Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 290 How Do I Trust You

The third time he uttered the word, Voldemort calmed down a lot.

Although I don't understand why the god of death scolded people, it at least proves that that person may not be a great person.

Perhaps on the other side of the veil was just an old wizard, half dead, with half a tooth missing.

He relied on some special means to fool some ignorant wizards, and it was just such a ceremony.

Of course, the person opposite him should have lived long enough, otherwise he couldn't fool so many people.

"Quiet, quiet..."

The Hall of Death was in complete chaos, and people were discussing something in groups.

Some of them were excited, some were eager, and some were sitting still, looking stupid in place.

Perhaps those people's beliefs have collapsed, after all their eyes have dimmed.

Voldemort didn't bother to get involved anymore, he thought this was a bunch of lunatics, not much better than Death Eaters.

"If there is nothing wrong, Director, I will leave first."

Voldemort felt that it was pointless to stay here any longer.

Maybe this group of people will end up venting their anger on themselves and causing trouble to their upper body.

"Of course, but, Mr. Sylvester, did he really say that?" Director Whitebeard quickly reconfirmed.

"If there is nothing wrong with my ears, that person must be right about what he said."

Voldemort wouldn't use the word "he", that would make him look silly.

Especially after he came up with the idea that the person sitting behind the curtain was an old-fashioned wizard, he was even less willing to call him that.

"Well, this is indeed a bit beyond our imagination."

The white-bearded director said with a bitter face, but he didn't mean to stop Voldemort from leaving.

"In any case, please consider joining the Silencer team. I'll be waiting for your news anytime."

Voldemort nodded, indicating that he would seriously consider it, and then left along the stone steps without hesitation.

"Can't let him go."

"It must be his lie, he's blasphemy."

"Leave him, judge him, take him to the brain hall, and death will give us the answer."

Seeing that Voldemort was about to leave, the crowd rioted instantly, and some people had already picked up their wands.

"Are you going to disregard the rules of the Reticent Man?"

Director Whitebeard's voice sounded again, full of fury and majesty that Voldemort had never felt before.

He turned his head and saw Director Whitebeard also raised his wand, and glanced fiercely at everyone.

The chatter still exists, but there is no one who prevented Voldemort from leaving.

"Mr. Sylvester, please leave at ease. The silent man never strikes at those who can hear the Holy Word."

Whitebeard appeased Voldemort loudly, but in fact, Voldemort didn't care about these clowns.

Indeed, what should a group of wizards who are more ignorant than Death Eaters care about?
He nodded to White Beard, thanked him politely, and left with steady steps.

Whitebeard kept watching Voldemort's back until he left, and then made everyone quiet again.

Voldemort didn't know what happened to Whitebeard after that.

But he raised the thought of arranging for people to enter here.

After all, such a group of fools still have a lot of influence.

If you can win over them, the benefits are no worse than fully controlling the pure blood family in England.

And the most important thing is that this group of people are stupid, so they should be easy to control.

Of course, this group of people may not support him because of religious issues.

But it doesn't matter, Voldemort is just playing three poles if he has dates or not, and he won't pay too much attention to the results.

"It's just... who should be sent here?"

Voldemort thought about it, but couldn't think of a good candidate for a while.

There are still too few talents among Death Eaters.

……

Malfoy Manor.

When Voldemort walked in from the main entrance, he saw a familiar figure in the distance.

"Dark Lord, I have come to see you."

The figure quickly stepped forward, knelt down on one knee in front of Voldemort, took his hand and kissed it.

Voldemort nodded slightly, but looked at Bella who was farther away.

Her messy hair had improved, but she looked more haggard than she had seen yesterday.

Voldemort knew that it was because of his explicit statement that he had broken the woman's heart.

"I hope you can get out of the shadows soon, Bella, you are still an indispensable member of the Death Eaters."

Voldemort blessed in his heart, turned his eyes away from Bella, and looked at Snape who was kneeling in front of him.

"Get up, Severus."

His voice was cold, and Snape shuddered, but Voldemort didn't care.

Lin Zuo liked Snape very much.

In other words, people in Lin Zuo's world all liked this sad man.

This sentiment influenced Voldemort for a time, but that influence has now faded.

But even so, Voldemort still admired the man in front of him.

They may not be together anymore, but they don't need to be enemies either.

Voldemort's ambition is not to destroy all wizards.

"Follow me."

He said something lightly, staggered Snape who hadn't got up yet, and walked towards the small building where he lived.

On the way, Narcissa left Bella suddenly and walked over quickly.

She knelt before Voldemort and said nothing, but Voldemort understood her meaning.

"Narcissa, it's not the time."

Voldemort said something lightly, and walked past her.

"Woo~"

Bella's cry was heard in the distance.

Out of the corner of his eye, Voldemort saw the woman running towards the castle with her face covered.

Lucius, Abu, Old Nott, and some children all looked at Voldemort.

But Voldemort walked around the castle without looking sideways, and walked directly to the small building behind.

He knew that what he did was a little heartless, but if he procrastinated, it would only push things to a more complicated situation.

Instead of this, it is better to cut it in two.

After all, only a sharp knife can cut through the mess.

He walked into the small building with a rather complicated mood, only Snape silently followed behind him.

He also noticed the scene just now.

Moreover, this smart guy even deduced from the sudden acceleration of Voldemort's pace after entering the small building that the Dark Lord's heart was not as calm as he appeared.

"Although there have been changes again, the human touch still remains."

Thinking in this way, he also quickened his pace and followed Voldemort upstairs.

"Sit anywhere."

Entering the study, Voldemort said while taking off his black robe.

"Yes, the Dark Lord."

Snape replied, and then sat down on the other side of the desk in a dignified manner.

He would not dare to face the Dark Lord as he had done to Dumbledore.

If he had to choose to stand, Voldemort presumably didn't mind letting him talk on his stomach.

"Severus, I've been surprised by your arrival."

Voldemort sat down behind his desk, and said with a sigh of relief.

Snape carefully watched Voldemort's every move from the corner of his eye.

He judged that Voldemort must have experienced something important just now, otherwise he wouldn't have made such an obvious slack action just after returning here.

"I should have come earlier, Dark Lord."

As Snape said, he was about to stand up and salute again, but Voldemort waved his hand to signal him not to move.

"You misunderstood me, Severus, I was surprised, not because you came early or late, but..."

Voldemort frowned slightly, stared at him and said, "How can I trust you, Severus?"

(End of this chapter)