Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"How did you do that? Oh my god, it's so organized."

Ludo Bagman, a tall, muscular man with round blue eyes, asked Percy in his loud voice.

The former international-level batsman was indeed surprised by Percy's methods.

Starting from the swamp to the farthest black forest where it meets the horizon, tents are set up in an orderly manner.

And those places that are still empty have grids painted with white plaster.

There is a set of letters and numbers in the middle of those grids, and people can rely on these numbers - they are in order - to find their location.

This is a big project. When Percy proposed this plan, as the Director of the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic in England, he was the first to stand up and oppose it.

There was no factional reason, and Bagman's simple mind could not accommodate those conspiracies.

The only reason he objected was that it was simply impossible to do.

But now, everything has been completed.

"Computers, machines, and hard-working staff, Director Bagman, this is not a complicated matter."

Percy said with a professional smile, and then pulled Porches beside him, "Of course, the biggest contributor is him, Gene Porches, all of this is his handiwork."

"Oh, Mr. Porchis, you should be in the Ministry of Magic, oh, of course, you probably already are."

Bagman exaggeratedly opened his arms and hugged Porchis, "Please forgive my ignorance, but I really don't remember which department you are from."

"I'm a Muggle, sir, I guess it's not hard to tell," Porches said with a smile.

Bagman's eyes widened in surprise. He looked at Percy with doubts, trying to figure out what was going on.

"The W.O.M.B. exam, Director, Mr. Porchis passed it," Percy explained.

"Oh, my God, you could actually pass that test? Even if I, a wizard, were to take it, I wouldn't be able to do it..."

Before Director Bagman finished speaking, a cold voice interrupted him.

"Bagman, keep your voice down, you damn guy."

The sullen Director Crouch walked out from behind him. He first nodded to Porges and Percy, and then looked at Bergman seriously.

"Because you're always talking loudly about Bludgers and stuff, so we have to keep casting memory spells on Mr. Roberts. Damn it, can't you just be quiet?"

They are both colleagues at the director level, but when Crouch reprimanded Buckman, it was like reprimanding a newly hired clerk.

But the problem is that Director Bagman not only did not dare to refute, but also kept smiling and begging the other party to forgive him.

"Do your own thing, don't hang around, and... don't bet on football."

After Crouch finished speaking, he waved his hand dissatisfiedly, signaling Bagman to leave quickly.

Bagman obviously wanted to put on his wings and fly away. Seeing Crouch's action, he turned around and left the few people gathered here.

"Percy, everything is going great, right?"

Facing Percy, Crouch's attitude was much gentler.

He admired the boy Voldemort gave him. Although he didn't care much about him at first, the situation changed when Percy showed his abilities.

"Everything is going according to plan, sir, but I still suggest that you have some conflicts with that person." Percy said softly.

Crouch shook his head, rejecting Percy's suggestion.

"Let nature take its course, Percy. I'm fully prepared and I don't care..."

"Don't care what?"

A somewhat arrogant voice sounded, which made several people present frown.

"Minister Fudge, you're a little late."

Crouch turned around with a cold face, looked at the increasingly fat minister, and the followers and reporters following him.

"Wiping your ass, Crouch, if you hadn't dropped all the people in the Auror office here, I wouldn't have had to strengthen the Ministry of Magic's security."

Fudge's voice was loud, as if he meant for everyone to hear him.

"For the safety of this event, Minister Fudge, I told you, lie down..."

"Damn it, you're not allowed to say that name." Fudge interrupted him with a roar.

"All right."

A sneer appeared on Crouch's lips, "That man is back, Minister Fudge, and he is likely to come here and return under the witness of wizards all over the world."

"witness?"

Fudge curled his lips and said, "If someone dares to be arrogant in front of the wizards of the world, I think the wizards of the world won't mind killing him with one curse. Even if Dumbledore comes here, he can't stop so many curses." ?”

After Fudge said this, he looked back at the people around him and took the lead in laughing.

He felt that he was very humorous, but the people around him smiled a little reluctantly.

Especially his pretty secretary, who complained in his heart: "If that person really comes, I'm not sure I dare to raise the wand."

Perhaps, this is also the sentiment of most people.

"I don't want to quarrel with you, Secretary Fudge. It's better to let the facts speak for themselves."

After Crouch finished speaking, he waved his hands to Percy and Porchis, indicating that they should go elsewhere to talk.

"Take off your hypocritical veil, Crouch. Everyone knows the identity of your son, so don't act like you are righteous."

Fudge took a step forward and roared at Crouch's back, "I tell you, under my rule, the wizarding world in England is the safest, most reliable and trustworthy place. This is me, Cornelius Fudge, right?" A guarantee made by wizards all over the world.”

His speech-like roar made the surrounding people burst into warm applause.

Obviously, wizards in the wizarding world in England, or wizards from different parts of the world, still recognize this minister.

Crouch, who had his back turned to Fudge, just clenched his hands into fists angrily and left without saying a word.

"Look, this is the fate of a coward. Those remarks he made were all made up by his imagination."

Fudge's voice became louder, obviously to tell Crouch who was walking away.

The reporters beside Fudge also quickly asked him about the security work in England and whether there would be any problems after he made these remarks.

Fudge naturally vouched for it, saying that he would ensure the safety here in his own name.

Not far from the reporters, a black-haired boy in his twenties and wearing a monocle, surrounded by a group of people, was watching all this silently.

"If they really did that - of course, I know it would be difficult - but you can't deal with it, right?" Abraxas Malfoy asked Voldemort curiously.

"What?" Voldemort asked confused.

"All wizards present point their wands at you at the same time." Abu turned his head to Fudge, who was talking endlessly in front of reporters, indicating that this was what the other person said.

"Oh, then I will apparate, if these tens of thousands of people don't attack suddenly."

After Voldemort said this, he even laughed out loud.

It would be really difficult for tens of thousands of people to suddenly attack.