Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

In the winter of 1705, Queen Anne, who had been on the throne for three years, finally looked at the draft that had not been implemented for a long time.

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

A group of pure-blood and non-pure-blood family patriarchs were gathered together by him to discuss the final bottom line for the wizards.

As for the larger number of wizards who did not rely on their families and lived like stragglers, they were abandoned by them.

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

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

As for the idea of ​​playing the mysterious person...

Haha, if he didn't even have a soul, he might really feel that he was the one.

Voldemort, who had no intention and was unable to change this fact, chose to guide Yurik into a place he was familiar with - the Pyramid of Khufu.

Voldemort wanted to know if this place was always as he saw it.

For Yurik, this is also a very good place to explore.

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

The Rajdev I of this world actually predicted his arrival.

"I am ordered to guard here and welcome you back."

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

"On orders?"

A python made of black mist poked out of the golden ball. The snake's head seemed to have doubts in its eyes, "Whose order is it?"

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

Rajdev I lowered his head, so that Voldemort, who was paying attention to him from above, could only see the golden snake head extending upwards along his neck.

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

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

"This is unexpected, Yurik, just like me coming here, it is also an accident."

Faced with Ulric's curious inquiry, Voldemort did not give a more specific answer.

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

And when he entered the pyramid again and came to the room with the coffin smoothly, a scene that shocked him again appeared.

The coffins of this period were actually open.

And inside, although it cannot be said to be empty, it is not much different.

"Has this place been robbed?" Yurick was surprised at what he saw, and then shook his head and said to himself, "No, there are no traces of being stolen."

At the moment he spoke, Voldemort blessed his soul, let the Dark Mark wrap around his consciousness, and released the golden ball.

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

Voldemort did not give an answer, but walked straight towards the coffin.

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

He no longer hesitated and went directly into the coffin, letting the white gauze ribbons wrapped around him inside.

"Boom!!!"

The lid of the coffin moved on its own and slowly lifted into the air under Yurik's surprised gaze.

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

"Are you...are you okay?" Yurick asked softly and hesitantly.

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

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

Voldemort felt his soul returning from nothingness and replied happily.

"The final destination?" Yurik asked without knowing why.

"Yes, Yurik, although I don't understand why all this is happening, this is the place of resurrection prepared for me, and it seems to be more complicated than the resurrection potion."

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

"Then you...won't leave?"

There was reluctance on Yurik's face, and it was obvious that he relied heavily on Voldemort.

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

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

Voldemort suddenly changed his mind, causing the heaviness on Ulric's face to disappear and become one of joy.

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

The delighted Ulric was stunned by Voldemort's question. He had no idea what Voldemort meant.

"Minister of Magic for England?" Ulric shouted. "I've never heard of this position."

"It will be soon, Yurik."

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

It was a drop at first, but slowly it became a thread, and finally it just splashed down.

The fallen veil of faith is still colorful black, but in shape, it slowly becomes a human shape.

His facial features are blurred and his body is a bit hollow, but his movements and gestures have a charm that captivates people.

"Is this you?" Yurik 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 this is all I can do."

He said this and looked up at the coffin.

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

Looking away from the crown above his head, Voldemort stopped and thought.

He was still a little unsure whether to do this, but the mysterious man refused to appear, 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 "person without a name" mentioned by Lucius Malfoy.

Why this was so, he couldn't explain or figure it out.

But everything was so logical that he couldn't help but think and do this.

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

Voldemort said, opening his right arm slightly, "Take my hand, Ulric, and do intercontinental Apparation. I don't think you can do it yet."

"Oh, yes, but...we are going..." Ulric said incoherently, he was a little confused about Voldemort's thoughts.

"I said on the way, Yurik, every time I delay for a while now, I am consuming my rare energy."

Voldemort said, and couldn't help but look up at the coffin.

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

So where does this power of faith come from?