Hogwarts: I, Tom, am really not Voldemort!

What exactly does the Dark Lord want to do?

The people present looked at each other, their little heads filled with big question marks.

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting a bit cold, Tom felt that these guys who couldn't keep up with the leader's thinking were really not helpful.

He didn't expect that the subordinates Old Voldemort, who had no nose, had trained back then were all like this. Alas, he, Tom, would have to retrain them properly. So tiring.

Just then, Lucius spoke, "Master, then what exactly is following the trend of the times?"

Hearing Lucius's words, Tom swept away his previous worries and gave him a big thumbs up.

No wonder the Malfoys are 'loyal to the core'. He's so observant. This comic relief is well done. Not all of Old Voldemort's subordinates are useless.

"Well asked, Lucius. What is the trend of the times? It is—" Tom paused deliberately before continuing, "Money! ! !"

"Ah?"

"What?"

......

The Death Eaters present felt like they were hallucinating. What did the Dark Lord say? It wasn't pure-blood theory, nor was it conquering the magical world, but money?

Tom ignored their disbelief and continued, "In this day and age, what is the Ministry of Magic compared to controlling the economy? What is Dumbledore? The development of our Death Eaters must also follow the trend. In the future, making money should be high-profile, and gang affairs should be low-profile."

"Oh!"

If the Dark Lord had said so earlier, we would have understood. This time, the Dark Lord wants to conquer the magical world by controlling the economy, and by the way, he also wants to lead us to make money. Thinking about it, it's a little exciting.

It must be said that, for a large number of Death Eaters, the Dark Lord, who can bring them benefits, is obviously more attractive than Voldemort, who focuses on pure-blood theory and engages in terrorist attacks every day.

"Moreover," Tom looked at the Dark wizards brought by Avery to cheer him on, "Look at these friends of ours who are meeting for the first time. Obviously, they are not having a good time. I believe that a large part of them were forced to embark on the path of Dark wizards because of the pressure of life."

"Our Death Eaters have a sense of social responsibility. We have the obligation and the responsibility to guide them to turn over a new leaf, provide them with a job, and help them live a happy life."

The Dark wizards who met the Dark Lord for the first time suddenly felt the urge to cry. The Dark Lord would actually pay attention to these small characters hiding in the dark corners of the magical world. Sure enough, the rumors are not reliable.

This is not the bloodthirsty Dark Lord at all, but simply a great person, a saint. What the Dark Lord did back then must have been slander against him by the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore.

"Hail, Dark Lord!"

Not knowing who took the lead, a burst of cheers suddenly rang out in the pub.

At this time, the Death Eaters who had been with the Dark Lord for a long time fell into a state of bewilderment.

Listen to this, social responsibility, turning over a new leaf, a happy life. How could these words be said from the Dark Lord's mouth? These words obviously belong to Dumbledore. Doesn't the Dark Lord feel awkward saying them?

We are villains, don't you understand what a villain is? Is the Dark Lord's brain twitching again?

In this strange atmosphere of half fanaticism and half bewilderment, the king of comic relief—Lucius—spoke up in a timely manner, "Then, Master, what should we do?"

Well done, Lucius.

After praising Lucius in his heart, Tom asked everyone a question: "What do you think of Knockturn Alley outside?"

Knockturn Alley, what do you think of it? After so many years, what else can you think of it besides dirty, messy, and poor?

Just as someone carefully said this answer, Tom looked approving.

"That's right, it's dirty, messy, and poor, and this will become the starting point of our Death Eater business."

Hearing Tom's words, the people present didn't know what to say. What's going on? How did this broken place in Knockturn Alley become the starting point of business?

At this time, Lucius had to make a brilliant appearance again and ask everyone's doubts: "Master, what are you going to do with Knockturn Alley?"

Tom cleared his throat and said, "Acquire vacant shops and land, bring existing shops into our team, re-plan, renovate, and expand Knockturn Alley, and build it into a comprehensive commercial center integrating eating, drinking, playing, and entertainment in the magical world."

"Moreover, our vision cannot be limited to the British Isles. We must use this as a benchmark to promote the Knockturn Alley model to the entire Europe and even the world. Our Death Eaters will eventually leave a glorious mark in the magical world."

Just as everyone was immersed in the pie that Tom had drawn, a discordant voice came out: "But, Master, what if someone is unwilling to join our team? And how should we deal with the Ministry of Magic?"

"Then persuade him well. Do I need to teach you?"

The Death Eater who asked the question saw the green light faintly emerging from the wand that Tom took out, and cold sweat broke out all at once. Master, I understand.

"As for the Ministry of Magic, who can tell me, who is the master of the Death Eaters?"

"Of course it's you, Dark Lord!"

The Death Eaters quickly lowered their heads to show their respect.

Unexpectedly, Tom shook his head: "No, no, no, from today onwards, the new master of the Death Eaters will be Albus Dumbledore, at least the master on the surface is Dumbledore."

"Ah?"

The only question now is: "Master, how can we make Dumbledore our new master?"

"That requires a little skill."

There was a smile in Tom's tone, but Lucius felt a chill for no reason.

So, the Death Eaters fully received Tom's 'loving' education.

With the help of Auxter Rookwood, a spy lurking in the Ministry of Magic, on the day Dumbledore was released, the Death Eaters stood in the hall of the Ministry of Magic and shouted in unison:

"Welcome the return of the White Lord!"

"Loyalty!"

So far, the new master of the Death Eaters—Albus Dumbledore—has taken his place.