Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 380 The Avery Family Exits

The study was dim, and Voldemort was sitting on a thick green leather armchair.

Opposite him, the old Avery, the representative of the Avery family, was sitting there primly.

This old man who was nearly a hundred years old looked older than Dumbledore.

His eyes were so wrinkled that there was only a slit left, which occasionally flashed through the dullness, and there was nothing but helplessness besides terror.

"Uncle Avery."

Voldemort's words made the old man on the opposite side instinctively shudder.

His eyes became a little blurred and wandering, and Voldemort guessed that he was thinking of things 50 years ago.

At that time, the two met for the first time.

He was also an excellent Hogwarts student, Neville Avery, a classmate of his, who was also of the naughty age.

At that time, the old Avery, in the prime of life, helped him a lot.

"During those days when I was suffering, I often thought of Neville. You know my relationship with him, and I regretted it."

Old Avery was startled, his eyes were a little red.

There seemed to be tears rolling in his eyes, but they couldn't fall no matter what.

Not every old man has well-developed lacrimal glands like Dumbledore.

And the one in front of him may have dried up his tears.

"Lord Dark Lord, I..."

"Call me Voldemort, Uncle Avery, you almost watched me grow up, you're the one to call me that."

As Voldemort spoke, he waved his right hand.

Lucius, who was sitting in the dark beside him, immediately got up to get a glass of water, ready to hand it to old Avery.

But before he could offer the water, Voldemort got up to take the glass and set it down in front of old Avery himself.

"If you have anything you want to teach me, or if you need me to do something, please tell me directly, there is no need to hide anything between us, because of Neville, and because of little Avery."

In Voldemort's heavy voice, with a thin nasal cavity, it sounded like there was a hint of crying due to emotion.

Lucius glanced at Voldemort's side face in the dark in surprise, but then saw Voldemort turn around for a moment and glared at him fiercely.

This frightened Lucius to quickly lower his head, not daring to look at Voldemort again.

"I, hey, volt... I'd better call you Lord Dark Lord, it will be more comfortable for me."

Old Avery picked up the water glass, rubbed the rim nervously and said.

"Of course, Uncle Avery, I listen to you." Voldemort said kindly.

"Lord Voldemort, I beg you to exclude the Avery family from food..."

The old man opened his mouth weakly, but he couldn't say the name no matter what.

"Rule out the Death Eaters, right?" Voldemort finished for him, and asked, "Can you tell me why?"

Old Avery squeezed out a wrinkled smile gratefully, collected his thoughts, and then spoke again.

"I'm too old, Lord Dark Lord, and I can't do anything for you anymore, and Neville...he has been away from us for more than ten years. As for little Avery, he is still suffering in Azkaban..."

The old man's voice became crying, and the tears that hovered in his eyes finally dripped down.

"You know, the Avery family is not very prosperous, and we have a single lineage for several generations. If little Avery can't come back..."

"I assure you, Uncle Avery, he will come back." Voldemort said firmly.

Old Avery nodded, wiping away tears with the handkerchief Lucius had given him.

"When I knew you were coming back, I knew he would definitely come back. But, Lord Dark Lord, I don't want him to die like his father. He is not married yet and has no children. The Avery family..."

The old man choked with sobs and could no longer speak, he buried his face in his hands in pain.

The thin shoulders shrugged, and the crying sound of "Wuwu" squeezed out from the palm of his hand, filling the entire room.

Voldemort was not in a hurry to say anything. After sitting down again, he got up again, stretched his hands across the desk and pulled towards the other's hand.

Old Avery's hands were pulled down, and the old man looked at Voldemort with tears in his eyes, with confusion and doubt in his expression.

Voldemort smiled at him, then reached out to wipe his tears away.

"I understand what you mean, Uncle Avery. I agree to your request. When little Avery comes back, I will find him a decent job and arrange a marriage suitable for his status."

Old Avery's old eyes showed surprise and doubt, as well as deep suspicion.

Voldemort smiled, he reached out and patted the old man's shoulder and said, "Think about the blood law I proposed, Uncle Avery, I'm just following the system I made."

"Thank... thank you, Lord Dark Lord, on behalf of the entire Avery family, thank you."

The old man held Voldemort's hand, his skinny hands full of bright folds, shaking Voldemort's hands up and down like eagle claws.

"I will persuade him myself, Avery Jr. I think I can persuade him to do what I say. Don't worry, I will do it even for Neville's sake."

Voldemort's body walked around the desk, helped the other party up, and sent him out of the study room of the Foley family amidst the other party's thanks.

"Tell me about the situation, Lucius."

After seeing off old Avery and sitting back in his chair, Voldemort asked Lucius after letting out a sigh of relief.

"In the Death Eaters organization, apart from the original families, only the Parkinson family is clearly selected to join."

Lucius took out a small notebook and said while flipping through it.

"Among the Death Eaters who made it clear to leave, there were the Avery family and the Selwyn family, but the latter was not allowed."

Having said that, Lucius stopped to look at Voldemort and asked, "Are you still refusing to meet the representatives of the Selwyn family?"

Voldemort nodded and gave his answer.

"How do I reply to him?" Lucius asked.

"The patriarch of the Selwyn family, in Azkaban Prison, whether they join or withdraw, is not up to this little guy."

There was dissatisfaction in Voldemort's tone, which was completely different from the state he had faced with old Avery just now.

"Tell that kid, if there is one more word, I will let him enter Azkaban and accompany their patriarch."

"Okay, Lord Dark Lord, I understand."

Lucius nodded, keeping this sentence in mind, and then looked at the notebook again.

"The Bork family wants to meet with you. It seems that they want to talk about Bokin." Lucius raised his head again, "Do you want to meet?"

"Are they intending to join the Death Eaters?" Voldemort asked.

"I have asked, and they said they want to interview you. They have some ideas, but they are not specific enough." Lucius said.

Voldemort nodded, thought for a while, and said, "Then arrange it."

"Okay, Lord Dark Lord." Lucius responded immediately.

"Who's next?" Voldemort asked again.

"According to the order, it should be Mr. Ollivander." Lucius turned the book forward and said.

"Let him wait for a while, and then I will talk about the results of the meeting just now. I need to clear my mind." Voldemort said, reaching out and rubbing his temples.

(End of this chapter)