Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

The wand flicked back slightly, and the mask fell off the woman's face.

A face full of wrinkles appeared, and Voldemort frowned unconsciously.

In his memory, he seemed to have some impression of this face, but he couldn't remember exactly who this person was.

"May I have your name?"

Voldemort asked, raising his wand warily.

He was afraid that those people would come back and fight back, so he didn't dare to relax too much.

The old woman didn't speak, and her face had no expression, but her body was twitching slightly.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly and threw a perception magic at the other party.

"Damn it."

He roared angrily and used a magic again, forcing the other party to open his mouth.

Sure enough, one of her teeth was cracked and a bad smell was coming out.

This old woman actually took the poison decisively at the moment when she couldn't escape.

"Uh-huh."

The wand was waved, and the medical spell fell on the old woman, slowing down the twitching of her body.

But this could not completely heal the opponent. The poison was extremely powerful and the medical spell was powerless.

"Uh-huh."

The wand was waved again, this time the Legilimency Charm.

Voldemort wanted to find out this person's identity before she died, and it would be best to find out the power behind her.

Countless memories emerged, and Voldemort remembered this person's identity the moment he received the first memory fragment.

Ms. Hiddleston, saleswoman on the Hogwarts Express.

When he first entered school, Senior Abu introduced her to him.

He remembered that this man came from a pure-blood family, and was abandoned by his family because he married a poor Muggle. In the end, he had to make a living and became a train salesman.

While thinking, Voldemort did not stop the magic, and Ms. Hiddleston's memories were flooding into his mind crazily.

However, these memories are too ordinary and there is nothing special about them.

"It's the same as Lockhart's state. It seems like it needs to be more intense."

Voldemort murmured, preparing to increase his magic output.

But he suddenly stopped this action, even lifted the spell, turned around and took out the music box from his pocket.

"Ding, ding ding ding, ding, ding ding..."

The unique sound of music sounded, and Ms. Hiddleston's expression changed drastically as her body was frozen.

Voldemort smiled with satisfaction and raised his wand to use the Legilimency spell again.

However, before he could wave his wand, three figures suddenly appeared behind Hiddleston.

"Avada Kedavra."

As soon as the three men appeared, they raised their wands and attacked.

Faced with the Imperius Curse, Voldemort had to be cautious.

He didn't want to lose his life due to carelessness like Bella in Lin Zuo's memory.

However, Voldemort's cautious treatment had no effect.

Because the killing curse did not come from him, but came directly from Hiddleston.

"puff."

The green curse that hit Hiddleston first made her body go limp and she fell to the ground uncontrollably.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes.

Swinging his left hand, the three fingers turned into silver magic and flew towards the three of them.

At the same time, or rather earlier, he also waved his right hand and fired three magic spells, attacking the three of them.

It's a pity that the three of them were on guard against Voldemort's curse or the hidden silver magic power.

"Bang bang bang..."

After a series of collisions of magic spells, the three people decisively appeared.

Voldemort wanted to catch up at close range, but unfortunately the enemy didn't have a chance.

Professional, powerful, and decisive, this is Voldemort's evaluation of the three of them.

These people are not comparable to ordinary wizards.

Even Hiddleston, if it weren't for her old body weighing her down, Voldemort might not have been able to catch her so easily.

Looking at Hiddleston who had become a corpse, Voldemort had no idea of ​​stepping forward to check.

Being proficient in killing curses, he knew that this person had no hope of survival.

"Where did such a group of ruthless people come from?"

Voldemort couldn't help but murmured, thought for a moment, and disappeared from the spot.

Appearing again, he was already at the Riddle Consortium Building.

"These two addresses, check who rented it just now and what it was used for. Don't be afraid of spending money. I want you to give me the result as quickly as possible. I will wait here."

Voldemort gave Porchis the address of the coffee shop and the location where the TV was stored, and said to him.

Without saying a word, Porchis took the address and left immediately. Half an hour later, he got the result Voldemort wanted.

"A TV station, Dark Lord. Their person in charge is named William. He rented both places and said he wanted to put on a show." Porches said.

"William?" Voldemort frowned, "Do you know his last name?"

"William Jones, the Dark Lord, this is his full name." Porchis replied immediately.

"Jones?"

Voldemort murmured softly. He did not remember any pure-blood wizard with this surname.

"Where is he?" Voldemort asked.

Porchis immediately handed over a piece of paper, which was the address of an office.

"I have an appointment with him, and the reason is to buy time on their TV station." Pochs said quickly.

Voldemort nodded with satisfaction.

This Boqisi's company management is not very good, but he does think comprehensively when doing this kind of thing.

"well done."

Voldemort praised him, looked at the address again, thought about the general location, then turned around and disappeared.

When he appeared again, he was already at an intersection not far from the address.

He directly used magic to control a driver of a luxury car and let him drive to his destination.

Not far from the car, Voldemort saw a person jumping in the rearview mirror. He must be the real owner of this luxury car.

"If you lose your job, you can go to the Riddle Consortium to find Mr. Pochs, and just say that I asked you to go."

After Voldemort imprinted these words on the other party's memory, he got out of the car and entered the office building to look for the man named William.

He was not difficult to find, and even after Voldemort revealed his identity, he warmly invited Voldemort to his office.

But Voldemort didn't want to waste time and directly hit the opponent on the head with Legilimency.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

The memory flipped, and Voldemort quickly found the answer he wanted.

Unfortunately, the enemy was once again one step ahead and deleted this man's memory.

Yes, simply delete it rather than modify it.

This William was just used by those people.

He was not a wizard at all and had no involvement in the whole thing.

This is just a tool man, randomly selected and will not be used twice.

"Is he a silent person who acts quickly and decisively?"

Voldemort couldn't help but think about the Department of Mysteries. They were too powerful and their abilities were very strong.

More importantly, they were low-key enough, which fit perfectly with the image of the people he fought against.

"Go and ask the director?" Voldemort murmured.