Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

Voldemort did not return to that cocktail party, and he was not even interested in paying attention to the news that came from the cocktail party.

He didn't care whether the only member of the Twelve Trees family who attended the banquet was Mike Twelve Trees, or whether there were people who escaped because they went out.

The bad guys can't wipe out all their enemies, because they are destined to kill too many people, and this will only attract countless enemies for them.

Instead of wasting time on this, focus on yourself.

For example, now, Voldemort has begun to lay out the next plan to Lucius.

"Contact them and tell them, Lucius, that this continent belongs to Muggles, but it also belongs to wizards."

Voldemort sat behind the desk and lightly tapped the map of England on the desk. "There should be more land that belongs to us on it. This is indisputable."

Lucius frowned and said hesitantly: "But they may not allow it, and once they obtain a large amount of land, regarding the [International Wizarding Secrecy Act]..."

"That's the next question, Lucius. The first thing we have to do is to get back what belongs to us. We will consider other issues later." Voldemort waved his hand and interrupted.

Lucius seemed to have the desire to refute, but he resisted.

"Do you need to confirm a specific date? Dark Lord, you know she is very busy." Lucius said.

"One night after the coronation, I will let her know at least that day."

Voldemort paused, chuckled and said, "If she has the courage to come to me, she can set the date."

"I understand, Dark Lord."

After Lucius finished speaking, he was ready to report the latest news from the banquet, but Voldemort refused without hesitation.

"That matter is over, Lucius. All that needs to be done next is to maximize its effect. That is a matter for you and the media."

As Voldemort spoke, he removed the map and took out a book related to magic, "Also, don't concentrate the power of the media in England, develop it outwards, and promote it outwards, do you understand what I mean?"

"Understood." Lucius replied immediately.

Voldemort nodded, and after thinking for a moment to make sure that nothing happened, he let him leave.

And not long after Lucius left, the doorbell suddenly remembered.

Voldemort opened the video call in confusion. He thought it was Lucius who wanted to ask for advice on something, but what appeared on the screen was Dumbledore's serious face.

"What's wrong?"

Voldemort asked doubtfully, but as soon as he said the words, he thought of the other party's purpose, and immediately spoke again, "That's the United States, Dumbledore, you can't control it, and you don't need to control it there."

"Let me in." Dumbledore said dissatisfied, "You and I can't talk to a box."

Voldemort sighed forcefully, and then opened the door by pressing the button.

Dumbledore's attitude towards Fawkes has changed greatly since his death.

Toughness, sternness, it doesn't matter.

But the resentful look Dumbledore showed occasionally made him unbearable - it felt like he owed him a Fawkes, but that was a battlefield.

"You promised me."

Before anyone arrived, the sound came from the corridor first, then Wormtail who opened the door and rolled in, and Gemma Farley who followed closely behind, a little nervous.

Gemma Farley, who has been an intern at the Ministry of Magic for a year, has resigned from her job to become Voldemort's full-time secretary.

As for Wormtail, his current job is to improve the castle of this villa under the command of Voldemort, and also do part of the security work part-time.

It seemed like he was serious about what he was doing, but stopping Dumbledore was really too much for him.

"Gemma, and Wormtail, you go out first, and I'll talk to him alone."

Voldemort held up his right hand and used magic to lift Wormtail up through the air. He then looked at Gemma and said, "Study the Muggle aristocratic etiquette. We may go to visit them after a while."

"Okay, Dark Lord." Gemma responded, and after Wormtail went out, she closed the study door from the outside.

"You said you would control the use of that magic, Voldemort, but you broke your promise." Dumbledore said.

"Albus, I think that is not an issue that needs to be discussed." Voldemort shook his head and said, "I did promise you, but that doesn't mean that the life-killing wave chart cannot be used.

"Also, you should listen to what that person said about me."

"Ignorance and ignorance, is this worth running to the United States to destroy a family?" Dumbledore asked angrily, looking really angry.

Voldemort also looked at the other party with a straight face and said nothing.

For him, such an insult was serious enough.

"Okay, you can use that spell, but I don't think it's necessary. You have other ways to make them surrender. You don't have to..."

"This is my method." Voldemort interrupted, "And it's very effective, isn't it?"

Dumbledore was speechless.

The effect was indeed very good. It is said that after knowing this, the banquet became very harmonious.

Everyone began to avoid talking about Voldemort, and even if they had to discuss it, they would mostly use some words of praise.

"If that's what you came here for." During Dumbledore's silence, Voldemort said, "I think it has been solved, and I happen to have something to ask you."

"What's the matter?" Dumbledore asked with dissatisfaction.

"About Portu, Dumbledore, I want to portuate all the magic. It's difficult, you know, so I need your help and Hogwarts' help. After all, there are wizards who know the most about magic there." Voldemort said.

"Do you think I will continue to help you become stronger after this incident?" Dumbledore asked.

"Don't be angry, Dumbledore." Voldemort said with a smile. He looked completely unfazed, as if he was fully confident in persuading the other party.

"I didn't say angry words, Voldemort, remember what you promised me, otherwise... I will continue to obstruct all your actions." Dumbledore threw down these words dissatisfied, turned around and left.

Voldemort was not angry about this, he just looked at the other person's back, shook his head and regretted: "I originally wanted to study Porto with you, Albus, so that we can choose some good magic, such as Expelliarmus , or fainted, but now... maybe I can only start by cutting my throat with a sharp blade, after all, I am only good at black magic."

Dumbledore's hand on the doorknob paused, and his whole body froze in place.

"I'm not threatening you, Albus, but you know me. I only like to study those things, and I'm not very good at other things..."

There was a thick smile in Voldemort's words, and it was obvious that he was speaking ironically.

"Okay, Voldemort, you win, damn dark magic." Dumbledore turned his head and glared at Voldemort, "Where to start?"

"That would be really nice of you to actually participate."

Voldemort pretended to be surprised and picked up the unfolded notebook next to him, which was already filled with spells.

Under each curse, the name has already been written:

Albus Dumbledore

Minerva McGonagall

Filius Flitwick

Severus Snape

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