"Nott, have Crouch prepare a few Portkeys for trips to Egypt."
As soon as he returned to the small building, Voldemort summoned Old Nott and instructed him, "Keep it discreet. No one but you and Crouch must know."
Old Nott immediately nodded and rose to ask, "Where should they be set?"
"Near the Pyramid of Khufu," Voldemort replied.
Old Nott asked no more questions. He rose and left at once.
Voldemort's old classmate had always been a man of action.
Voldemort had chosen to have Crouch handle this because of his position.
As Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation at the British Ministry of Magic, he had the means to discreetly obtain several long-distance Portkeys.
As for why he no longer asked Gamp for help... Gamp was not one of his own, after all. Asking him would mean owing him a favor, not to mention being looked down on.
Voldemort had never even considered using Apparition.
He could Apparate across continents.
But even for a powerful Dark wizard like him, it was an extremely dangerous undertaking.
Take Expelliarmus, for example. The spell's purpose was merely to disarm an opponent.
Could it kill someone?
Yes.
But it took far too much magic, and the results were far from satisfactory.
No wizard would use Expelliarmus to kill unless absolutely necessary.
For the same reason, Voldemort was unwilling to travel between continents by Apparition.
"Knock, knock, knock."
Old Nott had barely left when someone knocked on the study door.
"Come in."
Voldemort placed the Divine Script Dictionary he had just taken out on the desk and looked up at the doorway.
It was Senior Abhu, here to report on the work of uniting the Pure-blood families.
"After we hinted that you had returned, more and more Pure-blood families became willing to