be a good clan leader.

Wind in the Wind is still as silent as before, and has not changed or fluttered because of the promise of the patriarch.

On the contrary, he became more and more stable because he got married and had children.

In this way, another ten years passed, and the prestige exuded by the wind was getting higher and higher, and the patriarch even wanted to pass the position to him in advance several times.

"Let me concentrate on hunting first, old patriarch, we need more bison meat."

He always used this reason to reject the old patriarch, and still performed the most bravely in the hunt.

Years later, the Sioux tribe began fighting the feuding Pawnee tribe.

Under the dominance of the war dissipated in the wind, the balance of victory began to favor the Sioux tribe.

However, during this process, some outsiders who used firearms began to appear.

They are not many in number, but they are ruthless. The wind spreads an attempt to cease the war with the Pawnee tribe. We must first find out where these enemies came from.

As a result, the Pawnees thought he was afraid, and stepped up their offensive instead.

As a last resort, Feng Zhongcai could only give up considering the identity of these outsiders, and instead concentrate on dealing with the Pawnee tribe.

But after a successful sneak attack on the territory of the Pawnee tribe, the wind of returning to the tribe spread, but he was stunned on the horseback.

The originally peaceful residence is now like a purgatory.

A small group of outsiders, holding guns that can make loud noises, frantically chased and killed the old and weak of the tribe in the garrison.

After a brief shock, Feng Zhongcai led the charge and quickly wiped out the small group of enemies.

"Go to the mountains, radiate in the wind, protect the tribe, protect our totem."

The old patriarch, after saying this, leaned his back against the totem pole and died.

Then the tribe told him that his wife and daughter were brutally killed.

This made the always stable wind blow out, and fell to the ground howling in pain.

Roaring, he rode on his war horse and rushed to the camps of those outsiders regardless of obstacles.

But in the end, he didn't kill there.

The words of the old patriarch still echoing in his ears made him calm down, let go of his sorrow and hatred, and began to transfer with his clansmen.

"Bury the clansmen tonight, and we will leave tomorrow morning."

Regardless of the opposition of the tribe, he issued such an order.

It's a pity that he was still a bit late in choosing the time to leave the station.

The next morning, he was awakened by a gunshot, and when he ran out of the tent, the tribe was already in chaos.

In the distance of sight, enemies riding horses and holding spears rushed into the garrison, rushing all the way, firing guns from time to time or throwing torches on the tent beside them.

The clansmen have fallen into complete chaos, and even experienced fighters don't know how to deal with this situation.

In the wind, he turned back to the tent, playing with bows and arrows, javelins and hatchets, and quickly walked out of the tent again and stepped on the horse.

"I am exuding in the wind, warriors come with me..."

He yelled in his mouth as he rushed towards the enemy.

"Whoosh."

The javelin was thrown out by him, accurately stabbing an enemy to death.

The enemy on the other side raised a gun to shoot at him, but on a moving horse, the spear is not so easy to use.

"Hoohoo~~"

The hatchet roared and flew towards the enemy, chopping him off the horse directly.

"I am exuding in the wind, warriors come with me..."

He still kept roaring and continued to charge forward.

The tribe noticed him and began to gather around him.

And the enemy also noticed him and began to gather and prepare to annihilate them.

The two sides are getting closer, and more and more people are gathering.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

Arrows flew, and enemies fell from time to time.

"Clap clap clap..."

The sound of gunfire was chaotic, and the soldiers around him kept falling off their horses.

Bold in the wind, not intimidated by enemy weapons.

He held the javelin expressionlessly, and his brave charge was the first.

"I am scattered in the wind, and I am the patriarch of the Sioux clan."

He roared angrily, and flung out the javelin vigorously.

"puff."

The oncoming enemy was pierced through the chest by the javelin, and the body fell backward and fell off the horse.

Feng Zhongxuan reached for the hatchet at his waist, ready to throw it at the second enemy.

At this moment, a gunshot sounded particularly abrupt.

Then, he felt that time slowed down.

First, his chest felt cold, then his body fell back, and finally the world in his eyes became distorted.

In the crooked world, he saw a crying child whose head was blown off by a bullet, and a clansman whose body was on fire was knocked away by a war horse.

He also saw the morning sun shining through the dust raised by the horses' hooves, and the light was very similar to the yellow halo that the evening glow cast on his wife's hair.

"My name is... Dispersed in the Wind... I am Su... a member of the tribe..."

He murmured, trying to get his attention away from the yellow halo, trying to stand up and mount his horse again.

Too bad he can't.

He just felt that his eyes were getting darker and darker, and the light was getting dimmer.

The chest that was chilled just now became more and more painful and stuffy.

Then, he fell into a dark world, and there was no neighing of war horses and wailing of clansmen in his ears.

He is called Fengzhongcai, he is a warrior of the Sioux tribe, and he has been the patriarch for a day.

He... died in a sneak attack by the British and French forces.

(End of this chapter)