Hogwarts: I am Voldemort - Chapter 538

c538 Extraterrestrial visitors

Voldemort is good at patience, which stems from Riddle’s experience.

Wu’s Orphanage was not a kind place, and he had already gained a lot of status there at the age of eleven.

What does this rely on?

Brave?

No, it’s patience.

During countless hungry nights, he told himself to hold back.

Waiting to grow up, waiting to become stronger, waiting for the chance to make a comeback.

Finally, he waited, and he conquered it.

But now, he still needs to wait.

Waiting for the death of Grindelwald, waiting to find the opportunity to resist death, waiting for his own awakening to advance to a higher-dimensional life.

Life is an infinite cycle, and his main rhythm is patience.

The night was as cold as water, and Voldemort was sitting alone in a rocking chair on the tower of Gunter Castle.

“Creak~Creak~”

The wooden rocking chair made a slight sound as it swung, not urgently nor slowly.

There is a half-finished rune lingering on Voldemort’s finger, and no one can understand its meaning.

“Kakaka~~”

The sound of high heels stepping on the stairs came, and the rocking chair slowly stopped.

Voldemort turned around and saw Gemma Farley, his secretary.

“What’s the matter?” Voldemort asked first before the other party could speak.

“A letter addressed to the Sphinx and signed to Rajdev I,” Gemma replied.

Voldemort raised his eyebrows and said, “What did you say?”

“I haven’t opened it yet, Your Majesty.”

“give it to me.”

Gemma Farley immediately walked towards Voldemort and handed over the wax-sealed parchment in her hand.

Voldemort glanced at the wax seal, then twisted it open and unfolded the parchment.

There wasn’t much text on the paper, but the content still made Voldemort sit up from his rocking chair.

“Gemma, tell Bella and…Draco to have them come to me.”

Voldemort obviously hesitated when he mentioned Draco, but finally said the name.

Naturally, Gemma would not ask the reason for Voldemort’s hesitation, but directly turned around to inform the two of them.

Soon after, the two appeared in front of Voldemort. Bella was as beautiful as ever, but Draco, who looked too decadent to look at.

Voldemort pursed his lips and resisted the thought of scolding the other party.

“I’m going to the Pyramid of Khufu, so hold on to me.”

Without any more words, Voldemort went straight to the point.

Both of them grabbed Voldemort, and then after a strong wave of magic, they disappeared.

Appearing again, he has arrived inside the Pyramid of Khufu. The location is exactly the hall where Voldemort was resurrected.

At this time, there were many more coffins in the hall, all floating quietly in the air.

“When did they appear?” Bella asked in surprise.

Voldemort shook his head and said he didn’t know either.

Draco seemed to be shocked by the scene in front of him, and finally his face was no longer just decadent.

And just when Voldemort was about to step forward to check out the coffins, one of them suddenly shook.

That coffin is at the forefront of the other coffins and has the most exquisite style.

Of course, it is definitely not as good as the one used by Voldemort when he was resurrected.

But even so, Voldemort was still sure that this coffin had an extraordinary status.

“Uh-huh.”

Bella took out her wand and cautiously took a step forward to Voldemort’s side and behind.

“Be patient, Bella, you shouldn’t be an enemy.”

Voldemort said softly, keeping his gaze on the shaking coffin.

The shock lasted for a while, and finally the coffin slowly cracked open, and then a small amount of blood emerged, dripping softly in the hall.

After that, a figure slowly sat up from the coffin.

When he first stood up, his body was filled with blood, but when he sat up completely, the blood had disappeared.

“Are you…Draco?”

Bella looked at the person in the coffin in surprise, then looked back at Draco in confusion.

He was not the only one who was surprised. Draco also stared wide-eyed at the man in the coffin who looked more than ten years older than him, but whose appearance was exactly the same as his.

“It’s me, the Black Queen.”

The man in the coffin smiled confidently and nodded to Bella, then looked at Voldemort, “Your Majesty, this is the first time we meet. I am your most loyal subordinate, the third knight Draco Malfoy.”

Voldemort also had some surprise on his face, but not much.

But Draco, who was behind him, was completely confused.

You are Draco, who am I?

Maybe this is what he was thinking at this time.

“The Third Knight, who is the Second Knight?” Voldemort asked slowly.

“Mr. Barty Crouch, Your Majesty, I admire his loyalty.”

“Draco” bowed slightly in the coffin, and when he stood up again, his bare upper body was already covered with a set of unique black robes.

“When will the others arrive?” Voldemort asked something that the other two could not understand, but he obviously had no idea of ​​explaining it.

“I’ll explore the way. If there’s no problem, I’ll pass the message to them through the curtain.” “Draco” said as he stepped out of the coffin.

After leaving the coffin, he did not go straight to Voldemort, but came to Draco.

“If I guess correctly, at this point in time, you have given up on Hermione, right?”

Facing “Draco’s” question, Draco, who originally looked confused, instantly changed to an expression of disgust and hatred.

“You still have the face to get angry, you’re such a loser.”

“Draco” commented disdainfully, then stretched out his hand, “Give me the wand.”

“What did you say?” Draco asked dissatisfied.

“Damn your wand, have you become deaf at such a young age?” Draco asked in a louder voice.

Even Voldemort didn’t know what to say about this weird scene.

But Bella looked more interested. In fact, her thoughts were attracted by the title of “Black Queen”.

“I……”

Draco’s aura was a little weak. He turned his head and glanced at Voldemort, but the latter didn’t give him any advice.

“You need to make your own decisions, Draco, the Dark Lord needs helpers, not children.”

“Draco” criticized again, then reached out and grabbed the wand from Draco’s waist.

During this period, Draco tried to resist, but “Draco” just turned his wrist and pushed Draco’s hand aside.

This detail made Voldemort realize that the “Draco” in front of him had excellent melee capabilities.

“Aren’t you the future Draco of this world?” Voldemort asked.

“He died in the battle a long time ago. Your Majesty, I come from another world, a darker world.”

“Draco” replied with a smile, and inserted the wand in his waist where he could easily draw it out, “Your Majesty, I need to temporarily take over the Death Eater organization, is that okay?”

He was very confident, and although his tone was inquiring, his expression was a bit unforgiving.

This made Voldemort feel a little unhappy, but he suppressed it instantly.

“Okay, I will take you to see Neville. He is currently in charge of the Death Eaters.” Voldemort returned.