Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

Many believers believe that the covenant that Jehovah made with mankind on the basis of the rainbow was the first covenant of mankind.

Voldemort scoffed at this.

First of all, he does not believe in religion. He has serious doubts about whether Mr. Jehovah really exists.

Secondly, he felt that the country in the far east, with a long history, should be the first country where a contract appeared.

Because compared to the barbarism here, the civilization there appeared earlier and was longer.

And every civilization has its own contract. From another perspective, civilization itself is a contract.

We all agree on customs, respect for the same culture, filial piety, justice, etiquette, wisdom, and trust that have lasted for thousands of years. How can we say that it is not a contract?

It's just that this kind of contract is engraved in the bones, not written on stone.

Of course, compared to contracts in the Muggle world, contracts in the wizarding world are more unique.

Because in addition to forming a written contract, it also has specific magical effects.

In other words, when Voldemort passed the coronation ceremony and truly became the Dark Lord of the Wizarding World of England, his throne was no longer just a title.

But no one is sure what will happen, because this is a king that has never appeared in the entire wizarding world.

"Pharaoh, Voldemort, that's a king."

When Voldemort expressed this view in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts, Dumbledore's words made him slap his head in hindsight.

Yes, how could he forget the Egyptian Pharaoh.

"Is there anything special about them?" Voldemort asked Dumbledore.

"It's so closed in there, Voldemort, that if you look closely, it's hard to even see inside them."

Dumbledore shrugged, looked out the window at the guests chatting on the lawn, and said, "I think it's time for us to go out and the ceremony can begin."

Voldemort nodded, gave up discussing the issue, and followed the other person out of the castle.

With the appearance of the two men, the guests became quiet and consciously gathered in front of the rostrum with the throne that had been set up.

"It's a beautiful throne, Voldemort. Maybe your designer can help me design a chair. I've long wanted to replace the one in the auditorium." Dumbledore whispered to Voldemort.

Voldemort forced a smile and glanced at the jet black high-backed throne.

The most eye-catching thing on it is the skeleton protruding from behind the throne, and the mist python spitting out of the skull's mouth.

When no one is sitting on the throne, the mist python almost covers the entire throne.

But when Voldemort approaches, the mist will dissipate, and when he sits down, the mist will turn into a spiraling python, standing behind Voldemort.

He was very satisfied with the design of the Black Snake Throne, especially the wide spine, narrow waist and hollow shape of the throne. It was avant-garde yet stable enough, which fit his aesthetic perfectly.

The only thing that dissatisfied him was that there was no castle that matched this throne - if it were placed in Riddle Mansion, Riddle Mansion would seem a bit high.

"Look for Bochis, he can solve this problem for you."

Voldemort looked away, took out Porchis' business card from his waist and gave it to Dumbledore.

He was too lazy to personally connect the two of them, and he didn't think he could accept Dumbledore's aesthetics.

"First of all, before the ceremony begins, I would like to ask Mr. Abraxas Malfoy to tell us about the Dark Lord's past."

Abraxas Malfoy took the stage, presided over by Keon Porchis.

"The first time I saw the Dark Lord was on the Hogwarts Express, but I want to say that even though he was only eleven years old at that time, his charm was enough to attract my attention..."

Abu started to talk endlessly, including some details, but more of them were general introductions.

Of course, there are praises and praises, but they don't sound real.

"What link is this?" Dumbledore stood in the front row with Voldemort, and he asked Voldemort in a low voice.

"Learn from the Muggles. Before the coronation, a noble noble or something will give a speech and tell their life story. Of course, it won't be just one person." Voldemort said.

"Who else besides Abu?" Dumbledore asked, "Why didn't you invite me?"

"Because you are going to crown me, Albus, please be quiet. This is my coronation ceremony, not the study." Voldemort complained.

Dumbledore shrugged, but remained obedient and said nothing.

After Abu finished speaking, Old Nott walked up and talked about something related to Voldemort's talent.

After that, there is Barty Crouch, who represents the Death Eater organization and talks about Voldemort's power and the Death Eaters' loyalty to him.

This guy would act a little crazy every time he talked about loyalty, but fortunately he restrained himself a little today, after all, Voldemort had told him in advance.

Finally, there are three special representatives:

Percy Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger.

Naturally, the three of them were not representing themselves, but rather, they were participating in this ceremony as representatives of three societies.

On the high platform, they did not focus on Voldemort. After all, they knew very little about Voldemort's past.

But they explained their respective societies in detail, as well as the construction process of the society-Voldemort's guidance is very important here-and the future development plan.

"They're off topic, aren't they?" Dumbledore asked quietly.

"This is to help them publicize, otherwise this coronation ceremony would really be meaningless." Voldemort replied in an equally small voice.

"No point?" Dumbledore looked at Voldemort in surprise, "I thought you were looking forward to all this."

"snort."

Voldemort snorted and said nothing.

Of course he won't tell the other person, this is just an identity he needs.

As for the throne, he would really be a fool if he took it seriously.

The alliance under the city can be signed, but after it is signed, it is just a fake.

Since ancient times, real kings have been gained through wars. Without strong armed support, who would care about being a king in name only?

"It's our turn."

When everyone finished speaking, Voldemort threw off his cloak and walked onto the high platform.

Dumbledore took the crown sent by Lucius, and because of this crown, Dumbledore was a step late before he stepped onto the stage.

This made him look like he was Voldemort's follower.

The reporters on the side did not care about Dumbledore's eager pursuit of Voldemort. The flashbulbs kept lighting up. This photo of Voldemort in front and Dumbledore dragging the crown behind will be recorded forever.

Farther away, there was even an oil painter who set up a drawing board and was excitedly recording this scene, hoping to pass it on forever.

"You gave it to me very late on purpose, didn't you?" Dumbledore asked quietly, "You guessed that I would be surprised when I saw it, didn't you?"

Faced with Dumbledore's questioning, Voldemort just glanced at the Ravenclaw diadem in his hand indifferently.

"Calm down, Dumbledore, it's your turn to bring him to me."

Voldemort said while smiling and maintaining good appearance.

"Well, damn it, you really are the Dark Lord now."

Dumbledore said angrily, and then firmly placed the crown on Voldemort's head.

After doing all this, he took a step back and took a look.

"Well, a lady's crown."

Dumbledore said with a hint of happiness in his words.