Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 77 Il-76 Transport Aircraft

Siberia, a secret base somewhere in a storm.

Voldemort walked with one foot deep and one foot shallow, stopping from time to time to judge the direction.

"This damn weather, if the benefits are not big enough, I won't come back if I'm killed."

He complained about the wind and snow, and walked forward against the wind with his head down.

I don't know how far or how long he walked, but finally, he was fixed in place with the muzzle of a soldier who jumped out of the snowdrift.

"Finally found you." Voldemort didn't panic, he just yelled loudly, "It was too snowy and my car broke down, so I had to come here on foot."

"Who are you?" A soldier not far away asked him in Russian.

"Special envoy, I need to communicate with your highest officials about the two Il-76 transport planes." Voldemort replied in his unproficient Russian.

"Your ID." After the soldier finished speaking, before Voldemort could make a move, he immediately raised his gun and said, "Don't move, let my companion come."

Voldemort nodded, and then saw another soldier emerging from the snow not far away—isn't it cold to hide in the snow in this cold weather?
"Where is it?" No.2 soldier approached him and asked.

"The chest pocket, you can find it by touching it." He replied loudly. At the same time, he raised his right hand upside down and held the wand upside down in the sleeve. He used the silent spell and activated the Imperius Curse.

"There is no problem with the certificate, and the rank is very high." The soldier under control shouted to his comrades, "I will take him in, and you continue to guard."

The soldier who spoke first nodded, then hid again.

Voldemort followed the controlled soldiers and walked deep into the secret base.

On the way, he quietly used the memory spell to alter the soldier's memory, directly making the soldier believe and agree with him.

Not long after, levels began to appear, and Voldemort used the Imperius Curse and Memory Curse all the way forward, and he was careful not to let this process cause any problems.

"The higher-ups asked me to accompany me to avoid accidents. You know these things are very important."

Facing the supreme officer, Voldemort also cast spells repeatedly, but his behavior seemed normal.

"Okay, everything is according to your orders." The top official of the secret base said.

Voldemort nodded, looking into the distance from the high platform, two Il-76 transport planes were parked at the airport.

The hatch of the transport plane was open, and the soldiers were carrying something, which looked very heavy.

"I need to check the quantity, so I went to wait in the plane first." Voldemort said to the supreme officer.

"You can do whatever you want, Ostrovsky," said the supreme officer.

When Voldemort left, some military officers suggested to the supreme officer to check Voldemort's identity through telegrams.

"It's not necessary at all. I saw him at the dance held by the officer." The supreme officer said again, "And don't add trouble, be careful that the telegram is monitored."

So far, no one has made any comments. The senior officials of several secret bases just drank vodka and watched the loading of the Il-76 transport plane.

"I'm going to meet the pilot of this transport plane first, I want to make sure they are credible."

Under the leadership of the messenger, Voldemort first boarded a plane, met a pilot, and then used a memory spell on him-obeying the order of another plane pilot.

After that, he came to another transport plane and met the driver of this transport plane.

"It's so windy and snowy, is there no problem taking off?" Voldemort asked worriedly.

He only has two days, because he has to go back to school the day after tomorrow. If the trip is delayed due to wind and snow, it will be difficult for him to explain when he goes back.

"No problem, sir," said the pilot confidently. "I've had enough vodka to keep me calm and clear."

Voldemort immediately showed his thumb and gave him a big thumbs up.

"Give me an umbrella bag, no, two."

He turned his head and said to the correspondent following him.

……

Two Il-76 transport planes, each loaded with more than 40 tons of cargo, flew into the sky under Voldemort's terrified gaze.

"Nice job, Quirrell, you are calm enough." After regaining control of his body, Voldemort said so.

When the transport plane just took off, he handed over the control of his body to Quirrell. If something unexpected happened, he asked Quirrell to use Apparition to leave before then...

He didn't want to lose his way in the middle of starting a business.

All went well, and Voldemort began to wait quietly.

Half an hour later, he found the driver: "The landing point has changed, emergency notification, the location is..."

He didn't finish his sentence, and before the pilot could reply, the magic immediately followed - he was never stingy about using magic on Muggles, let the English Ministry of Magic go to hell, this is not their airspace.

"Okay, sir, I see."

After the driver finished speaking, he contacted another transport plane, and then the two Il-76 transport planes began to turn in the air.

Voldemort couldn't understand the densely packed instruments in the cabin, and he didn't know whether the plane was moving towards his goal, anyway, he believed in magic.

"Quirrell, come out. If there is an impact or other circumstances, flash decisively." Voldemort retreated to the second line again, and gave control of his body to Quirrell.

Although he controlled the two transport planes, he couldn't control the people who supervised the flight path, so he had to be prepared for accidents.

If something really happened, these goods would naturally no longer belong to him, but he didn't care.

It's just a windfall, I'm lucky if I get it, but my life is lost.

Fortunately, the journey went smoothly, and soon the plane began to descend, and finally stopped at a seemingly simple airport-only one runway and few other buildings.

It was improvised, of course, and preparations had begun months before.

"Sir, who are these people?"

Looking at the soldiers who unloaded the cargo spontaneously below, the driver and other personnel were all confused.

"Trustworthy ones, son, you've done your job."

No more words, the memory spell is delivered, and I wish you all the best.

After unloading the goods, Voldemort followed these unknown people into the car and left directly.

And the two transport planes took off again and returned - they only remembered that they had completed their mission and did not change their course. As for the subsequent troubles...

Who cares, no one is a good person anyway, and no one dares to expose the matter.

Is it a crime to rob a thief?
At most it is called upholding justice.

……

"These people are believable, aren't they?" Voldemort asked the masked man sitting beside him in the back seat of the snowmobile.

"Of course, sir, their team has a reputation guarantee, and we all know their true identities, and the price we paid is not low."

Bokis's voice came from behind the mask, both excited and proud—too bad, he still can't believe that he actually robbed the most powerful country on this planet.

Even though this country has been broken, its former glory is still in people's mind.

　Hit... Hit... Robbery, monthly pass, recommendation, collection, all tell me the password...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)