Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 398 The Arrival of the Demon King
Golden rays of light shot out from the VIP seats, shining throughout the stadium.

"Boom~Boom~Boom~"

People are cheering rhythmically.

The winner cheers for the victory, the loser cheers for the game.

When it's all over, it's a great game that will be remembered and everyone involved will be honored.

When they are old and have grandchildren, these are precious memories.

Therefore, they all looked excitedly at the VIP seats, endured the dazzling light, and waited for the trophy to appear.

However, what appeared first was not a trophy, but a black figure.

He was wearing a wizard suit that fit the waist, his body floated out of the golden light vertically, his left foot was lightly clasped at the ankle of his right foot, his posture looked so relaxed and freehand.

"Who is this?"

"My God, is he really not riding a broomstick?"

"What's the matter? Is it a special program prepared by England?"

The wizards talked a lot, but most of these discussants were foreign wizards.

The native wizards of England were silent and surprised.

Especially Fudge, his fat face trembled, as if he saw something that frightened him.

Yes.

In England, no one is surprised if a wizard flies without any external object, they are only afraid.

Because of that person, he can fly like this.

And with Director Crouch's hoarse cry for nearly a year, even if some people don't believe it, who doesn't know that the Dark Lord may be back?

So, at this moment, the person who flew out of the golden light, he is really...

The wizards in England didn't dare to think about it, because even if they didn't think about it, many people were already trembling with fear.

If at this time, someone is like Minister Fudge, who says the phrase "If anyone dares to be arrogant in front of the wizards of the world, I think the wizards of the world will not mind solving him with a spell."

Then he will be ridiculed.

Because at least 90.00% of wizards in England are too scared to hold a wand.

"William, what's wrong with you?"

asked a foreign wizard, shaking his English friend beside him.

"Then...then...that person is back."

William, who didn't have a trace of blood on his face, said stutteringly.

"That person?" His friend wondered, "Which person?"

"V... volt... black... the mysterious man."

After trying a little bit, William still chose the most widely called name.

"Mystery man?"

The foreign friend looked puzzled, the name sounds really strange.

But in the next moment, shock appeared on his face.

"Dark Lord?"

He asked his friend loudly with a changed tone.

William shuddered in fright, and all the wizards in England near him shuddered as if a switch had been pressed at the same time.

"My God, is it the Dark Lord?"

"No way, is it really a mysterious person?"

"Damn Fudge, Director Crouch was right."

The stadium was noisy again, and the golden light was also carrying his two England wizards, and they dropped the trophy back into the box due to frightened hands and slowly disappeared.

Finally, the golden light behind that silhouette completely subsided, and Voldemort's figure was clearly seen.

In his 20s, a black-haired black devil with an elegant posture and a gentle smile.

He held his wand in his hand, raised it slightly, and bowed slightly amidst the desperate cries of countless wizards in England.

Then, this young man who looked only in his 20s turned around and bowed slightly again.

Four times like this, until the last time he turned to the VIP seat and exchanged a glance with Dumbledore who was staring at him there.

At this point, his silhouette also flew over the Irish players and Irish mascot standing in the air, and stood in the middle of the pitch.

"Ahem, friends from Scotland, if you don't mind, can you go down first and leave me enough space to speak?"

The clear voice resounded throughout the stadium, compared with Ludo Bagman's passionate voice, this one was much calmer and more peaceful.

"Because I'm not used to someone blocking my view when I'm speaking."

Although the voice was calm and peaceful, there was a unique arrogance in the words.

"Come on."

With a shout from the Irish captain, the players and mascots rained down on the ground.

Voldemort was surprised to find that Lynch's speed was faster than when he caught the Golden Snitch before.

It seems that this Chaser still has potential to be tapped.

"Thank you."

Voldemort nodded politely to them. Although the other party was busy with their whereabouts and did not turn around to say that you were welcome, Voldemort was very satisfied with their performance.

"In front of fans all over the world, of course, I prefer to call you wizard friends."

Voldemort paused slightly, and he opened his hands as if to embrace the whole world.

"My wizarding friends, I, Voldemort, have returned."

"boom."

The whole stadium exploded.

It's not a bombing with flying stone chips, but a bombing with crowds of people.

I don't know which English wizard took the lead. Countless people jumped up from their seats and ran frantically towards the aisle.

This scene made the condescending Voldemort quite uncomfortable.

He didn't expect to be greeted with applause, which seemed a bit unrealistic.

But it still made him quite sad that these people greeted him with their heads in their arms.

I miss you so much, don't you miss me a little?

Not at all?
"Whoosh."

The wand was violently thrown into the sky by Voldemort, and an explosive curse flew into the sky, followed by continuous bangs.

Everyone was frightened by the loud noise and froze in place, only the crying of the young children, and the louder children who didn't know what happened, who thought they saw the fireworks.

"Stay where you are, wizards, keep your grace, or I don't mind a few random killing spells."

As Voldemort said, he sent a few more green lights into the sky, which scared more people to the ground, "My credit is still guaranteed, I will do what I say, does anyone want to try?"

The answer is obviously no. Even people with weak legs are struggling to lean on the armrest of the chair with their hands, so as to avoid attracting the death curse given randomly due to excessive movements.

"Very well, wizards, you have shown me what it means to be brave."

Voldemort's words were full of sarcasm.

10 people are so frightened by him alone, is it because his reputation is too loud, or these people's cowardice is too strong?

With such a group of people, is it really the right choice to break through the [International Statute of Secrecy]?
The scene in front of him made Voldemort deep in thought.

Perhaps, he really embarked on a wrong path.

At least, if he's one of those 10 people, he'll pull out his wand bravely.

Even if the next moment was a death curse, he would not allow himself to be so cowardly.

"No, there are still people, there must be some people who are brave."

Voldemort thought to himself, looking at Dumbledore.

Because he knew that if anyone dared to resist, it must be this old man who dared to put the entire wizarding world on his shoulders.

However, the reality was somewhat unexpected.

It was not Dumbledore who spoke first, but someone else.

　Thanks to classmate Zhang Zidong for the reward, and I still owe a chapter to classmate Zhang Zidong, a chapter to classmate Happy Angel, a chapter to classmate Qin Bai Chixue, and chapters such as monthly tickets, recommendations, evaluations, and rewards that should be thanked to everyone in the past two months.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)