Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"Real, true, true."

Ms. Uta Hagen, founder of HB Acting Studio in New York and winner of two Tony Awards for Best Actress, pointed hard at her chest with every accent.

"Performance is not deception, hypocrisy, or pretense. Even if you have even a hint of such thoughts, your performance has already failed."

Quirrell nodded seriously and kept all this in mind.

The time has come to July 20, and there is only one day left before meeting Albus Dumbledore.

Today is Chilo's last acting class.

"At the end of the course, I still want to emphasize that performance is a 'subconscious' that is completed both internally and externally."

"You don't have to control every tiny movement of yours - if you do, it will look fake - and you can't just focus on your heart, which will make your performance divorced from reality."

"Look at the opponent, look at the environment, whether it's inner feelings or external behavior, it's not deliberate, it's stressful. As long as it's natural, it's correct."

Quirrell nodded solemnly again, looking like a well-behaved and hard-working student - in fact, he was already acting, playing a Muggle who aspired to become an actor.

So far, it seems to be working well.

"Then, all the courses end here. I hope you can apply my acting method to British drama. This is my honor."

Ms. Hagen smiled at him and announced that the class was over.

Voldemort instantly took over the body, stood up to express his gratitude, and said: "For the later funding of HB Performance Studio, the Riddle Foundation will be contacted, so don't worry, teacher."

Ms. Hagen nodded and didn't say anything more about money. She just gave a few instructions on performance precautions before bidding farewell to Voldemort.

Not long after she left, Voldemort also walked out of 36 Hall Street.

…

Coleman Street, City of London.

Voldemort, who was surrounded by several people, looked up at the brand new gilded signboard on the eight-story building next to him - the Riddle Consortium.

"Very good, Porchis."

Voldemort's compliment made the tall and lanky Keen Porches flush with excitement.

He calmed down, motioned to the people next to him to stay away, and then whispered to Voldemort: "Mr. Riddle, regarding what happened at night, Pierre and the dog..."

"Let's talk about this later."

Voldemort waved his hand and did not discuss this issue with him in detail, "But I want to say, Porchis, you must be more calm, otherwise even if you represent my will, you will not be respected by everyone."

Gene Pochis followed Voldemort's gaze and looked aside in surprise. Sure enough, several people far away from them were muttering something in a low voice, presumably not to praise him.

"I understand, Mr. Riddle." Porchis nodded fiercely, and then glared at several financial project leaders in the distance, but those people did not respond to him.

"Let's go to the meeting."

Voldemort said, taking the lead to walk into the Riddle Building, followed by everyone.

In fact, he did not spend money to buy this eight-story building with a large area. Instead, he only rented the highest floor and the naming rights of the building.

Everyone went up to the eighth floor and soon arrived at the conference room. Voldemort sat at the head, and Porchis sat behind him. The others sat down for the first time and began to report on the progress of the work.

"It will take another month to set up the insurance company. We have chosen WPP for the preliminary publicity. In terms of finance..."

Voldemort simply recorded the key contents, stopping from time to time and asking for some information that he could not understand.

By the time this person's report was over, the second person was already eager to try.

"Apple is in a downturn, but they don't need capital injection. However, when we proposed to acquire technology and invest in technology, we got their approval..."

"Wait a minute."

Voldemort stopped and said, "What does investing in technology mean?"

"We acquire technology and provide it to Apple for free. If the technology is useful, we will exchange it for shares based on the profits or the effectiveness..."

Voldemort frowned when he heard this. As far as he knew, Apple would not be able to get out of the downturn until 1997 - he judged it based on the year Jobs returned - such a long-term investment in technology may not necessarily pay off...

"Mr. Riddle."

Seeing Voldemort's frown, the person in charge hurriedly explained, "We will select the technology, and once Apple feels that the technology is useless, we will put it under the banner of Riddle Internet Technology Company."

After hearing this explanation, Voldemort reluctantly nodded, agreeing to his request, and motioned for him to continue.

In addition to Apple, other Internet companies known to Voldemort will naturally also be paid attention to, but now there are no companies that can acquire large amounts of shares, so they can only take their time.

After the person in charge elaborated, several more people spoke in turn, covering the following fields:

Banking, mining, real estate, education, science, wineries...

There are so many types, which sounds overwhelming to Voldemort, but in order to make money, he can only expand his business scope. After all, as a time traveler, he has some advanced knowledge in all aspects.

If you let him do it, he may not be able to accomplish anything, but commanding from a high place is still very foreseeable.

What's more, these are his plans for the future, and he doesn't expect to make money from these transactions in the short term.

Primitive accumulation, Voldemort has completed, the method is simple and direct - magic.

As a master of [Legilimency], he always has a way to convince others, and when he convinces a rich man, a drop of water will soon infect a river, and a river will enter a sea...

"Give me the money, which will grow at ten percent compound interest every year. Sign the contract in the name of the Riddle family, and you will get inexhaustible wealth."

Those charming words made the Riddle family, which only existed in a few pictures, extremely reliable.

Tens of thousands of dollars of wealth have continuously entered the Riddell Consortium, allowing this consortium that was only established for two months to develop rapidly.

As for how to repay...

"The investment company has invested 80% of its property in Soviet Russia. If Soviet Russia is really as you predicted..."

"This is the inevitable outcome."

Voldemort coldly interrupted him and asked, "Why eighty percent and not one hundred percent?"

"Forehead……"

The person in charge was so frightened by Voldemort's gaze that he shivered, and after a while he said, "We want to hedge, because 90% of the consortium's funds are in Liddell Investment Company. Once..."

"No one, I told you."

Voldemort's voice was still cold, and everyone was silent, "Time waits for no one, the remaining 20% ​​must be invested within a month, do you understand?"

We are already very close to that happening. If we can't get the maximum benefit, if we want to get such benefits again...

"I understand, Mr. Riddle, we will do it immediately."

After the person in charge finished speaking, he stood up and left in a hurry.

Voldemort waved his hand, and everyone else followed, except for Kean Porches.

"Mr. Riddle, regarding tonight..."

"We'll discuss this later."

Voldemort waved his hand, interrupted him, and said, "Porges, you have to tell me, how is your relationship with Shashurin?"

"very good."

Pochs immediately said, "He loves money very much. I didn't withhold any of the money you gave me. I gave it all to him. He said he would let me know in advance when he takes action next time."

Voldemort nodded and said: "We must follow up on this matter closely. This is very important."

Porchis nodded fiercely to show that he understood.

"All right."

Voldemort took a deep breath and stood up, "Go to Surrey County. We will talk about your son and the dog, as well as the arrangements for the Dursley family on the way."

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