Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"Mike, Mike Twelvetrees."

The American wizard looked a little scared, but he still held up his chest.

"If you want to visit the Twelve Trees family, we are always welcome, but you have to know that the laws in the United States are more stringent than here."

Voldemort was amused by his barbed words: "Is it more stringent than here? Mr. Mike Twelve Trees, tell me about it, and it will also enlighten us ignorant, ignorant, and backward people."

As he spoke, he turned around and looked at the Death Eaters following him. Naturally, these guys laughed at each other unscrupulously.

"Just speaking from the wizard's weapon wand, we have more stringent requirements."

Mike Twelve Trees spoke loudly, completely ignoring the obstruction of the staff of the United States Ministry of Magic.

"If you don't have a certificate - of course, it is very likely that the United States Department of Magic will not issue you a certificate - then you are not even qualified to carry a wand."

Voldemort made a surprised expression, then pulled out the Elder Wand - his action startled everyone - and raised it gently.

"Then what will you do with it?" he asked in a timid whisper.

"Keep it in the Ministry of Magic." McGonagall Twelvetrees mistakenly thought that Voldemort was afraid. "Of course, if you abide by the laws of the United States, before leaving, they..."

"Whoosh."

A magic spell hit Mag Twelve Trees, instantly shutting his mouth.

"Yeah, it's a good Occlumency technique. It looks like it needs to be strengthened a bit."

Voldemort twisted his wand and leaned forward. It could be seen that he was increasing the magic output.

"Dear Dark Lord, Twelve Trees has no ill intentions, he just..."

Samuel Kohaug, Chief of Staff of the United States Congress of Magic, who came here on behalf of the Chairman of the United States Congress of Magic, stood up. He obviously did not want to see his entourage being bullied here.

But before he could finish his words, Voldemort's cold gaze stopped him.

Helpless, he turned his attention to Crouch, who had just become England's Minister of Magic, hoping that he could persuade Voldemort.

But Crouch just shook his head and signaled him not to say more, lest things develop into a worse trend.

It hasn't been long since Voldemort officially returned.

At present, the wizarding world of England, and even the wizarding world of the world, are waiting and watching.

They needed to see Voldemort's actions to determine if he was as changed as he said he was, or if he was just fooling people.

But before that result comes out, today's conflict is inevitable.

The best outcome - at least in Minister Crouch's opinion - is for the arrogant Michael Twelvetrees to be punished with dark magic by Voldemort.

And if the magic used by Voldemort exceeds the scope of punishment, he will try to block it.

After all, there are many representatives here this time, and Voldemort's actions must be controlled within an acceptable range for everyone.

"In the worst case, we can't let him kill anyone."

Minister Barty Crouch said to himself in his mind, and winked at his son who was following Voldemort.

If his son was willing to come forward for this matter, Voldemort, who was fond of him, would probably lower the punishment.

But obviously, his son did not have this intention, because he completely ignored Minister Crouch's eyes.

This made Minister Crouch angry and helpless, and in the end he could only glare at the culprit.

This kid doesn't want to offend anyone but the Dark Lord.

Don't you see that the whole of England is afraid to say anything now? You, an outsider, are talking nonsense?

His heart was full of anger, but he couldn't say much at this time.

Everything depends on Voldemort giving the scale of punishment.

"ah."

Mike Twelve Trees let out a roar of pain, and his whole body began to tremble.

Obviously, his Occlumency has been conquered, which can be seen from his body reaction and the flashing memory fragments in his eyes.

"Buzz."

The magic suddenly broke and Voldemort withdrew his wand.

"Damn it, why are you looking at my family's address? Voldemort, what on earth are you going to do?"

Michael Twelvetrees, who escaped from the controlled state, roared and said to Voldemort.

"Who allowed you to call the master by his first name?"

Barty Crouch Jr. jumped out immediately, the wand in his hand glowing with green light.

No need for Voldemort to speak, no need for Voldemort even to nod.

Just a look, just a small look, and little Barty will definitely throw vicious magic at the other person.

This made Minister Crouch roll his eyes angrily.

I just gave you such a long wink, you pretended not to see it.

Now that Voldemort doesn't say a word, you are like a mad dog.

Am I your father, or is Voldemort your father?

Minister Crouch’s inner complaints will obviously not have any impact on the situation.

Everyone at the banquet looked at the center of the conflict with bated breath. To be more precise, they were waiting for Voldemort's stance.

"Barty, put down your wand. I won't allow any guests here to be harmed, including but not limited to Mr. Mike Twelve...Tree."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he bowed slightly apologetically to Michael Twelve Trees, "Sorry, sir, your last name is too difficult to pronounce. I can't call him right."

Mike Twelve Trees was full of doubts about Voldemort's sudden change of attitude, but he still managed to calm down and responded "It doesn't matter."

"call."

Seeing that the two seemed to be reconciled, the foreign guests breathed a sigh of relief.

Some people even thought in their hearts that this Voldemort was not as cruel as the legend.

However, the wizards in England had completely opposite ideas.

The Death Eaters all raised their lips.

They know that the gentler the master behaves, the more brutal the consequences will be.

As for the staff of the Ministry of Magic, they were so nervous that they didn't know whether they should put their hands on their wands.

Let it go, it will easily cause misunderstandings and be the first to be attacked by the Dark Lord.

Just hold on, if the Dark Lord really kills this foreign guest in front of them, then the Ministry of Magic in England will really lose face.

Fortunately, Minister Crouch knew Voldemort relatively well. At least he knew that he was a man of his word.

If he said he would not harm foreign guests, then he would definitely not harm them.

"Mr. Mike Twelvetrees, I think you should apologize to the Dark Lord for the words you just said, because those words were neither gentlemanly nor respectful of the Dark Lord and the Ministry of Magic of England."

Minister Crouch stepped forward and tried to mediate the contradictions.

But before the hesitant Mike Twelve Trees could speak, Voldemort had already waved his hand and said: "There is no need to apologize, Minister Crouch, that will not relieve my bad mood from the vicious words of 'ignorance and ignorance'. "

His words made everyone's hearts lift again.

The politeness I just said are all fake?

"Perhaps I have been away from this world for too long, Minister Crouch, and people no longer know how to respect me."

Voldemort sighed sadly and said with a sad face, "Yes, killing a phoenix for more than ten years is obviously not enough. It seems that I have to do something else to make you learn to respect me."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he waved his wand and turned around without waiting for others to express their opinions.

"call."

Strong winds appeared as Voldemort spun around, causing the curtains in the hall to sway, and the robes of the Death Eaters beside him to sway violently.

The powerful magic was spreading, and people's eyes widened in surprise.