Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 377 Monopolies and Patents

No one answered Voldemort's question, and everyone was silent and dared not speak.

Gun hit the bird.

Everyone understands this truth, so everyone chooses to remain silent.

Voldemort's hand rubbed against the cane twice, and the Phoenix on his shoulder flapped its wings twice.

In the silence, such a sound is particularly intriguing.

"Honorable Lord Dark Lord."

The patriarch of the Foley family couldn't bear to get up silently, bowed slightly to Voldemort and said, "It's not that we don't want to choose, it's just that we have to hide from the world because of the rules of the family."

Voldemort turned his head to look at him, because the distance was too close, and the other party was standing, so he showed a posture of looking up.

This frightened the patriarch of the Fuli family to hastily bowed his body halfway, not daring to trust him.

Voldemort smiled and waved his hand, signaling that he needn't be so cautious.

"That's what you said the last time I came to visit, Mr Foley."

Voldemort stood up leaning on his cane, not only to prevent himself from looking up at the other party, but also to prevent the other party from showing a half-bowed state all the time.

"I can't say that you are making excuses. I am still the same as I was more than ten years ago, insisting on 'respect for every pure blood'."

Mr. Foley nodded gratefully, and representatives of other pure-blood families who did not want to join the Death Eaters or get too close to Voldemort also let out a sigh of relief.

But this tone is obviously a bit early.

"But times are changing, my friends, and things are not what we originally envisioned."

Voldemort said it very sincerely, but even if it was sincere, this was a turning point.

A turning point that raised the hearts of many people.

"I have experienced failure, which stems from my aggressiveness and the uneven distribution of benefits."

On both sides of the long table, many people looked at Voldemort suspiciously.

They understand impulse, but not the unequal distribution of benefits.

"Mr. Foley, we all know that your family has many special medicine formulas, but you keep them very well, don't you?"

Voldemort's words made Mr. Foley's eyes widen in horror.

It was the source of his family's wealth, and if Voldemort had his eyes on it, he really didn't know what to do.

"Mr. Aibo, your family has the secret method of growing a large number of common herbs, but it is kept secret, right?"

This time it was Mr. Abbott's turn to be nervous next to Mr. Foley.

"Flint family, there are several shops in Diagon Alley under your family's name, right?"

The patriarch of the Flint family of the Snake Court for generations, forced a smile at Voldemort.

"I don't want to go into details one by one, but you and I both know that every pure-blood family has its own unique source of income. Muggles call this... a monopoly."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he scanned everyone with serious eyes, but most of them were a little confused.

monopoly?

Is there anything wrong with this?

"Cough cough."

Lucius Malfoy coughed twice, and said after attracting everyone's attention, "In the Muggle world, it is illegal to obtain huge profits through monopoly methods, because it has a great impact on the economy."

"So, Lord Dark Lord, is he planning to promote such a bill?" Mr. Foley asked in astonishment.

The others also looked at Voldemort, waiting for his answer.

It is because each of them has some similar industries. If Voldemort promotes them by force, it will deal a great blow to them.

And if they object to...

If it is Muggle wizards who are regarded as outsiders in the wizarding world, it is understandable that they have such an idea because they cannot understand the horror of Voldemort.

But as pure blood wizards, they know how powerful Voldemort is.

Let's say that.

If Voldemort didn't focus on power, but focused on magic research, then he was destined to be a dark wizard who left the history of magic.

And even if he hadn't done so, he still dominated the contemporary wizarding world in the dark arts.

Everyone knows that Grindelwald is powerful, but no one thinks that Grindelwald has personal strength comparable to Voldemort.

A simple example can explain everything.

When Grindelwald was walking in the wizarding world, the Ministry of Magic of many countries arrested him.

But no Ministry of Magic, or anything like the Aurors, ever attempted to capture Voldemort.

Not wanting, but not dare.

For ordinary wizards, if it is not necessary, they will not use magic with greater damage, let alone black magic.

For Voldemort, black magic other than the Killing Curse was not used unless necessary.

As other wizards fight, spells of various colors fly.

Voldemort fights, green is an eternal theme.

Facing such a person, the pure-blood wizards present, no matter how much dissatisfaction and resentment they had in their hearts, they did not dare to express it excessively.

Even if you sell badly, you must show enough courtesy.

"I don't intend to promote this law across the wizarding community in England, but in some special areas, such as the supply of herbs controlled by the Abbott family..."

Voldemort paused slightly, and his eyes fell on the extremely nervous patriarch of the Abbott family.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Aibo, once the war starts, this is a war resource, and I have to spend some time on it."

"Oh yes, Dark Lord, that's how it should be."

Mr. Aibo replied stutteringly, and got up nervously and asked, "But can't we provide special supplies for your Death Eaters like before?"

Voldemort grinned, and said, "I'm afraid not, Mr. Abbott, because this war may be...longer."

Voldemort's words made Mr. Abbott sit down in a chair, but he quickly turned his eyes to his companion beside him for help.

If everyone can reach an agreement, it may not be impossible to resist Voldemort.

It's a pity that no one responded directly to his gaze, after all, the knife hadn't landed on his neck yet.

"Lord Dark Lord, do you have any needs for my family's secret recipe?" Mr. Foley asked after thinking for a moment.

"For some special ones, I need you to be semi-public—that is, open to the Death Eaters, without facing the entire wizarding world—as for the others, they still belong to you."

The answer Voldemort gave made Mr. Foley heave a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, they don't have to be as miserable as the Aibo family.

This thought made him unable to bear a glance at Patriarch Aibo, and this glance met the gaze of the other party asking for help.

"Lord Dark Lord..."

Patriarch Fuli hesitated for a moment, but decided to help Patriarch Aibo, so he asked Voldemort, "Is there any way to solve the problems of the Aibo family? After all, that is what their family depends on for their survival."

"Of course there is. Just like the Potter family's patent, they can obtain this patent while sharing this method."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he smiled again, "Of course, the premise is that there must be a Death Eater in their family."

(End of this chapter)