Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 221 Reading for the Rise of the Pure-Blood Wizard

Snape stood behind Voldemort to the right, his expressionless face and blank eyes.

But if someone can break through his tightly sealed heart, he will be able to see the fire in his heart.

Yes, he was Voldemort's follower, the most fervent one.

If it wasn't for that person, that event, everything would be different.

Sadness lingered in his heart, but his gaze was on Luna.

"The Dark Lord promised you to help you resurrect your mother, right?" he asked with only two voices.

Luna nodded, but said nothing.

Snape didn't ask any more, but his heart became more restless.

"Tell me how powerful it is, Vincent, you can."

After Voldemort asked everyone to get up, he said to Little Crabbe again.

"Fiendfire is the most powerful fire magic. It has a curse. It will not be extinguished until all the combustibles around it are burned." Crabbe said proudly.

The students raised their heads in surprise, looking at the python made of black flames above their heads, with both envy and fear in their eyes.

"Burn all combustibles..."

Voldemort spoke softly, and moved his wand with two fingers. Following the movement of the wand, the Fiendfire Boa constrictor whizzed past the students' heads.

"But it can't burn me."

Voldemort's words surprised the children, who did not understand what it meant.

But what happened next was something they will never forget.

The circling and flying python composed of powerful Fiendfire suddenly burst into the sound of howling wind and rushed straight towards Voldemort.

The boa constrictor opened its mouth, revealing its black fangs, and with a "boom", bit its Dark Lord.

then……

"Hmm~"

A steady stream of Fiendfire entered Voldemort's body along his breath.

The next moment, Voldemort's whole body seemed to be set on fire.

The black flame became translucent and burned out from his body, but it couldn't hurt him at all.

"Control it, no matter how powerful he is."

As Voldemort said, he reached out to touch a skull ornament on the seat beside him.

"Zi La~~"

The flames instantly devoured the skeleton, but did not hurt the gorgeous seat next to the skeleton.

"Wizards master magic, not magic masters wizards."

As Voldemort said, he flicked his wide sleeves, and the translucent black Fiendfire retreated from him as if he had received some order.

"call."

The flames made a spray in the air, formed a ball, and floated and burned in Voldemort's hand.

This miraculous operation opened the eyes of the little snakes, and they screamed excitedly regardless of the fact that the Dark Lord was right in front of them.

"Good job, Riddle."

A mural on the wall directly called Voldemort's name.

That is the portrait of Phineas Black. He left a portrait here because of his status as an elite Slytherin student.

"Thank you, Principal Black."

Voldemort bowed to him, not offended that he had said his other name.

"Slytherin recruits pure blood. Pure blood represents power, and power is not about fainting and disarming you. Those spells can be learned and mastered, but there is no need to delve into it."

Voldemort said eloquently, "Don't stun your enemy, let alone disarm your enemy. Give him a killing curse, or let him dance in Fiendfire. That's the right choice."

"Dark Lord." A student mustered up his courage and raised his hand.

"Please speak." As Voldemort spoke, he glanced at the portrait on the wall.

It was a portrait of the elite Slytherin students, and they all looked at it with interest.

Not a single portrait had disappeared into the frame, and Voldemort could assure them that they had been notified to look for them, but no one had chosen to obey that order.

United Slytherins, Voldemort was delighted.

"Are you encouraging us to learn the Dark Arts?" the student asked.

"encourage?"

Voldemort's eyes widened with surprise on his face, and then he said with a straight face, "No, you are wrong. I am not encouraging you, but telling you that you must learn."

"Wow~~"

The students gasped in amazement.

"Muggles are right in saying that the truth is only within range. This saying is also valid in the wizarding world."

As Voldemort said, he cast several powerful magic spells in a row, and the entire Slytherin dungeon was destroyed by his spells.

"I stand here, which represents strength, justice, and pure blood. If Dumbledore comes, do you think my justice will still exist?"

The students were dumbfounded, they didn't know how to answer this question for a while.

It was well known that the Dark Lord was terrified of Dumbledore, but they dared not say so.

"Draco, tell me." Voldemort called out his name.

"The truth is only within range, and Dumbledore is stronger, so..." Draco didn't dare to say it.

"So his axioms are stronger than mine." Voldemort said without hesitation, "but I am changing all this, this is what I will do, and you..."

Voldemort's gaze swept across the group of little snakes, his expression full of expectation.

"You are the future of Slytherin, so you must understand the truth that the truth is within range, and you must also be prepared to study for the rise of pure-blood wizards."

As soon as Voldemort's words fell, the following became chaotic.

"Reading for The Rise of the Pure-Blood Wizards?"

"My God, I'm so excited to hear that, I'm going to learn black magic."

"The most important thing is to control, to be as powerful as the Dark Lord."

The students talked a lot, and Voldemort nodded in satisfaction.

He cannot teach here, he cannot gather strength here.

However, he can plant a seed in the hearts of these students.

If pure blood is his base, then Slytherin House is his high-quality stock.

Only by mastering this place can the Death Eaters be constantly enriched.

"The glory of pure blood has declined. Decades ago, there was even a scandal that a Muggle wizard became the Minister of Magic."

Voldemort's words, silence the entire dungeon.

"Are pure-blood wizards extinct? Or are pure-blood wizards no longer able to lead the wizarding world forward?"

Many lower grade students stared wide-eyed in surprise, they didn't even know there was such a thing.

But some older ones, especially those who are close to the Malfoy family, they all know about Draco's grandfather, Abu, cursing the minister.

"If you want to let the pure blood regain power, if you want to restore the glory of the pure blood, read, study, and strengthen yourself, that's what you have to do."

As Voldemort spoke, he waved his wand, and the wall was scorched by Fiendfire to write:
Read for Rise of the Pure Bloods.

"Read it every day, read it every day, sooner or later, you will be able to lift the backs of pure-blood wizards and let the glory bloom again."

As Voldemort said, a powerful repair ripple was fired, and everything damaged by him began to repair instantly.

The powerful magic, the deafening speech, and the visual and audio stimulation made the students excited.

"Snape, come with me."

Voldemort said to Snape, and then looked at Draco, "Go to speak, to encourage everyone, and let more people unite around you."

"Yes, Dark Lord."

In Draco's eyes, the fire of desire for power was burning.

(End of this chapter)