Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 394 Conflict
"How did you do it, my God, it's so organized."

Ludo Bagman, tall and strong with round blue eyes, asked Percy in his loud voice.

The former international batsman was indeed surprised by Percy's methods.

From the swamp to the black forest where the farthest point meets the horizon, the sky-high tents are set up in an orderly manner.

And those places that are still vacant have grids painted with white lime.

There is a set of letters and numbers in the middle of those grids, and people can rely on these numbers—they are in order—to find their location.

It was a big project, and when Percy proposed it, he was the first to stand up against it as Director of Sports at the Ministry of Magic.

There is no factional reason, and his Bagman's simple mind can't hold those intrigues.

The only reason he objected was that it was simply impossible to do.

But now, everything has been completed.

"Computers, machines, and hard-working staff, Director Bagman, this is not a complicated matter."

Percy said with a professional smile, and then pulled Pokis beside him, "Of course, the biggest contributor is him, Gene Pokis, all of this is his handwriting."

"Oh, Mr. Porches, you should be in the Ministry, oh, of course, you may already be."

Bagman exaggeratedly opened his arms and hugged Pokis, "Forgive my ignorance, but I really don't remember which department you are in."

"I'm a Muggle, sir, and I don't think it's hard to see," said Pokiss, laughing.

Bagman's eyes widened in surprise, and he looked at Percy suspiciously, trying to figure out what was going on.

"The WOMB exam, Director, Mr. Pokiss passed the exam," explained Percy.

"Oh my god, you actually passed that test? Even if I were a wizard, I wouldn't be able to..."

Before Director Bagman finished speaking, a cold voice interrupted him.

"Bagman, keep your voice down, you bloody bastard."

Director Crouch with a sullen face came out from behind him. He nodded to Pokiss and Percy first, and then looked at Bergman seriously.

"Because you're always talking about Bludgers and stuff so loudly that we have to keep mnemonicing Mr. Roberts, damn it, can't you be quiet?"

They are also colleagues at the director level, but when Crouch reprimanded Buckman, it was like reprimanding a newly recruited staff member.

But the problem is, not only did Director Bagman not dare to refute, but he kept asking the other party to forgive him with a smile on his face.

"Do your own thing, don't hang out, and... no gambling."

After Crouch finished speaking, he waved his hand in dissatisfaction, signaling Bagman to leave quickly.

Bagman obviously wanted to put on his wings and fly away. Seeing Crouch's movement, he turned around in response and left the few people gathered here.

"Percy, everything is going well, isn't it?"

Facing Percy, Crouch's attitude was much milder.

He admired the boy Voldemort gave him, although he didn't care much about him at first, but when Percy showed his ability, the situation changed.

"Everything is going on as planned, sir, but I still suggest that you have some conflicts with that person." Percy said in a low voice.

Crouch shook his head, rejecting Percy's suggestion.

"Let it be, Percy, I've made enough preparations, don't care..."

"Don't care what?"

A somewhat arrogant voice sounded, which made several people present frowned.

"Minister Fudge, you are a little late."

Crouch turned around with a cold face, looked at the fatter minister, and the attendants and reporters behind him.

"Wiping your ass, Crouch, if you didn't drop all the people in the Auror office here, I wouldn't need to strengthen the guards of the Ministry of Magic."

Fudge's voice was loud, as if he wanted everyone to hear him.

"For the safety of this event, Minister Fudge, as I said, Voldy..."

"Damn it, you're not allowed to say that name." Fudge interrupted him, growling.

"Ok."

Crouch pulled a sneer from the corner of his mouth, "That man is back, Minister Fudge, and he is likely to come here and return under the witness of wizards all over the world."

"witness?"

Fudge curled his lips and said, "If anyone dares to be arrogant in front of the wizards all over the world, I think the wizards all over the world don't mind killing him with one spell, even if Dumbledore comes here, he can't stop so many spells, right? ?”

After Fudge finished speaking, he looked back at the people around him, and started laughing loudly.

He thought he was very humorous, but the people around him smiled a little forcedly.

Especially his pretty secretary, who complained in his heart: "If that person really came, I'm not sure I dare to raise my wand."

Perhaps, this is also the voice of most people.

"I don't want to argue with you, Minister Fudge, it's better to let the facts speak for themselves."

After Crouch finished speaking, he waved his hands to Percy and Pokiss, motioning them to talk elsewhere.

"Take off your veil of hypocrisy, Crouch, everyone knows the identity of your son, don't put on an awe-inspiring look."

Fudge took a step forward and roared at Crouch's back, "I tell you, under my rule, the wizarding community in England is the safest, most reliable, and trustworthy place. This is me, Cornelius Fudge, yes A promise made by wizards all over the world."

His speech-like roar caused warm applause from around.

Obviously, wizards in England's wizarding world, or wizards from different parts of the world, still recognize this minister very much.

Crouch, who turned his back to Fudge, just clenched his hands into fists angrily, and left without saying a word.

"Look, this is the fate of the cowardly. His remarks are all imagined by him."

Fudge's voice became louder, apparently to speak to Crouch who was walking away.

And the reporters beside Fudge, after he made these remarks, quickly asked him how the security work in England was, and whether there would be any problems.

Fudge naturally made a guarantee, saying that he would ensure the safety here in his own name.

And not far from the reporters, surrounded by a group of people, a black-haired boy in his 20s with a monocle was watching all this silently.

"If they did - of course, I know it would be difficult - but you can't handle it, can you?" Abraxas Malfoy asked Voldemort curiously.

"What?" Voldemort wondered.

"All the wizards present point their wands at you at the same time." Abramovich turned his head to Fudge who was eloquent in front of the reporter, indicating that this was what the other party said.

"Oh, then I will Apparate, if these tens of thousands of people don't suddenly attack."

After Voldemort said this, he was amused to laugh out loud.

It is really difficult for tens of thousands of people to attack suddenly.

(End of this chapter)