Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 341 Show it with prestige
The journey home was surprisingly smooth, and there were no more twists and turns.

The only thing that made Voldemort a little strange was that Rajdev II who greeted him looked a little strange, but Voldemort was in no mood to pay him any attention.

"He doesn't look like Rajdev II, master, but rather like Rajdev I."

After returning to Malfoy Manor using the Portkey, Bella immediately spoke to Voldemort.

Voldemort was stunned for a moment, he thought of Rajdev II's golden bellows decoration rising from his neck.

Indeed, earlier, Rajdev II never had such ornaments.

The first time Voldemort saw this ornament was on Rajdev I.

"Maybe."

Voldemort agreed, and stopped thinking about the Rajdev family.

He didn't think that he and the other party would have any intersections, and he didn't bother to take care of their affairs.

"Honorable Dark Lord, you are back."

Stepping into the manor, Lucius, who was walking with Narcissa, greeted him immediately, "Is everything going well, Dark Lord?"

"smoothly."

Voldemort nodded to Lucius, and glanced at Narcissa who was beside him suspiciously.

Her demeanor seemed to have changed, as if she was much gentler than before she left.

"Narcissa is pregnant, Dark Lord, I may have a second child." Lucius said hastily.

Voldemort froze for a moment, then smiled and congratulated.

But deep in his heart, he had an idea that his fate had quietly changed.

At least in Lin Zuo's memory, Draco had no siblings.

"What you do is worthy of encouragement, Lucius, pure-blood wizards need more fresh little lives." Voldemort praised.

Thanking Lucius for this, he let his wife leave and began to report to Voldemort about the changes in the British wizarding world these days.

Most notably, Fudge, who was supported by pure blood, and Crouch, who was supported by the public, started to fight in the newspapers.

Fudge insists that the escape of the three Death Eaters from Azkaban does not mean the Dark Lord has returned.

And Crouch believes that regardless of whether the Dark Lord returns or not, the wizarding world should be prepared for his return.

At the same time, he believes that the Death Eaters represented by Antonin Dolokhov are "a wave with ideals."

They were nothing like the three runaways, or the "cowards of the bad guys" who escaped prison.

"We should understand their thoughts, rather than extreme negation. Absorbing and dividing Death Eaters is an effective blow to mysterious people."

His remarks will naturally cause an uproar in the wizarding world.

Like Ron's mother, loved ones died at the hands of Death Eaters.

Especially those who died at the hands of Death Eaters, such as Antonin Dolokhov, who were considered absorbable and differentiated.

They were extremely dissatisfied with Crouch's remarks.

Some extremists even wrote letters to the Ministry of Magic and newspapers, hoping to give them the Soul Eater Kiss.

But more people have completely different attitudes from them. Most of these people have been oppressed, but no relatives have been murdered.

They think that Crouch's idea is very good, to divide and absorb the enemy, no matter how you look at it, it is better than killing them directly.

After all, wizards are always related, so why kill each other because of the mysterious man?
What's more, if these people betray the mysterious man, they can protect the wizarding world in turn.

In short, the British wizarding world is a mess stirred up by these two people.

"Pureblood's support for Fudge is still weak."

Walking by the fountain, Voldemort stretched out his hand to shake the ripples in the pool and said, "More pure blood should stand up and speak out against Crouch and support Fudge."

Lucius nodded, but then frowned and said, "They all know that supporting Fudge is temporary, so they don't want to contribute much to this matter."

Voldemort's hand paused in the sink, then he took it out and shook it, turning his head to look at Lucius.

"I think the reason is more than that?" Voldemort asked in a deep voice.

"Yes... yes, Dark Lord."

Lucius took a step back in fright, lowered his head and said, "Part of the reason is that Crouch has the general support of the wizard people, so...they don't want their family to stand on the opposite side of the wizard people in this matter. .”

"Foolishness."

Voldemort yelled angrily, making Lucius shiver in fright.

But Voldemort added another sentence in dissatisfaction.

"Short-sighted."

Lucius just lowered his head, not daring to say a word.

Voldemort glanced at Lucius who was as frightened as a chicken, fell silent for a moment, and let out a foul breath.

"We are not good people, and we have not done any good deeds. If we want to clean up our crimes, the road must be long and difficult."

Voldemort, who exhaled foul air, said slowly in a deep voice.

"During this process, there are still some people who hold the idea of ​​a small group and a small family, and are unwilling to sacrifice for the collective benefit, and are unwilling to take the lead in order to win."

Voldemort looked back at Lucius, and waved for him to follow his steps.

"These people are the cancerous tumors in the organization, and they are the people who are holding back.

"What do you think we should do?"

Walking to Voldemort, who was sitting on a bench not far away, looked up slightly at Lucius and asked.

"us……"

Lucius made a long sound, and then secretly looked at Voldemort, only to see the other party staring at him with deep eyes.

It really scared him.

He immediately lowered his head even lower, and his body began to tremble.

And Voldemort looked at Lucius who was trembling like a chicken, and sighed helplessly.

"Presenting the facts and reasoning, we have done these things, Lucius, but there is one thing we haven't done until now, do you know what it is?"

Voldemort adjusted his state and asked gently.

"Please show me, Dark Lord." Lucius said while kneeling alone.

"Show it, Lucius."

Voldemort slowly raised his head, looked at the white clouds dotted in the blue sky and murmured, "It's time, it's time."

Lucius looked up at Voldemort suspiciously.

"Tell them that after a while, I will meet with them and let them prepare."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he stood up and started to walk towards the backyard, but stopped suddenly.

"Don't give a specific time, let them struggle in fear for a while.

"Tell them that this is an assessment for them."

After leaving the last sentence, Voldemort shook his wizard robe and left without saying a word.

As for Lucius behind him, his eyes were already shining with excitement.

"Yes, Dark Lord."

Lucius shouted loudly, the words were full of confidence.

Narcissa, who was standing in the distance chatting with Bella, looked at her husband suspiciously.

She suddenly found that her exhausted husband, who had been tortured by pure-bloods these days, suddenly became energetic.

Why is the problem solved once the Dark Lord returns?

She was thinking, and looked at Voldemort who was rushing towards the backyard, but she saw the other party's eyes sweeping over.

The two looked at each other, and Narcissa was so frightened that she hurriedly knelt down to salute.

"The Dark Lord with no emotion in his eyes is really terrifying."

Narcissa thought so.

(End of this chapter)