Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 238 Abu Senior
Human nature is greedy, and they risk their lives for money.

There are more than a dozen people in charge of the region, more than ten small ones, five big ones, and three big ones.

One for Russia, one for the United States, and one for the UAE.

Chaos, freedom, and money are, indeed, catalysts of corruption.

Voldemort was merciless, as long as corruption was involved, he would deal with it all.

Not only to recover the loss, but also to accept legal punishment.

One of them had a bad temper, perhaps because he felt that he had found a backer in Maozi.

Voldemort didn't get used to it either, and directly gifted the Memory Curse, gutted him and handed him over to the police.

Anyway, although his consortium has moral problems, it has no legal loopholes.

The accumulation of capital is already full of exploitation and plunder, how can it be restrained by morality.

Walking on the edge of the law, as long as you don't cross that threshold, it's fine.

At least, the Riedel Consortium never evaded taxes.

"The Internet still needs to be developed hard, and we must master the core technology."

To deal with the traitor well, it is natural to plan for the next step of the consortium's development.

In addition to the existing real estate and arms industries, Voldemort decided to promote the Internet in the next step.

This thing started to advance by leaps and bounds at this point in time, and with my own foresight, I think it will be promoted faster.

"In addition to the core technology, supporting equipment, base station construction, etc., we must share profits and allow more people to participate."

Money needs to be earned, but there is no need to make enemies all over the world for the sake of money.

The best thing is to bind the interests, so that if one prospers, one loses all.

In addition to these, in the end Voldemort also asked to increase investment in China, and especially strengthen investment in real estate.

"Don't take out the funds put there, and reinvest them all."

After making the final decision, Voldemort dismissed the meeting.

"Cultivate more truly capable people, Pokiss, you will always be someone I can trust, but there is no need to dig deep in areas that you are not good at, understand?"

At the dinner, Voldemort said this to Pokiss.

How much he could comprehend, Voldemort did not know, nor did he care.

The Muggle world is not his base, and more of his energy will be devoted to the wizarding world.

After the dinner, Voldemort went directly to Malfoy Manor with his two apprentices.

"Welcome back, Dark Lord."

The manor square was shrouded in a spell of illumination, and more than a dozen wizards stood straight in front of them wearing black cloaks and masks.

Although the number was small, they were all trustworthy, and Voldemort hugged them one by one, and had a few words with everyone.

"Nott, it's nice to have a body."

"Crabbe, Vincent is a lot like you, he likes Fiendfire."

"Parkinson, Pansy is a brave girl, you have to train him well."

After communicating with everyone, Voldemort attended the dinner organized by Lucius for him.

"Take off the mask, take off the heavy black robe, light the lamp, and play some music."

Voldemort began to show that he was different from the past. He no longer liked the dark and sneaky life.

"Let all the reliable family members come over. This place should be more lively and lively."

Following Voldemort's orders, more people joined in.

There are ladies, and there are many children who have not yet gone to school.

But those young people who had just graduated from the family were not called by Voldemort's hint.

People around the age of 20 are the most passionate and rampant.

Letting them know that Voldemort was back and that he was their backer would cause trouble.

And the last thing Voldemort wanted right now was trouble.

The contradiction between the reformers and the conservatives in the wizarding world has long been irreconcilable because of his appearance.

The contradiction between pure-blood wizards and Muggle wizards is also growing wildly in the dark.

The contradiction between rich and poor pure blood has also emerged.

At this time, it is better not to appear rashly and change the situation.

In particular, the resurrection has not been fully completed.

At the dance after the dinner, Voldemort invited Luna and danced a very incongruous opening dance.

Under Voldemort's advance instruction, Lucius and his wife took the lead in laughing, which gave the ball a good start.

After that, many ladies came to ask Voldemort to dance, but Voldemort refused.

"You spend more time with everyone, I'll go see Senior Abu."

Halfway through the dance, Voldemort said to Lucius.

He didn't see any surprise in Lucius' eyes, and Lucius' words answered his doubts.

"My father has long been looking forward to such a day, please come with me."

Lucius led Voldemort upstairs.

The two little ones, Neville and Luna, wanted to follow, but Voldemort refused them.

"Take Neville to a dance, Luna, and make the kid brighter."

Voldemort left Luna with such a task.

"Knock, knock, knock."

There was a knock on the door, and Voldemort judged from the sound that the wooden boards of the door were very thick.

"boom."

No one spoke, but the door slammed open.

"For the past two days, my father has suppressed the curse of backlash, but it is very exhausting for him mentally and physically. Please also ask the Dark Lord to measure my father's situation and not communicate too much."

It was rare that Lucius dared to make demands on Voldemort.

"I'm here to help, not add trouble, Lucius, and I know what to do."

Voldemort patted him on the shoulder reassuringly, and walked into the room alone.

The room is dark and damp, and after stepping through the door, it gives the illusion of entering a separate space.

"Is it the Dark Lord?" Abu's voice came, "I'm inside."

The voice was hoarse and tired.

Voldemort turned to the inner room, and as soon as he entered, he saw a huge pile of shiny things piled up in the corner.

His eyes glanced over this, and then fell on the neatly dressed Abu behind the desk.

He looked changed a lot, his handsome face was out of shape, and his nose was slightly raised forward.

"Look at me." He stretched out his hand to signal Voldemort to sit opposite him, "It's not the Senior Abu you remember."

Voldemort smiled from the bottom of his heart, and said, "But your enthusiasm is the same as before. It reminds me of those things on the Hogwarts Express."

"Hahaha, you beat old Crabbe badly that time, and he complained to me for a long time afterwards, thinking about revenge on you secretly."

Abu sat down with Voldemort, and then pointed to the cup in front of Voldemort, "Chocolate milk, although I don't know how you changed the taste, but in any case, with me, you can do whatever you like."

"Thank you, Senior Abu."

Voldemort lowered his head slightly, then picked up the cup, and drank it in big gulps.

Putting down the cup, he saw more smiles on Abu's face.

"I seem to see the original you, Tom, can I call you that?" Abu asked.

"Of course, Senior Abu, in my heart, you have always been my guide." Voldemort said sincerely.

"You can't say that."

Abu looked very happy, but he still waved his hand and said seriously, "I can't possibly lead you to such a great figure, Tom, look at Lucius, what I have taught him to be like."

When he said this, Abu had a dissatisfied expression on his face.

(End of this chapter)