Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

The banquet after the coronation ceremony was unprecedentedly grand.

Even many civilian wizards were invited to participate in this banquet.

"We have our own king, haha, I just don't know what this means?"

A wizard with a thick beard said while stuffing various delicacies into his mouth.

Indeed, there are many wizards who think like him, and no one knows the point of bringing out a Dark Lord.

But no one dared to object, especially after the incident about the Twelve Trees family came out, everyone felt that it was better to respect or fear the Dark Lord as before.

You can't die because of your bad mouth.

Especially after the picture of Mike Twelve Trees crying appeared in the newspaper, everyone felt that silence was the most correct choice.

Anyway, the Ministry of Magic will do everything well, especially Minister Crouch, who is not a person who is afraid of the Dark Lord.

Crouch was indeed not one to be afraid of the Dark Lord.

At this time, he was in the principal's office, facing the Dark Lord alone.

Ah, that's not right, not only was he and Voldemort in the room, there was also Dumbledore.

It's just that the old guy got a rocking chair and rocked it by the unlit stove, as if he had no interest in their conversation.

"It ends here, Voldemort. From today on, if you want to do anything illegal, then you must be prepared to be wanted by me."

Crouch's thin face was full of determination.

This caused Dumbledore, who was rocking in the rocking chair, to turn to look at him.

"I have immunity from prosecution, Crouch, and the right to appoint and dismiss the Minister of Magic. Are you sure you want to talk to me like this?" Voldemort asked with a smile.

"You know that's only in name, just like the queen." Crouch said dissatisfied.

"Oh, it looks like I have to add more people to the Ministry of Magic, otherwise you will stop my changes, right?" Voldemort asked.

"Change?" Crouch said with a frown, "I don't think now is a good time for change, and what else needs to be changed?"

He never mentioned that Voldemort was sending people to the Ministry of Magic, which was a sign of rejection.

Voldemort did not delve into this matter. After all, the battle for power was not a matter of immediate victory or defeat.

Unless he has the idea of ​​​​killing the opponent or eager to replace the opponent, before that, he must fight within the rules.

As it happened, Voldemort had no such idea.

He felt that an upright Minister of Magic would help him restrain the Death Eaters.

To be more precise, restrain purebloods.

Although pure blood is his foundation, if pure blood is allowed to completely let themselves go, the wizarding world will only be in chaos.

And the real regression will occur at that time.

"I currently have a decree that I want to issue. Do you want to hear its content?" Voldemort stood up with a smile and looked at Crouch and said.

"Decree?" Crouch rejected the word unsatisfactorily, but still endured his disgust and said, "Tell me about it."

"The Dark Lord's first decree after taking office: All adult wizards have the right to receive a property from the Ministry of Magic with an area of ​​no less than one hundred square meters. How about that?" Voldemort asked.

The sound of the rocking chair suddenly stopped, and Dumbledore looked at Voldemort in confusion.

Crouch also widened his eyes in surprise. This decree was something he had never expected.

But immediately afterwards, he said angrily: "The Ministry of Magic doesn't have those Galleons at all. Damn it, you want the Ministry of Magic to go bankrupt..."

"Don't get excited, Minister Crouch, the decree is not over yet."

Voldemort smiled and interrupted the other party, "This property is provided by the Dark Lord, and the recipient has permanent residence rights."

"You provided?" Minister Crouch asked in surprise.

"Yes, Minister Crouch, I have the financial resources." Voldemort smiled.

"He is trying to buy people's hearts, Crouch, the Dark Lord has sinister intentions." Dumbledore suddenly said.

"I know," Minister Crouch said loudly, "but where are you going to get so many houses? I mean... wizards don't have that much land, unless you use magic..."

"No, Minister Crouch, those houses are in the Muggle community and were built by my Riddle Consortium. I have reserved a place for them long ago. It's just a little remote, but wizards don't mind being remote, right? ?”

Voldemort's words silenced Minister Crouch. He frowned and thought for a moment and asked, "Are wizards living in the entire community?"

If that were the case, that would actually be great, but the answer is obviously not.

"No no no."

Voldemort said "no" three times in a row, "They need to live with Muggles so that they don't attract attention. You know, we also have to abide by the [International Statute of Secrecy]."

"Don't listen to him, Crouch, he is preparing to break this law. You must have other demands, right?" Dumbledore interrupted again and asked.

Crouch also looked at Voldemort suspiciously, waiting for his answer.

"Oh yes, there are a few more requests."

Voldemort smiled and said, "I only give permanent residence rights, no real estate. If these wizards want to completely own the property rights of that house, they have to handle it themselves like Muggles."

"Damn, you're just trying to break the [International Secrecy Act]." Crouch said angrily.

"No, I'm just setting things up, Crouch, but wizards do need them, don't they?"

Voldemort spread his hands and said, "Think about the Weasley family. They are pure blood, but they are still living in a burrow. When their children grow up, they can only build a shabby house in the wilderness..."

"But that at least complies with the [International Statute of Secrecy]," Crouch retorted.

"They also abide by this law of mine." Voldemort said with an innocent face, "In fact, the villas I prepared for them were all single-family villas on the outskirts of the city, with an area of ​​well over a hundred meters and good enough privacy. "

"But they still have to live with Muggles, which is very inconvenient and increases the risk of exposure." Crouch retorted.

"I have contacted all the Squibs, and most of them are willing to volunteer to help wizards integrate into community life. Some of the Squibs are even willing to move into the same community and become their neighbors. This is beneficial for them to integrate into the life there and can also provide cover." Voldemort said again.

"He had premeditated this to overthrow the [International Statute of Secrecy]." Dumbledore interjected again, "Minister Crouch, I think you should oppose him."

"I know, damn, let me think about it." Crouch felt like he was going to be driven crazy by the singing of these two people.

He couldn't even figure out whether Dumbledore really wanted to object or was just playing tricks on the side.

And the choice he faced was difficult.

If you agree, you will fulfill Voldemort's wish and become his accomplice.

And if he doesn't agree.

God, think of all those wizards who don't have their own houses, or who only have a shabby house.

They would definitely go to the Ministry of Magic.

After all, no one can refuse free real estate or a single-family villa.

But not all wizards have their own castle like the Crouch family.