Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

Paris.

Headquarters of the International Council of Wizards.

The long and narrow hall of the International Wizards' Council is filled with Gothic architectural style.

Behind the stone chairs filled with wizards on both sides, there are walls full of strange reliefs.

If you look closely, in addition to early scenes of wizards taming magical creatures, there are also many religious-related contents on the walls.

Such as demons and angels.

This gave the conference hall a strange and gloomy style, and I don't know what the wizards who first built it thought.

Or is this the ruins of an abandoned church?

Who knows.

In addition to being full of incredible romantic ideas, French wizards also have unusual pursuits of art, which are difficult for wizards from other countries to understand.

"Dong dong dong~~"

Babajide Akinbad, who was sitting at the end of the long and narrow hall, banged the gavel to remind everyone to be quiet, "Voldemort is waiting at the door. I want to do something to him..."

Before Ajinbad could finish his words, the tall door of the parliament hall exploded with a "boom".

Smoke and dust were everywhere, and many wizards took out their wands warily and looked at the entrance covered by broken wood chips and dust.

"call."

A strong wind blew by, and the smoke and dust hit Ajinbad directly at the end.

The latter raised his wand vigilantly, used the Iron Armor Curse to block it in front of him, and cast an angry gaze on Voldemort, who was standing at the door against the light.

"Voldemort, no one has called me that for a long time. Akinbad, how dare you?"

Voldemort took steady steps and came to the center of the hall to stand still and asked.

"Before we discuss titles, Voldemort..."

"call."

The Elder Wand in Voldemort's hand was suddenly waved. The wizards' eyes widened in surprise and they raised the wand warily.

Akinbad stood up from his seat nervously. He certainly knew who Voldemort was targeting.

But to his and everyone's surprise, Voldemort did not point the wand at him.

The Elder Wand was raised high by Voldemort, the tip of the wand pointed straight at the sky in the long and narrow hall, and then...

"Whoosh."

A green magic spell rushed up to the dome, and then turned into a large net, slowly falling along the wall relief of the hall.

"Damn it, it's Potu."

"How...how dare he do this?"

"Ignorant Ajinbad, look who you've pissed off?"

There was chaos in the conference room, and the only ones who could remain seated were Dumbledore, Mad-Eye Moody and others.

"Stop your movements, Vol...Dark Lord, we represent wizards all over the world, and we are here to interrogate...you."

Ajinbad finally learned how to use words correctly, but he was obviously not used to it yet.

Voldemort looked at Akinbad with a gloomy face and ferocious eyes full of malice - at this time, he had turned on the Demon King's Moment, and the malice in his mind was uncontrollable.

"worldwide?"

"Inquiry?"

Voldemort murmured as he walked up the stairs and walked straight up to Akinbad, "Since it's an inquiry, then go down and ask. I'll listen from above."

After he finished speaking, the wand pointed directly at Ajinbad.

Looking at that posture, if the other party resists, he will definitely use magic.

"you you……"

Ajinbad also raised his wand, but his fighting consciousness was not strong.

Through his eyes, people see more confusion, confusion, and surprise.

"Ahem."

In the silent parliament hall, Dumbledore's cough broke the silence, "President Akinbard, if you want the meeting to proceed smoothly, I suggest you listen to the Dark Lord's... advice."

Ajinbad swallowed, and it was obvious that he was hesitant, and at a certain moment expressed his desire to defend his dignity to the death.

But that was only a moment. He quickly adjusted his mentality, picked up the manuscript on the table and walked down without saying a word.

Voldemort nodded with satisfaction and slowly sat in the president's seat.

This puts him high up and has a full view of the entire hall.

"The first issue is about whether the title of Dark Lord is reasonable. Representatives from various countries will vote at this meeting..."

"stop."

Voldemort directly stopped Akinbad who was following the script, frowned and glanced around the hall, and said, "There is no need to discuss this issue any more, and there is no need to vote. Let's go directly to the next issue."

The boredom and anger in his words could be heard by everyone.

But the problem is, this is a very important issue this time.

If they ignore it directly, what is the point of removing Dumbledore from his post, electing a new president, and starting this meeting?

"Buzz~~"

A pot seemed to explode in the hall, and a group of wizard representatives began to talk about it.

Dumbledore was not involved, but he looked at Voldemort with a different thought.

"call."

Voldemort waved his wand fiercely, and a bright green suddenly bloomed against the embossed life-killing wave patterns.

This adds a touch of evil to the already weird reliefs.

"Your Majesty the Dark Lord, you cannot threaten the representatives of wizards around the world."

A representative from an unknown country stood up and said, "I don't think your curse can kill everyone here, right?"

Voldemort looked at the other person with malicious eyes, and the hand holding the wand shook again and again.

In the [Demon King's Hour] state, he could not maintain his sanity very well, and in order not to kill the opponent and cause further chaos, he had to fight with his own body and mind.

"If you agree with me, perhaps disenchantment..."

"Whoosh."

A green light shot out from Voldemort's hand, and the Death Curse rushed straight towards the representative.

Voldemort endured, but could not hold back.

The representative had a look of astonishment on his face, and without even raising the wand in his hand, he fell backwards helplessly.

"Oh my God!"

"I think we should get out of here."

"You shouldn't have called the Dark Lord, stupid International Council of Wizards."

There was a lot of discussion among the wizards, and most of them were already ready to apparate and leave here.

"An~quiet~~"

Under the influence of the amplifying spell, Dumbledore's voice echoed loudly in the long and narrow hall, causing the voices of the wizard representatives to gradually become quiet.

When everyone stopped speaking, Dumbledore stood up and walked to the middle of the hall, looked up at Voldemort and said: "Dark Lord, I think you are here to solve the problem, so please put down the fighting state, you and I both know , you can’t communicate like this.”

Voldemort's frown deepened, and he did have such a plan in mind.

The man's death just now was a bit unjust. If it weren't for the blessing of [Demon King's Hour], he wouldn't have done it rashly.

But now, the problem has indeed become a bit troublesome.

"Veto the first issue or I will not change status."

Voldemort said fiercely, but the meaning behind his words was also a compromise.