Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 229 The Unbreakable Oath
A tabby cat dexterously climbed up the fence, and jumped onto the windowsill with graceful steps.

"Meow~"

On the cat's face with the pattern of a square mirror frame, a pair of cat's eyes widened instantly.

In its pupils, red lines are reflected.

In the room, Voldemort and Neville stood facing each other, their hands tightly held together.

Mrs. Longbottom's wand was right on her clenched hands.

A thin, blazing tongue of flame gushed from the wand, like a red hot wire, wrapped around the clasped hands.

"Without violating your subjective will, are you willing to obey my orders and protect my life? Of course, not at the cost of your own life."

The last sentence was obtained by Mrs. Longbottom's arguments.

She didn't want her precious grandson to die for Voldemort.

Voldemort also accepted this opinion.

After all, he didn't think it would be meaningful for Neville to give up his life after he got into that kind of predicament.

"I am willing."

There was a rare firmness in Neville's voice.

"call."

A thin red flame spewed out from the wand, wrapping around their hands.

"Dark Lord, you are willing to give everything you have to train me to become a powerful wizard..."

Before the words fell, there was a crisp sound from the window.

It was the tabby cat, which jumped in through the window, and changed into the appearance of Professor McGonagall the moment it landed.

"Minerva?" Mrs. Longbottom exclaimed in surprise.

The relationship between her and McGonagall is very good, which is why McGonagall taught Nawei strictly.

It's just that Mrs. Longbottom obviously doesn't want to see Mag at this time.

"Augusta, do you know what you're doing?"

She didn't rush forward, but kept a distance.

The unbreakable oath cannot be broken easily, otherwise the few people present will be backlashed.

If that happens, as the host of the ceremony, Mrs. Longbottom will suffer the most.

"I know, Minerva, I think I know the pros and cons." Mrs. Longbottom said forcefully.

Voldemort raised his eyebrows in satisfaction.

This old lady was stubborn and made him uncomfortable before, but now, it was Mag's turn to suffer.

"Does Algie know about this?"

Professor McGonagall obviously knew Mrs. Longbottom better. She knew she couldn't change the situation, so she tried to start from another direction.

"Algie..."

Mrs. Longbottom murmured, with some hesitation in her expression.

Algie Longbottom was Neville's great-uncle, and his views could indeed influence Mrs. Longbottom.

For example, it was his great-uncle who first felt that Neville had no talent.

For this reason, the great-uncle had thrown Neville off the stairs.

"I can make my own decisions for my life, Professor McGonagall, I am no longer a student at Hogwarts."

Unexpectedly, Neville interrupted his grandma's thoughts.

"He is the enemy of your father and your mother, and even they were injured because of..."

McGonagall looked agitated, but before he could finish, Neville interrupted her louder.

"But none of you have thought about saving them, not a single one."

Neville's excited eyes were a little red, and his words also caught McGonagall for a moment.

Voldemort nodded to him in satisfaction, and he felt that the child was beginning to understand.

"Perhaps it would be much better to let him enter the magic book and integrate his spiritual power faster..." Voldemort thought in his heart.

"We've been working hard, Neville, the hospital..."

"They can't count on it, Professor." Neville interrupted McGonagall again, "It's been 12 years, you have nothing to do, you can't stop me from finding a way, can you?"

Neville's words were like a needle piercing into Mrs. Longbottom's heart.

"Yeah, there is always a way."

Thinking this way, she looked from Neville to Voldemort.

The emotions of disgust and hatred still linger in her mind.

But she suddenly felt that it would not be unacceptable if this person could save her son and daughter-in-law.

The old lady who had been tough for more than ten years finally bowed her head completely to fate.

"Professor McGonagall."

Voldemort said, "Let us complete the magic, can you continue the discussion?"

The corner of Mag's eyes twitched. If the magic is completed, there is nothing to discuss.

But she really had no reason to refuse, at least for now, Voldemort did not threaten anyone present.

And if he really wants to threaten...

McGonagall felt that she had no choice but to call Dumbledore.

"Go ahead." Mag said, turning to Luna.

She felt that Neville was irretrievable, and with the unbreakable oath, there was really not much she could do.

But Luna is okay, this 11-year-old kid must have been tricked by Voldemort, for sure.

Voldemort turned to look at her, but said nothing.

In fact, compared to Neville, he felt that Luna was somewhat useless.

As a pragmatist, it would be a good thing if Mag could persuade Luna to leave.

But aside from being of no practical use, Voldemort thought he and Luna would get along very well.

That feeling is like when two people look at each other and know what each other thinks.

More generally speaking, the G-spots are together.

"Dark Lord, are you willing to give everything you have to train me to become a powerful wizard, and not use this to lure me into darkness?"

Neville's words attracted Professor McGonagall's attention, and she looked towards them.

"I am willing."

Voldemort said without hesitation.

"call."

From the wand, a thin and long line of fire spewed out again, wrapped around the hands of the two, and slowly fell into it.

"When I become your disciple, will you do your best to help my parents wake up from their deep sleep?"

"I am willing."

The third red line gushes out, which means that three vows have been locked.

"Dark Lord, will you promise that you will not lead me into darkness?"

In the distance, Professor McGonagall frowned. She felt that these oaths were too beneficial to Voldemort.

There is neither a time limit nor a frame on some content, which gives the Dark Lord a lot of maneuverability.

But she didn't say anything in the end, because the people who made the oath seemed satisfied.

"I am willing."

As Voldemort's voice fell, the fourth oath was fulfilled, and the red flame spewed out again.

Immediately after, was the end of the ceremony. After Mrs. Longbottom recited the concluding spell, the oath was formally established.

"Mrs. Longbottom, please make it into two chopping swords."

Voldemort directly took out four fangs from his waist pocket, "The rest of the materials are used to make weapons like boomerangs. Neville will write to you to confirm the specific style."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he waved to Luna from a distance.

"Don't go with him?"

McGonagall grabbed Luna, glared at Voldemort and said.

"McGonagall, since when did you think I'm a good-tempered person?"

Voldemort asked, taking out his wand from his waist.

(End of this chapter)