"Funny, funny, so funny, Bertha, this is so funny..."
Voldemort's deep voice sounded, and the protracted tone seemed to lower the lights a bit, filling the whole room with a depressing atmosphere.
"I don't quite understand, Lord Dark Lord..."
Bertha, sitting alone in front of her chair, answered in a confused voice.
In front of her was a variety of information about the local Magical Congress of Ilvermorny that she had collected during this period, from its founding to its rise.
"I ignored it...I thought this place was just an inconspicuous, deserted place, a poor imitation of Hogwarts..."
To her surprise, the arrogant Dark Lord actually admitted his mistake.
"It was like a powder keg - if we lit a spark, boom, everything exploded."
Bertha's hands moved unconsciously, causing the books that had been read to open by themselves, revealing lines of writing.
"Look at this, Bertha...what a wonderful title."
"The Puritans who specialize in hunting wizards, the Purifiers who dared to do anything for Galleons and were expelled, the Rappaport Law that was only abolished in 1965 and which was absolutely isolated from Muggles..."
"Bertha, do you know what this means?"
Before Bertha could respond, Voldemort had already answered, "This is a paradise for pure bloods."
The so-called ancestral law is immutable because the interests of too many vested interests have been harmed. And how many conservative interests were harmed by the repeal of Rappaport's law in 1965?
Even better, because of the Rappaport Law that was strictly enforced after it was enacted in 1790, if he was not so determined to investigate the bloodlines of those wizards, he would easily gain a group of 'pure bloods'.
'That old dog Lucius has done a good deed...'
The guy who was imprisoned in Azkaban waiting for his master's redemption had no way of protesting that the supporters here were not so pure pure blood.
Of course, there was no need to talk about this idea to stupid Bertha.
Recover your strength, master the two 'brothers' who have been waiting for you for a long time, find new servants, and then control the magical society here, go to Azkaban to separate the group of servants who are loyal to you and the group of cunning beings. Pick up the guy Lucius betrayed...
"good, very good…"
"The top of Mount Greylock in western Massachusetts, right?"
Tom smiled contemptuously, "Stupid guys, in order to show their history, they even have the courage to write the school address in the book... Which of the three major magic schools in Europe doesn't hide the campus? These guys... don't It should be the administrator of this school."
"Bertha."
Tom suddenly ended his soliloquy and shouted to Bertha.
"Lord Dark Lord?"
"Go spread the word, those idiots are eager to prove themselves."
"What news are you spreading, Lord Dark Lord?"
"…"
Voldemort was stunned for a moment, and finally discovered Lucius's few advantages.
"Didn't the latest newspaper we saw say that the Triwizard Tournament is being held in Europe? Let's spread the news more widely - let everyone think that the European Ministry of Magic thinks these North American guys are second-rate. Wizards, even Ilvermorny are poor imitators and have no historical background at all."
Regardless of the founder, the short history, or the branches, they all reveal an aura that is lower than Hogwarts.
The nouveau riche prefer to prove themselves. This is the case in the UK, and here is no exception - he couldn't help but think of the lady he met when he got the locket passed down from his family. Oh, no, it seems that she is not a nouveau riche?
But that's not important anymore. What's important is that he seems to be succeeding again this time.
"Tell them that these country bumpkins are not worthy of participating in a high-level competition like the Triwizard Tournament. Even if they do, they will only die on the field."
"To be precise, many people think that the cowards here simply don't have the courage to participate."
"By the way, let me mention again the news that they were almost played by Grindelwald alone..."
Voldemort spoke slowly, like a poisonous snake showing its slender fangs.
"Yes, Lord Dark Lord... But they will probably only be angry, right?"
Bertha was a little unsure.
"They will be angry, but they want to prove themselves more - they want to be Ilvermorny rather than little Hogwarts... However, in order to ensure that they will do that, we should probably help a little more."
"For example, it would be different if the local Auror secretly found a report from the Ministry of Magic staff's bag that Ilvermorny was not suitable to participate in the Triwizard Tournament... If this tournament is restarted, Europe plans to learn from If we conduct on-the-spot research to expand that damn international Muggle movement..."
The Triwizard Tournament is a legendary competition. These Ilvermornys are developing rapidly. As long as this kind of historical competition is encouraged, they will at least send people to tentatively negotiate, especially if the other party secretly reveals the possibility of joining. in the case of.
"But the ministry has no such plan..."
Bertha obviously didn't understand what he was going to do, but Tom was used to it.
"Who knows, Bertha, who would be so stupid as to check the stolen information... The rotten Ministry of Magic will only think that it is an investigation to maintain basic dignity."
"If they succeed, that would be the best. A group of outstanding professors and the principal will go to Hogwarts together. If they fail, the negotiating team will have to include at least several strong and powerful professors and a vice principal. "
After the start of the school year, loopholes naturally appeared in the school's defense system - places where a group of people interacted could not maintain such a high alert level.
The absence of strong manpower makes his actions more convenient. Whether it is negotiating or participating in competitions, Ilvermorny cannot send a group of losers to embarrass people.
He is very good at creating opportunities when there are no opportunities.
Ilvermorny was offered the possibility of participating in the Triwizard Tournament, and it was fitting that he received the wand he had been waiting for so long.
"Is this okay?"
"Of course, Bertha..."
Voldemort said softly, as if everything was in his plan.
"But... we don't have much money anymore."
Bertha hesitated and told something terrible.
"There's not much money—what's going on?"
"That's right, I have almost spent all the money for my trip, including ferry tickets, food, accommodation...those books are still very expensive..."
Bertha said cautiously, "The Daily Prophet here actually calculates money according to Xi Ke. Lord Dark Lord, they are really too evil."
"But what does this have to do with spreading news?"
"We have to spend money to buy it..."
"You are a wizard, Bertha!"
Tom suppressed his anger, "Imperius Curse! Imperius Curse!"
ps: There will be more in the afternoon...