Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"Oh my God, is this Apparition?"

"The magic power is too strong. Where are you going to apparate to?"

"It must be an intercontinental Apparition. Oh my God, what is the Dark Lord going to do?"

Amid the surprises of everyone at the reception, Voldemort's figure finally disappeared amid the strong wind.

Mr. Mike Twelve Trees' eyes widened in horror, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart.

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USA.

New York City area.

Woolworth Building, thirty-third floor.

A strong wind suddenly rose, causing everyone waiting to use the door key to stop.

"Back off, gentlemen, this should be a powerful wizard using intercontinental apparition."

The person in charge of the floor, who was also the supervisor of the door key processing office, said loudly, and while pulling out his wand, he said to the employees in the lobby, "You all took out your wands. I can't confirm the identity of the person who came."

Because of the tense relationship with No-Majs and the Purifier incident that year, American wizards are much more vigilant than European wizards.

War has never been far away from them, because the wizards here are too complex, and because they are not the indigenous people here.

"Bang."

Finally, after a muffled sound, a figure appeared in the middle of the disappearing wind.

"Who are you?"

The wizard in charge raised his wand and shouted loudly.

"Voldemort, come here to take care of some personal matters."

Voldemort scanned his surroundings and determined that he had arrived at the right place.

He deduced this place based on the memory of Mike Twelve Trees. Since he had never been here before, he needed to walk completely along the original path of Mike Twelve Trees, otherwise the danger would be greatly increased.

Therefore, he did not teleport to the old residence of the Twelve Trees family, but first came to the Portkey Hall of the United States Ministry of Magic.

"Fu...are you the Dark Lord?" the wizard in charge asked in surprise.

Voldemort turned to look at him and found that the other person was a black wizard, but he was not surprised by this. There were also black wizards in England.

"Yes, the use of Apparition is prohibited here... Intercontinental Apparition is not prohibited. It seems that you need to add a few more protective magics."

Voldemort felt it for a while, and after confirming that Apparition was not possible here, he asked the wizard in charge, "I want to go out. Is there a direct passage to the outside?"

"Have you gone through the formalities? There is also a wand, in the United States..."

"Bang."

Voldemort raised his hand and cast a spell, knocking the opponent away.

He hates people who can't solve problems but ask countless questions.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

Several curses rushed towards Voldemort, but they obviously did not cooperate.

Voldemort simply relied on displacement to escape all spells.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

More spells flew towards him, and at the same time someone was shouting that wizards who did not belong to the Ministry of Magic were also involved in the battle to suppress Voldemort.

"Avada Kedavra."

Voldemort waved the Elder Wand vigorously and let out a roar that resounded throughout the hall.

"Whoosh."

A green light shot straight towards the staff member who organized more people to surround and suppress him.

"Bang."

There was surprise on the man's face, but his whole body was lifeless and he fell backwards to the ground.

At this moment, everyone except Voldemort stood in shock.

They couldn't believe what they were seeing.

How come someone dies while being beaten?

Shouldn't they use magic spells to attack each other?

Shouldn't the one with more people win?

Why did he suddenly use the three unforgivable curses? Isn't that forbidden magic?

"If someone points a wand at me again, he will be the next person to die."

Voldemort's cold voice made many people tremble and wake up from their sluggish state.

"You, tell me the way out."

Voldemort pointed at a wizard at random. The man was so frightened that he dropped his wand, but he still stumbled and explained the path.

Voldemort nodded with satisfaction, and then walked straight towards the intersection he mentioned.

The elevator here looks much better than the one in the Ministry of Magic in England. It is quieter, more convenient and faster. Voldemort soon arrived at the lobby on the first floor.

However, before he could get out of the elevator, someone had already apparated in the lobby.

"No one is allowed to move where they are, surprise inspection..."

The person calling was obviously an Auror, as the scars on his face and his demeanor proved.

As Voldemort looked at him, the man immediately turned his head warily.

"He's here."

The Auror said as he raised his wand and pointed it at Voldemort.

"Whoosh."

It was a stun spell, slightly more effective than a disarming spell, but Voldemort just picked his wand and blocked it.

"Everyone is hiding. The enemy is very ferocious and has already killed a staff member."

The man roared angrily, swinging his wand and moving his body to find a hiding place.

Voldemort held one hand behind his back, and only resisted with his right hand holding the wand, and did not offer any resistance.

There must be more than one Auror here, and he needs to be more cautious.

At the same time, he also looked towards the main entrance of the hall, which was not particularly far from where he was.

"Dark Lord, lay down your arms and surrender. This is America, not England."

The man roared angrily, and when Voldemort didn't fight back, he launched an attack even more wantonly.

Voldemort still did not resist, and did not react until the other Aurors dispersed the crowd and raised their wands to launch a coordinated attack.

Compared with the cooperation of the previous few people, the cooperation of these Aurors was more professional.

The location they chose was quite tricky, blocking almost all of Voldemort's evasive directions.

Unfortunately, they still don't know enough about Voldemort.

Just when several people thought that this blow would definitely control Voldemort, Voldemort exerted a slight force on his feet.

"Whoosh."

His body lifted straight up and flew towards the dome of the hall.

This caused several people's magic spells to be shot in the air, and at the same time, two magic spells hit their companions.

Ignoring the little guy, Voldemort pointed his wand directly at the one who spoke first.

"Avada Kedavra."

Nothing can give Voldemort a greater sense of security than the Death Curse.

So in a real battle, he would almost never choose the second spell.

Green light shot out, and after the man had just resisted the attack of his companion, he rushed into his arms with almost no time to react.

"puff."

The man flew back like a rag bag, and several fellow Aurors roared and used jinxes on Voldemort.

A curse, but not an unforgivable curse, which made Voldemort curl his lips in disdain.

His body twisted in the air. He did not choose to resist, but used his body movement to avoid the attack.

Compared with the limited hiding space on the ground, the sky is more free. This is one of the reasons why he chose to study flying spells when he was a child.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh."

After dodging the attack, Voldemort instantly waved his wand three times.

Three explosive spells, two shot to the ground and one shot to the door.

"Rumble..."

Amidst the continuous explosions, Voldemort flew through the thick smoke and shuttled out of the exploded door.

Before anyone could hit the ground, Voldemort turned around in the air.

"Whoosh."

The small amount of black smoke around him rotated, and Voldemort's figure disappeared into the air.