Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 220 The King of Slytherin
"Quiet~~~"

Snape's voice filled the long, low Slytherin lounge, and the chattering snakes fell silent.

"The prefects count the number of students and make sure that all the students are here. Everyone else sit down and don't make any noise."

The little snakes each found a place to sit down, and if there was really no place, they sat on the carpet.

The prefects began to roll their names, and apart from their voices, there was only the crackling of charcoal burning in the fireplace.

"Dean Snape." Draco walked up to Snape and asked in a low voice, "What happened in the Chamber of Secrets after we left?"

Snape looked at Draco sullenly, without saying a word.

Draco smiled awkwardly, before turning back to his seat.

But at this moment, there was a sound from one side of the fireplace.

"boom."

The wall hung with medieval tapestry jumped aside, causing everyone to turn their heads to look here.

"Click, click, click..."

The sound of footsteps came, and after a while, three figures appeared there.

Snape's eyes widened in surprise, and Draco's expression was disbelieving.

As for the other students, most of them were surprised with doubts.

"Severus."

The students saw the leader take a few steps forward, and then slowly stretched out his left hand.

Everyone didn't understand what he meant, until their dean hesitated for a moment and walked forward slowly.

"Welcome back, Dark Lord."

Snape got down on one knee and kissed Voldemort's left hand.

"Boom~~"

The quiet dungeon suddenly became noisy.

Some students backed away in fear, and some asked the students next to them in surprise if they heard it wrong.

But more people looked up at the Dark Lord with excitement.

"Quiet."

Voldemort spoke, and the sound echoed through the narrow dungeon like a bell.

The students covered their ears in pain, and only put down their hands in horror when the sound disappeared.

"Severus." Voldemort looked at Snape, "According to our tradition, shouldn't you introduce my identity to everyone?"

In England, introducing yourself by yourself is an act of self-degradation.

When nobles meet for the first time, they must be introduced by an intermediary with sufficient status, so as to show the extraordinaryness of the person being introduced.

"of course."

Snape stood up and looked at his students, "Standing before you is the King of Slytherin, the most powerful Dark wizard who ever lived, the pride of pure blood, our Dark Lord."

"Welcome the Dark Lord."

Draco was the first to stand up, he yelled loudly, and slowly knelt down on one knee.

Behind him, Crabbe, Gore, Knott, Parkinson and others followed closely and knelt on one knee.

Then, one, two, three...

In the end, all the students in Slytherin cried out and knelt on the ground with one knee.

There was no one standing in front of Voldemort.

Behind him, Luna raised her head slightly, watching all this quietly.

Neville twisted his body nervously, his knees softened and stiffened, hesitating there.

"Just stand still."

Voldemort whispered to the two, then turned his head with a happy smile on his face.

Yes, not happiness, but happiness.

He held up his hands, his wand resting lightly between his right fingers.

Close your eyes and take a deep breath.

"Hmm~"

Many students raised their heads curiously, and then hurriedly lowered their heads.

Only Draco looked up at Voldemort with envy and admiration on his face.

"The smell of Slytherin, I like this dungeon."

Voldemort spoke slowly, his voice was soft, but it could be clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.

The Slytherin lounge, also known as the dungeon, certainly looks like it.

"Arise, my children, my future ones."

As he spoke, he stepped forward and helped Draco himself.

"I taught you magic last year, but I have to say that my status limits my teaching level."

As Voldemort spoke, he waved his hand and asked everyone to sit down.

"What is magic?"

He looked at Draco, obviously wanting him to answer his own question.

"It's the power that wizards rely on to survive." Draco stood up and said.

Voldemort smiled and nodded, motioning for him to sit down.

"Power, this is the answer I want." After he finished speaking, he pointed his wand at Gemma Farley who was sitting behind. "Tell me, what is power?"

Gemma Farley stood up nervously. She hesitated for a moment, looking as if she wanted to ask Voldemort some questions, but she didn't dare to speak.

"Gemma, you used to be my teaching assistant. If you have any questions, just ask." Voldemort put his hands behind his back, and his wide sleeves made a sound.

"It was really you last year..."

"It's me, Gemma, tell me, what is power?" Voldemort asked, interrupting her.

"A powerful spell." Gemma said with her chest out.

Voldemort nodded, motioning for her to sit down.

"A powerful spell..."

Voldemort murmured, stepping in front of the exquisite fireplace, "What is a powerful spell?"

His murmured words seemed to be asking himself.

The students all stared at him curiously, deeply attracted by his question.

"Is that it?"

As Voldemort spoke, his wand swung, and a green light shot onto the wall.

"My God, it's the Killing Curse."

Some senior students said in surprise.

"Or it."

Voldemort waved his hand again, and an explosive curse hit the wall, directly cracking the rough stone wall.

"Boom~~~"

Stone snow flew, and the crackling sound took a long time before it stopped.

"Or..."

Voldemort's voice became very low. "It."

A ray of flame sprang out from Voldemort's wand. At first, it was still a thin ray, but gradually it became bigger and bigger, and finally it was as thick as a python.

It flies in the sky, swims in the Slytherin dungeon, and everything contaminated with it will be swallowed.

"It's Fiendfire, I know it, it's Fiendfire."

Crabbe stood up in surprise and shouted excitedly.

"You understand it?"

Voldemort asked Vincent Crabbe.

"Yes, teach... the Dark Lord, I understand it."

Crabbe said incoherently, "This is my family magic. My father said, teach me when I'm older."

"A very good family inheritance, I think everyone here has this kind of inheritance, because you are all pure blood."

Voldemort smiled and said to everyone, then looked at Crabbe, "Tell me about its characteristics, Vincent, I think you know, right?"

"Yes, Dark Lord." Vincent nodded excitedly, but he didn't answer the question immediately, but said, "You actually remember my name, respected Dark Lord, the Crabbe family will take this as an honor Rong."

Voldemort gave him a handsome and encouraging smile, then scanned the entire dungeon.

"I remember the names of each of you, because you are Slytherin, you are my future, and the future of the wizarding world."

The little snakes were so excited that under the leadership of Draco, they fell at Voldemort's feet again.

Like their parents, they gave glory to the Dark Lord.

From generation to generation, from generation to generation.

(End of this chapter)