Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"Bang."

In the silent chamber, only the sound of Duke Baelish's fall echoed.

Except for the Death Eaters and Dumbledore, everyone else's eyes widened in surprise.

"Voldemort...hey."

Dumbledore held his forehead and sighed, but was speechless.

The queen's eyes also showed evil intentions, and the palace wizards and gun-wielding guards all pointed their weapons at Voldemort.

The war seemed about to break out, but Voldemort still sat leisurely on the Black Serpent Throne.

Marquis Tully looked at Duke Baelish's body in astonishment, and then looked at Voldemort with disbelief.

He really couldn't understand how that talkative and gentle person could turn into a murderer in the blink of an eye.

Although he had heard legends about this man before, the first time he saw him act like this still made Marquis Tully feel caught off guard.

"You killed an English Duke."

An unknown old man wearing ducal clothes roared.

"Yes, I know, Lord Baelish, I killed him."

Voldemort nodded, the ferocity in his eyes never receding, because the devil was always there.

"But I don't think I did anything wrong, everyone. On the contrary, I think you made a mistake."

His slap made everyone feel unreasonable, but at the same time they all wanted to hear Voldemort's reasons.

"I think you know me well enough, gentlemen, nobles, and royalty. You know what kind of person I am, and yet you allow him to rebuke me."

Voldemort stood up and glanced at the rows of dark muzzles and wands, the hum of machines ringing in his ears.

"You are watching him go to death, and now, you are also watching these gunmen and court wizards go to death. Queen Elizabeth, war, is this the result you want?"

As he asked, he mobilized the life-saving Potu to return to him.

In the process, he felt that his control over Nabotu was a little obscure, but he didn't care too much.

After all, when the battle is about to start, and the adrenaline is soaring, manipulating such a powerful wave will inevitably reduce the control of magic due to excitement.

"Everyone, put down your weapons, including you, Dark Lord. I think peace is more suitable for you and me, isn't it?"

The Queen slowly looked away from the fallen Duke Baelish, and then spoke.

"As you command, Your Majesty."

Voldemort said with a smile and was the first to withdraw his wand.

But the life-threatening wave diagrams gathered in front of him were still rolling and hovering there.

If a battle occurs, he can immediately inject magic into it, causing the life-killing waves to form a network and swallow all the lives in front of him.

That speed is slower than a gun bullet, but definitely faster than other people's magic spells.

As for his safety.

The iron armor curse has been hovering on his left hand in his sleeve without stopping for a moment.

As long as necessary, he can instantly cast the Iron Armor Curse and fly up to the tall dome of the meeting hall.

When it comes to combat experience and strength, he fears no one.

This is his capital to dare to be arrogant anywhere.

If the enemy dares to attack, it will be necessary for England to prepare a new king.

"Put your spell away, Dark Lord, this is just a meeting."

Queen Elizabeth signaled the guards around her to step aside, looked directly at Voldemort and said, "I think Duke Baelish's life is enough to eliminate your anger, so tell me your purpose."

"Watchers, what are they?"

While asking, Voldemort put the life-killing ripple back into his sleeve, but it did not spread out.

"No comment, Dark Lord. Just like the secret of your rebirth, we have not found out."

The Queen's blunt refusal did not surprise Voldemort.

This was a test, at least proving that the observers did come from these royal powers.

"I need a castle, but I have no land."

Voldemort's words instantly made the meeting hall noisy.

The nobles felt that he must be crazy. There was only one problem in coming here: to get land?

Regardless of whether this request was reasonable or not, at least Duke Baelish's death made everyone feel that it was not worth it.

"It is still possible to carve out a piece of land in the kingdom, but it needs to be reviewed. I don't think it will take long." The queen thought for a moment and gave the answer directly.

"Alnwick Castle, I want it," Voldemort said.

This somewhat rude request left everyone at a loss as to what to say.

Voldemort didn't pay attention to their surprise, and sat peacefully on the Black Snake Throne, quietly waiting for the answer.

He wanted this castle because of Lin Zuo's memory.

Lin Zuo himself is a Harry Potter fan, and the filming location of that movie was Alnwick Castle. This was the reason why he chose this castle.

Of course, if Hogwarts could also be included in the selection list, he would not hesitate to change his options.

But Dumbledore would not agree, so Voldemort never made this request to him.

"This needs to be discussed, wait a moment."

After the queen finished speaking, she motioned to several princes to approach her throne, and they started discussing on the spot.

She finally understood that if Voldemort didn't give him an answer today, he wouldn't let it go.

It seems that the description of Voldemort's personality change in the information they collected is still not accurate enough.

At least in their eyes, the Dark Lord in front of them was still as vicious as he was ten years ago... No, it should be said that it was even worse.

"After discussion, we are willing to give you Alnwick Castle as a gift for you to become the king of the wizarding world."

In the Queen's words, she acknowledged the fact that Voldemort was crowned king.

But at the same time, she also said she would not do more.

Such as publishing it in the Muggle world, or resorting to the meaning on paper.

"Thank you, Queen Elizabeth." Voldemort smiled and nodded, indicating that he could accept the result.

At least this rash intrusion had allowed him to get everything he wanted.

As for the death of Duke Baelish, it would indeed cause disharmony between the two parties, but he himself had no intention of having more in-depth communication with the other party.

Again:

The throne was not won through war, it was just flashy.

From Voldemort's point of view, sooner or later there would be a battle between him and the godly observers.

And the royal power and nobles standing behind the observer are destined to be his enemies.

"We would like to know your views on the [International Statute of Secrecy], Dark Lord, as this will determine how we deal with each other in the future."

After reaching an agreement on the previous question, Marquis Tully asked on behalf of the Queen.

"Respect it and continue to enforce it, Marquis Tully. We will not actively violate the [International Secrecy Act]."

Voldemort put away the [Demon King's Hour] and his words became gentle again.

As for whether his answer is sincere or false, it is up to the people in front of him to judge.

Anyway, he himself would not tell his heart what he was thinking.