Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 10 Final Preparations
"True, true, still true."

Ms. Uta Hagen, founder of HB Performance Studio in New York and winner of two Tony Awards for Best Actress, points to her chest vigorously in every accent.

"Performance is not deceitful, hypocritical, or pretentious. Even if you have such a thought, your performance has failed."

Quirrell nodded seriously, and kept all this in his heart.

The time has come to July 7th, and there is only one day before meeting Albus Dumbledore.

Today is Quirrell's last acting class.

"At the end of the course, I still want to emphasize that acting is 'subconscious' done both internally and externally."

“You don’t have to manipulate every little thing you do — it’s going to look fake if you do — and you don’t have to focus on your heart, which takes your performance away from reality.”

"Look at the opponent, look at the environment, no matter the inner feeling or the external behavior, it is not deliberate, it is reactive, as long as it is natural, it is correct."

Quirrell nodded solemnly again, looking like a well-behaved and hard-working student—in fact, he was already acting, playing a Muggle who aspired to become an actor.

So far, it looks good.

"Then, all the lessons are over here. I hope you can apply my acting method to British drama. It is my honor."

Ms. Hagen smiled at him and declared the session over.

Voldemort took over the body in an instant, got up to express his gratitude, and said: "The Riddle Foundation will approach the later funding of the HB Performance Studio, so don't worry, teacher."

Ms. Hagen nodded, she didn't say much about money, she just gave a few notes on the performance, and said goodbye to Voldemort.

Not long after she left, Voldemort also walked out of 36 Hall Street.

……

City of London, Coleman Street.

Surrounded by several people, Voldemort looked up at the brand-new gold-plated signboard on the eight-story building next to him—the Riddle Foundation.

"Very nice, Pokiss."

Voldemort's praise made the tall and thin Gene Pokis flush with excitement.

He stabilized his mind, motioned the people around him to stay away, and then whispered to Voldemort: "Mr. Riddle, about the night, Peel and the dog..."

"We'll talk about this later."

Voldemort waved his hand, and did not discuss this issue with him in detail, "But I want to say, Pokiss, you must be more calm, otherwise, even if you represent my will, you will not be respected by everyone."

Gene Pokiss followed Voldemort's gaze and looked aside in surprise. Sure enough, the few people who were far away from them were whispering something, and they didn't think they were praising him.

"I understand, Mr. Riddle." Pokis nodded fiercely, and then glared at several financial project managers in the distance, but those people did not respond to him.

"Let's go to the meeting."

As Voldemort said, he took the lead and walked into the Riddle Building, followed by everyone.

In fact, he did not spend money to buy this eight-storey building, but only rented the highest floor and the right to name the building.

Everyone went up to the eighth floor and soon came to the conference room. Voldemort sat at the head, Pokis sat behind him, and the others sat down for the first time and began to report on the progress of work.

"It will take another month to set up the insurance company. WPP was selected for the early publicity. In terms of finance..."

Voldemort simply recorded the key content, stopped from time to time, and asked for some information that he could not understand.

When this person's report is over, the second person is already eager to try.

"Apple is in a downturn, but they don't need capital injection, but when we propose to acquire technology and invest in technology, we get their approval..."

"Wait a minute."

Voldemort stopped, "Invest in technology, what do you mean?"

"We acquire technology and provide it to Apple for free. If the technology is useful, we will exchange it for shares according to the profits obtained or the effectiveness it plays..."

Voldemort frowned. As far as he knew, Apple would not be able to get out of the downturn until 97—he judged it based on the year Jobs returned—such a long-term investment in technology may not necessarily pay off...

"Mr. Riddle."

Seeing Voldemort frowning, the person in charge hurriedly explained, "We will select the technology, and if Apple thinks the technology is useless, we will attribute it to Riddle Internet Technology Company."

After hearing this explanation, Voldemort reluctantly nodded, agreeing to his request, and beckoned him to continue.

In addition to Apple, other Internet companies that Voldemort knew would naturally also receive attention, but none of them could buy a large number of shares nowadays, so they could only wait slowly.

After the person in charge elaborated, several people spoke in turn. The fields they involved were:

Banking, mining, real estate, education, science, wineries...

There are so many types, Voldemort sounds like a big head, but in order to make money, he can only spread the scope of business. After all, as a time traveler, he has some advanced knowledge in all aspects.

If you let him do it, you may not be able to achieve anything, but it is still very predictable to command from a high place.

What's more, these are his plans for the future. In the short term, he doesn't expect these transactions to make money.

Primitive accumulation, Voldemort has completed, the method is simple and direct - magic.

As a master of [Legiliency], he always has a way to persuade others, and after he persuades a rich man, a drop of water will soon infect a river, and a river will enter a sea...

"Give me the money, and it will grow at a compound interest rate of [-]% every year. Sign the contract in the name of the Riddle family, and you will get inexhaustible wealth."

Those charming words made the Riddle family, which only existed in a few pictures, extremely reliable.

Tens of thousands of wealth entered the Riddell Consortium in an endless stream, allowing this consortium, which was only established for two months, to develop rapidly.

As for how to repay...

"The investment company has invested 80.00% of its property in Soviet Russia. If Soviet Russia is really as you predicted..."

"This is the inevitable end."

Voldemort interrupted him coldly and asked, "Why 80.00% instead of [-]%?"

"Forehead……"

Stared at by Voldemort's eyes, the person in charge shivered in fright, and spoke after a while, "We want to hedge, because 90.00% of the consortium's funds are in Liddell Investment Company, once..."

"Not once, as I said."

Voldemort's voice was still cold, and everyone was silent, "Time waits for no one, the remaining 20.00% must be invested within one month, understand?"

It is very close to the occurrence of that incident. If you can't get the maximum benefit, then you want to get such a benefit...

"Ming...Understood, Mr. Riddle, let's do it right away."

After the person in charge finished speaking, he hurriedly got up and left.

Voldemort waved his hand, and the others followed suit, except Gene Pokiss who remained.

"Mr. Riddle, about the evening..."

"We'll discuss this later."

Voldemort waved his hand, interrupted him, and said, "Porges, you have to tell me what's going on with your relationship with Shashulin?"

"very good."

Pokis immediately said, "He loves money very much. I didn't withhold a cent of the money you gave me, and gave it all to him. He said that he would let me know in advance when he next takes action."

Voldemort nodded and said, "This matter must be followed closely. This is very important."

Bokis nodded fiercely, indicating that he understood.

"Ok."

Voldemort breathed a sigh of relief and stood up, "Go to Surrey, about your son and dog, and the arrangements for the Dursleys, we'll talk on the way."

　Ask for a recommendation ticket, and exchange it with Dudley's friend, Pierre's life!
　　


(End of this chapter)