Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

The sensation caused by the magical body was far beyond Voldemort's imagination.

In other words, he never expected that this matter would be spread outside the Death Eater organization.

"It's Mr. Crouch Jr., Your Majesty. Because Mr. Crouch Sr. is in poor health, he applied to Mr. Neville, hoping that Mr. Crouch Sr. can also learn this magic, so..."

Gemma Farley paused, pursed her lips and continued, "Some officials from the Ministry of Magic went to see their old minister. Old Crouch didn't control his mouth, and the news spread like this."

After hearing the ins and outs of the matter, Voldemort nodded helplessly.

He finally understood why Percy threw such a simple question to him.

Because the cold relationship between Crouch and his son was what he had adjusted.

Now that Crouch Jr. was doing something wrong because of his filial piety, if he was punished, it would be a shame to Voldemort.

So Percy couldn't handle it, so he asked Gemma Farley to tell him that now the decision was up to him. He was a little hesitant, but he made a decision quickly.

"Let it be an internal demerit, that's about it."

It's just a punishment that is visible to others, but you can just deal with it. Voldemort looked at Gemma again, "How many invitations are there so far?"

"There are twenty-seven banquets that you'd better attend, and there are over a hundred that require your signature to decline the reply. Don't bother with the rest."

After Gemma Farley looked at the document in her hand, she raised her head and reported to Voldemort.

The hosts of these banquets are not interested in drinking, but in order to have magical bodies.

Having a magical body is equivalent to having the method of eternal life.

The philosophy of life that Voldemort was pursuing so hard before was considered wrong by everyone, but now that it has been realized, everyone is flocking to it.

Invitations came in droves, both relevant and irrelevant, and they all wanted to meet Voldemort through various channels.

All he wants is a chance to learn that complicated magic.

"Is there any reason why these twenty-seven families cannot refuse?" Voldemort frowned and asked.

He didn't want to attend these boring banquets frequently, so it was better to refuse them unless necessary.

"This is the first official invitation from the Queen of England. There are also French pure-blood families. You know that is the birthplace of many English pure-blood families, and that country in the east..."

"OK OK."

Voldemort waved his hand to interrupt Gemma's words and said dissatisfiedly, "Tell me directly, Gemma, if you have any solution to the problem."

Gemma Farley, who has been with him since Hogwarts until now, relies on her caution and strong adaptability, which is why Voldemort asked this question.

"The semi-open magic body curse sets up a points system for other organizations with friendly relations. If the points are enough, the curse will be opened. If the points are not enough, the curse will not be released." Gemma immediately raised her head and said, obviously she had been prepared.

But Voldemort was stunned by her idea. He was in a daze for a long time before he realized that a painful point in Lin Zuo's memory had been touched.

"Very good. In this case, how many banquets can be turned down?" Lin Zuo suppressed the irritability in his heart and asked Gemma again.

"There are at least twenty people who don't need to attend, but with the formal invitation from the English royal family, it's best to attend. After all, this can..."

"That's no problem. I'll participate. Not yet?" Voldemort interrupted.

"There is also a formal invitation to the ancient eastern country. I know you are interested in it. If you are willing..."

"Both of these are participating, as well as the French one. If you can, let me push the others. I'm very busy recently." Voldemort pointed to the magic book on the table, and Gemma immediately nodded obediently.

The communication ended here, Gemma left with the results, and Voldemort was immersed in the world of magic text again.

He has recently been deducing the time magic text, but that thing is easy to complete in the memory world, but not in the real world.

This made Voldemort very painful, and he was consulting a large number of ancient magic books, trying to find a way to solve the problem.

In the following days, Voldemort attended several banquets in between studies.

The needs of the British royal family were mentioned very euphemistically. If Gemma hadn't been British, she might not have understood the meaning of the Queen's words.

As for Voldemort, he regarded this banquet as a relaxing trip, focusing only on dancing and delicious food.

Apart from the two, the only ones that could attract his attention were the few female celebrities attending the banquet.

This was mainly due to Lin Zuo's feelings. Riddle was not very interested in women, which also led to Voldemort only looking at her from a distance and not getting close to him.

After the Queen's banquet, Voldemort rushed to France without stopping, where there was still a banquet of pure-blood wizards waiting for him.

Compared to the extravagance and splendor of the Queen of England's banquet, the pure-blood wizard's banquet seemed a bit simple and monotonous.

But there were especially many pure-blood wizards attending the banquet this time, and there were even many pure-blood families that Voldemort had never heard of.

"They are all caused by the temptation of eternal life. Your Majesty, no one can resist such temptation." During the banquet, Lucius, who came with Voldemort, whispered.

"You don't know these families either?" Voldemort glanced at the strange figures on the dance floor and asked Lucius quietly.

"I have seen a small number of them in the family's books introducing nobles, but most of them are not in the book." Lucius said, pointing to the west side of the hall, "I don't know about those people at all. "

Voldemort looked in the direction he pointed and saw a group of wizards wearing leather jackets with half of their shoulders exposed. He couldn't help but smile.

Yes, it would be really hard to know about this kind of tribal witches hiding near the North Pole if they hadn't attended this banquet.

"You are good at handling noble affairs, Lucius. It is up to you to decide how to rate these pure-blood families."

Voldemort said, patting him on the shoulder, "I will leave from behind in a moment, please help me find some excuses."

Lucius's face, which had just smiled, immediately stiffened.

I think after Voldemort leaves after a while, no matter how he explains it, some people will be dissatisfied.

Sweet dates are really not that delicious.

Just when Lucius was in pain and happy, Voldemort had already gotten up.

His actions naturally attracted the attention of countless wizards, but he just pretended to go to the bathroom. After disappearing around the corner, he quickly left through the back door.

Damn pure-blood family, where is your arrogance?

If these guys hadn't been too tightly entangled, why would he, the majestic Dark Lord, need to escape through urine?

As expected, neither Muggles nor wizards can refuse the desire for eternal life.