Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

The third time he said this word, Voldemort became much calmer.

Although I don’t understand why the God of Death curses people, it at least proves that that person may not be some extraordinary person.

Maybe on the other side of the curtain, there was just an old wizard who was half dead and missing half of his teeth.

He relied on some special means to fool some ignorant wizards into performing such a ritual.

Of course, the person opposite should have lived long enough, otherwise he wouldn't be able to fool so many people.

"Quiet, quiet..."

The death hall was in complete chaos, and people were talking about something in groups.

Some of them were excited, some were eager, and some were just sitting still, looking like they were stupid.

Perhaps the faith of those people has collapsed, after all, their vision has become dim.

Voldemort was too lazy to get involved anymore. He felt that these were just a group of lunatics, no better than Death Eaters.

"If nothing happens, Director, I will leave first."

Voldemort felt that there was no point in continuing to stay here.

Maybe these people will end up getting angry at themselves and get into trouble.

"Of course, but Mr. Sylvester, did he really say that?" Director Whitebeard quickly confirmed again.

"If there's nothing wrong with my ears, that person must be right."

Voldemort wouldn't use the word "him", it would make him look stupid.

Especially after he had the idea that there was an old-fashioned wizard sitting behind the curtain, he was even more reluctant to call him that.

"Well, this is indeed a bit beyond our imagination."

Director Whitebeard said with a grimace, but he had no intention of stopping Voldemort from leaving.

"In any case, please consider joining the Silent People team. I am always waiting for news from you."

Voldemort nodded, indicating that he would seriously consider it, and then left along the stone steps without hesitation.

"We can't let him go."

"This must be his lie, his blasphemy."

"Keep him, judge him, take him to the Hall of Brains, Death will give us the answer."

Seeing that Voldemort was about to leave, the crowd instantly rioted, and some people had already picked up their wands.

"Are you going to ignore the rules of the Silent Man?"

Director Whitebeard's voice sounded again, and that voice was filled with rage and majesty that Voldemort had never felt before.

He turned around and saw that the white-bearded director also raised his wand and glanced at everyone with fierce eyes.

There were still small discussions, but there was no one left to stop Voldemort from leaving.

"Mr. Sylvester, please feel free to leave. The Silent People never attack those who can listen to the Holy Word."

Whitebeard loudly comforted Voldemort, but in fact, Voldemort didn't care about these clowns.

Indeed, what should we care about a group of wizards who are even more ignorant than Death Eaters?

He nodded to Whitebeard, thanked him politely, and left with steady steps.

Whitebeard kept watching Voldemort's back until he left, and then asked everyone to be quiet again.

Voldemort doesn't know how Whitebeard will deal with what happens next.

But he had the idea of ​​​​arranging for people to enter here.

After all, such a group of fools still have a lot of influence.

If he could win over them, the benefits would be no worse than fully controlling the pure-blooded family in England.

The most important thing is that these people are very stupid and should be easy to control.

Of course, this group of people may not support him because of their beliefs.

But it doesn't matter, Voldemort is just trying to make ends meet, and he doesn't pay too much attention to the results.

"It's just...who should be sent?"

Voldemort thought about it, but couldn't think of a good candidate for a while.

There are still too few talents among the Death Eaters.

…

Malfoy Manor.

When Voldemort walked in from the front door, he saw a familiar figure in the distance.

"Dark Lord, I come to see you."

The figure quickly stepped forward, knelt on one knee in front of Voldemort, took his hand and kissed him.

Voldemort nodded slightly, but looked at Bella further away.

Her messy hair has improved, but she looks even more haggard than when I saw her yesterday.

Voldemort knew that it was because of his clear statement that he broke this woman's heart.

"I hope you can come out of the shadows soon, Bella. You are still an indispensable member of the Death Eaters."

Voldemort blessed in his heart and looked away from Bella, looking at Snape who was kneeling in front of him.

"Get up, Severus."

His voice was cold and Snape shuddered, but Voldemort didn't care.

Lin Zuo liked Snape very much.

In other words, people in Lin Zuo's world all liked this tragic man.

This sentiment once affected Voldemort, but now this influence has disappeared.

But even so, Voldemort still admired the man in front of him.

They may no longer be together, but there's no need for them to be enemies.

Voldemort's ambition is not to eliminate all wizards.

"Follow me."

He said lightly, avoided Snape who had not yet gotten up, and walked towards the small building where he lived.

On the way, Narcissa suddenly left Bella and walked over quickly.

She knelt on one knee in front of Voldemort without saying a word, but Voldemort understood what she meant.

"Narcissa, this is not the time."

Voldemort said lightly and walked past her.

"Woo~"

Bella's cries could be heard in the distance.

From the corner of his eye, Voldemort saw the woman running toward the castle with her face covered.

Lucius, Abu, Old Nott, and some children all looked at Voldemort.

But Voldemort walked around the castle without squinting and walked directly to the small building at the back.

He knew what he was doing was ruthless, but if he procrastinated, it would only make things more complicated.

Instead of doing this, it would be better to cut it off in two.

After all, only a sharp knife can cut through the mess.

He walked into the small building with a complicated mood, and only Snape followed him silently.

He also noticed the scene just now.

Moreover, this smart guy even deduced from the sudden acceleration of Voldemort's pace after entering the small building that the Dark Lord's heart was not as calm as he showed.

“Though things have changed again, the human touch remains.”

He thought in his mind, and also quickened his pace to follow Voldemort upstairs.

"Sit anywhere."

Voldemort said as he entered the study and took off his black robe.

"Yes, Dark Lord."

Snape replied, then came to the opposite side of the desk and sat down politely.

He didn't dare face the Dark Lord like he did Dumbledore.

If he had to choose to stand, Voldemort probably wouldn't mind letting him talk lying down.

"Severus, your arrival surprises me."

Voldemort sat down behind his desk and said after heaving a sigh of relief.

Snape cautiously watched Voldemort's every move with his peripheral vision.

He judged that Voldemort must have just experienced something very important, otherwise he would not have made such an obvious relaxation move just after returning here.

"I should have come earlier, Dark Lord."

Snape said this and was about to stand up and salute again, but Voldemort waved his hand to signal him not to move.

"You misunderstood me, Severus. I'm surprised, not because you came early or late, but..."

Voldemort frowned slightly, stared at the other person and said, "How can I trust you, Severus?"