Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 506 Intervention
In the winter of 1705, Queen Anne, who had been on the throne for three years, finally turned her attention to this draft that had not been implemented for a long time.

As the advocate of this draft, Brutus Malfoy immediately responded positively.

The patriarchs of a group of pure blood and non-pure blood families were gathered by him to discuss the final bottom line of the wizards.

As for those wizards who did not rely on their families and survived like stragglers, they gave up on them.

When the news reached Gump, Voldemort naturally knew it too.

He was surprised that the mysterious person still hadn't appeared, but he couldn't make any further comments.

As for my idea of ​​playing that mysterious person...

Hehe, if he didn't even have a soul, maybe he really felt that he was that one.

Unintentionally and unable to change this fact, Voldemort chose to guide Ulrich into a place he was familiar with - the Pyramid of Khufu.

Voldemort wondered if it had always been as he had seen it here.

And for Urik, this is also a very good place to explore.

When they came here across the mountains and seas, something unexpected happened to Voldemort:

The Rajdev I of this world actually predicted his arrival.

"I was ordered to guard here and welcome your return."

He knelt respectfully on one knee and said to Voldemort who was placed in the golden ball on Ulric's waist.

"Order?"

A boa constrictor composed of black mist protruded from the golden ball, the snake's head seemed to have doubts in its eyes, "Whose order?"

"Sorry, Your Majesty, I can't say yet."

Rajdev I's head was lowered down, which made Voldemort, who was condescending and paying attention to him, only see the golden snake head extending upwards along his neck.

The silent gaze did not make Rajdev I change his mind, and until the end, he did not say whose order he was following.

But this scene aroused Urick's curiosity. He was surprised that Voldemort was honored as His Majesty, and he was also surprised that he had such a powerful servant here.

"This was unexpected, Urik, just like my coming here was also an accident."

Facing Urick's curious inquiry, Voldemort did not give a more specific answer.

He didn't want to reveal his name, his past, his experiences.

And when he entered the pyramid again and arrived at the room with the coffin, a scene that stunned him again appeared.

The coffins of this period were actually open.

And inside, although it cannot be said to be empty, it is not too bad.

"Has it been stolen?" Yurik was surprised by what he saw, then shook his head and said to himself, "No, there is no trace of being stolen."

At the moment he spoke, Voldemort blessed his soul, wrapped his consciousness with the Dark Mark, and released the golden ball.

"Where are you going?" Urik asked in surprise.

Voldemort didn't give an answer, but went straight to the coffin.

When he approached the coffin, the desire in his heart became stronger.

He didn't hesitate anymore, and went directly into the coffin, letting the white gauze inside wrap him around.

"Boom!!!"

The lid of the coffin moved by itself, and slowly rose into the air under Ulrich's surprised gaze.

Slowly, endless power of faith emerged from the void, slowly wrapping the coffin, turning it into what Voldemort had seen in the future.

"Are...are you alright?" Yurik asked softly, hesitantly.

That gesture looked like it was afraid that the sound would be too loud and shake the coffin down.

"It feels great, Yurik, and I think this is where I end up."

Feeling the return of the soul from nothingness, Voldemort replied comfortably.

"The final destination?" Urik asked inexplicably.

"Yes, Urik, although I don't understand the reason for all this, but this is the place of resurrection prepared for me, and it seems that it is more complicated than the resurrection potion."

Voldemort's voice came from the coffin with a rumbling echo.

"Then you...are you leaving?"

There was reluctance on Urik's face, and it could be seen that he was very dependent on Voldemort.

Perhaps, this stems from Voldemort's guidance on the dark arts when he was a minor.

"No... wait, maybe I need to go out."

Voldemort suddenly changed his mind, making Ulrich's face look relieved and joyful.

"Urik, are you ready to become England's Minister of Magic?"

The joyful Ulrich was stunned by Voldemort's question, he didn't understand what Voldemort meant at all.

"England's Minister of Magic?" Ulrich exclaimed, "I've never heard of this position."

"It'll be there soon, Urik."

Voldemort's voice came again, and at the same time, the veil of faith dripped down the coffin like mercury.

It was dripping at the beginning, but slowly it became silky, and finally it just splashed down.

The veil of faith that fell was still colorful black, but in shape, it gradually became a human shape.

The facial features are blurred, and the body is a little empty, but there is a captivating charm in every gesture.

"Is this you?" Urik asked in surprise.

Voldemort looked down at his body, and said, "I used to be just like you, but before I am fully resurrected, it seems that I can only be like this."

As he said this, he looked up at the coffin.

The veil of faith on it is dim in color, but the power of faith in the void is constantly replenishing it with energy, and it will recover soon.

Looking away from the diadem above his head, Voldemort paused in thought.

He was still a little unsure whether to do this, but the mysterious man refused to appear for a long time, and history was about to change, so he still wanted to be prepared.

Coincidentally, the power of faith contained in the crown was enough for him to squander it for a while.

This made him vaguely realize that he might be the "man without a name" that Lucius Malfoy said.

Why this is so, he can't explain clearly, and he can't figure it out.

But everything is so logical, he couldn't help but think otherwise and do it this way.

"We need to go to Malfoy Manor, if I remember the location correctly."

Voldemort said, with his right arm slightly open, "Take my hand, Urick, Apparate Intercontinental, I don't think you can do it yet."

"Oh, yes, but...we're going..." Urick said incoherently, he couldn't understand what Voldemort was thinking.

"On the road, Yurik, every time I delay, it consumes my rare energy."

As Voldemort said, he couldn't help looking up at the coffin.

The power of faith around him is endless, and the number of Death Eaters is definitely not enough to provide so much power of faith.

So where do these powers of faith come from?

(End of this chapter)