Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 400 The Death Eaters Arrive

Quidditch World Cup Stadium.

"Voldemort, you are indeed back."

The loud voice was stiff and cold, and a figure rose from the VIP seat.

It was Barty Crouch, who rode a broomstick and came to Voldemort in awe-inspiring manner.

At first, Voldemort looked at him with amusement.

Because he knows that this person is his hidden stake, because he knows that this person will come out to "perform".

But slowly, Voldemort put away the playfulness in his eyes, and looked at the other party with a formal look.

All because Barty Crouch's eyes were full of firm and unyielding power.

Eyes don't lie.

Barty Crouch told Voldemort through the window of his mind that he would cooperate with him before in order to regain power and to be in a high position.

But now that he has returned to the center of power, he is also ready to "fight" with Voldemort.

"You don't seem to be the Minister of Magic, Mr. Crouch. Shouldn't Fudge come up and talk to me?"

With a smile on Voldemort's face, he decided to give him a chance.

Whether you can seize this opportunity depends on the courage and determination of the other party.

He, Voldemort, didn't mind the fact that the Minister of Magic was a hard bone, because that way the spark of thought could burst out, instead of him entertaining himself alone.

"If he has the guts, I don't mind stepping down."

Crouch flicked the broomstick lightly, his body turned sideways in the air and looked behind him.

The eyes of more than a hundred thousand people followed him, looking at the British Minister of Magic in the center of the VIP seat.

"Ah~"

A single sigh from one person, uttered by 10 people, is enough to make this sound echo in the stadium.

10 people sighed, just because Minister Fudge collapsed on the chair without any image.

What makes him so miserable?
Is it the fear of Voldemort?
I'm afraid not.

In fact, from the moment Voldemort appeared, Fudge knew that his position was gone and his political career was over.

As a politician, the end of his political career has actually meant the death of his life.

There is nothing to love in life, perhaps it is Fudge's mentality at this time.

"It looks like he's not ready yet."

Crouch flicked the broomstick again, facing Voldemort head-on and said, "Are you going to kill someone here, or do you want to do something else illegal?"

He asked very restrained, and did not give Voldemort the feeling of trial.

But those serious words showed that he would resist to the end.

This made some English people applaud secretly, but there are really not many who dare to speak out clearly.

"Killing, that's not what I like, Director Crouch, let me see your preparations first, and see if they are enough to threaten me." Voldemort said with a light smile.

There was a look of appreciation in his eyes, which made Crouch very unhappy.

But he knew that Voldemort's words were actually setting up merit for him.

"Come out, Aurors." Crouch suppressed the unhappiness in his heart and shouted.

Truth be told, Crouch doesn't have all the makings of a good leader.

Because even if he yelled hard, what was conveyed in that voice was only sound and firmness, without a trace of charming charm.

People who lack charisma are not fit to be the greatest.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

Figures Apparated from among the 10 people. They obviously had a simple rehearsal, and they were divided into four groups and guarded the four sides of the lawn.

"There are a lot of people, but none who can fly."

Voldemort murmured, and swung his wand in the sky with his right hand.

In an instant, green starlight spewed out from his wand, and soon gathered on his head, forming a gigantic skull.

Immediately afterwards, a large boa constrictor emerged from the skull's mouth like a tongue.

Immediately afterwards, the skeleton rose higher and higher, shining brightly in a cloud of green smoke, like a new constellation against the dark night sky.

"My God, it's the Dark Mark."

"He's calling Death Eaters, calling his followers."

"Will anyone respond? Will someone really do that?"

People were guessing and discussing, their eyes were locked on the empty lawn.

then……

"Whoosh."

A figure suddenly appeared there, and the long light golden hair was very eye-catching.

It was Malfoy, he appeared first, without a hood or a mask, just standing in the middle of the lawn in a fair manner.

"Whoosh."

The second figure appeared, it was Old Nott, he was still holding a wand when he appeared, and he didn't know what he was doing before.

"Whoosh."

The third figure, a middle-aged man who looked exactly like Barty Crouch, appeared, and many people were surprised.

"My God, is that Crouch Jr.?"

"It's Crouch Jr. I've seen him, sure."

"Didn't it mean that he died? How could this person appear here?"

People talked a lot, but the appearance of Death Eaters didn't stop because of their words.

"Whoosh."

Another figure appeared, this time more people were surprised.

Even Crouch in the sky, his eyes widened in surprise.

Antonin Dolokhov, this man should be in Azkaban.

"When did you..." Crouch looked at Voldemort, "When did you bring him out of Azkaban?"

"It should be an hour ago, you know, Fudge took away a lot of strikers, I think the defense there will be very empty, so... just let them come out, anyway, it will be solved anyway." Voldemort said with a smile.

Crouch opened his mouth.

He wanted to ask why he changed his plan, but he closed his mouth again thinking that it was not appropriate at this time.

Voldemort didn't care much about him, just looked down at the Death Eaters who appeared one by one.

This is his intentional arrangement.

Unlike ten years ago, the Death Eaters who appeared at that time all wore hoods and masks, as if they were afraid of being recognized by others.

But his style of doing things has changed.

He didn't want to turn the Death Eaters into a terrifying organization like before.

On the contrary, he wants to expose the Death Eaters to the sun, walk in front of the public with a good image, and completely subvert the public's perception of them.

Time passed slowly, and more and more figures appeared on the lawn.

They gathered in a phalanx and stood there silently, silent supporters of their master.

"Whoosh."

Until Wormtail appeared, everyone was finally in place.

Voldemort looked at them with satisfaction, even Snape was among them.

No one was left behind, and no one was cowardly.

They all stood there with their heads held high, their eyes fixed on themselves in the sky.

Under the Dark Mark, the Death Eaters reunited once again.

Except for those comrades who died, no one was absent.

"The memorable days are about to begin again, Death Eaters, welcome back."

Voldemort's voice sounded out of the silence, echoing across the pitch.

(End of this chapter)