Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 406 The Alliance Under the City
"Ahem, Voldemort, is Abu's request your request?"

Crouch straightened his spine as much as he could, but the words sounded weak.

But the wizards were not surprised by his change of attitude. Anyone who saw Voldemort had so many supporters would become less confident.

Before the game, no one thought Voldemort would be much of a threat.

Even those wizards who firmly support the theory of Voldemort's return think that Voldemort is just dying.

With Dumbledore around and everyone's opposition, what can Voldemort do when he returns?

This idea is undoubtedly correct, but it is against the former Voldemort.

At least the Voldemort in Lin Zuo's memory did not make any movement after his resurrection.

What he did looked like a militant who suddenly gained power, and his power quickly disintegrated, and even the pure blood he brought along fell into a slump.

But this time, it wasn't just the pure blood in Lin Zuo's memory who stood up this time.

Aside from the increase in numbers, the closeness of the Longbottom family and the support of the most promising child of the Weasley family represented more changes.

Meanwhile, the Candlebearers, the Wizarding Council, and the Falcon, representing Muggle wizards.

The joining of these three organizations is of great significance.

This not only means that more people are getting closer to Voldemort, but what is even more frightening is that the next generation's view of Voldemort is out of touch with the previous generation.

Of course, this is because the leaders of the three organizations are all related to Voldemort.

This support may change over the extended timeline and the change of authority within the three organisations.

But even so, the impact is far-reaching enough.

"Dare to face the mysterious man, Crouch is already very strong."

"I don't know what request the Dark Lord will make in the end, if it's too much..."

"The wizarding world in England has changed. I don't know how this will affect our French wizarding world."

While waiting for Voldemort's answer, people started talking again.

The situation was changing, and wizards had to change accordingly.

At least in the past, those who were not close to Voldemort would only call him the Mysterious Man, but now many people have unconsciously used the name Dark Lord instead.

This is not out of respect, but out of fear, and a little reverence from the worship of power.

"I only have three requests, Crouch, very simple requests."

Voldemort's voice became warmer, not as cold as before.

Facing the small change, Crouch actually had the illusion that his heart was falling.

This made him instantly vigilant and asked himself to be more determined in his heart.

"Please tell me," Crouch said.

"First, I admit that my last change was wrong and unacceptable. I am willing to admit my mistakes for this, but the wizarding world must reach an understanding on this, and no one is allowed to bring up the old things again."

It's just another way of saying he's back, and it's more euphemistic.

At least, he made it clear that he was wrong and was willing to admit it.

Of course, it's somewhat overbearing not to allow people to bring up old things again.

But in the face of the powerful Voldemort, who would dare to say no?
"On behalf of the Ministry of Magic of England, I accept this request." Crouch said after thinking for a moment.

Facing his choice, the wizards were not too excited.

This is an inevitable choice, and almost everyone already has the answer in their hearts.

"I ask for the pardon of all previous Death Eaters' sins, because those sins were all errors caused by my improper command, and I am willing to make compensation for this." Voldemort said again.

"Compensation?" Crouch asked in confusion and surprise.

If you just admit your mistakes, it is just a matter of one sentence, which seems not sincere enough.

But if compensation is added, the meaning is different.

After all, when the injured party accepts these compensations, in a sense, this matter will come to an end.

"Yes, some people died or were injured because of this. I hope to use Gallon to compensate their relatives or himself, but this needs to be discussed on a case-by-case basis, and I also need to consider my financial resources."

Voldemort's voice was still warm and sincere, and he scanned the audience, as if looking for the victims.

"I know that Gallon can't really comfort the hearts of those who lost their loved ones, but I can't bring the dead back to life, at least not without any preparation.

"So, I can only use Gold Galleons to make some compensation."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he bowed slightly in all directions, as if apologizing.

This is of no use to Molly, a wizard who has truly lost a loved one.

In their eyes, Voldemort is just hypocritically buying people's hearts.

But for those on the sidelines, at least those foreign wizards, they felt that Voldemort had a reason for what he was doing.

People are powerful, influential, and willing to admit their mistakes, repent, and compensate, what more can you ask for?
Pay attention to human rights?

Please, that's a matter for the Muggle world, and the wizarding world hasn't even had a parade so far.

When individual strength can override the group, the so-called human rights have long been turned into the pity of the strong.

And the strong man in front of him has already released a signal of friendship and compassion.

If there are still people who think his plan is unacceptable at this time, then it is not unreasonable, but to feel the majesty of the strong.

If you think about it, there should be very few people who can survive a round under Suo Ming Botu.

"Okay, on behalf of the Ministry of Magic, I agree to this request, and I will review all the cases related to the Death Eaters in the future, and determine the amount of compensation for Gallon." Crouch said.

Voldemort nodded slowly, and after a short pause, made his last request.

"I ask the Ministry of Magic of England to crown me as the Dark Lord, and the power should not be less than the kingship of the Muggle world in England."

This third requirement is really surprising.

In the history of wizards, there has never been a king.

Even Voldemort's Dark Lord, that's just a title, not the real king.

But now Voldemort is going to be the real king, which is really confusing.

"Sorry, this needs to go back..."

"This is not a negotiation, Crouch."

Voldemort interrupted the other party's words indifferently, and his warm eyes disappeared instantly.

"You can accept or refuse, and I will make the next deployment based on your choice, concerning myself and the deployment of the Death Eaters."

"Gudu."

Crouch swallowed nervously and asked, "What deployment?"

"Do you think I'll tell you, Crouch?"

Voldemort asked with a smile, then shook his head, "But I don't think that's the ending you like. Maybe I'll attack the Ministry of Magic directly. After all, if it can't make me king, it's meaningless to me."

"This... we don't know much about Muggle kingship, and this issue really needs to be discussed..."

"If you don't have that right, Crouch, talk to someone else, or we don't talk at all."

Voldemort interrupted the other party's words again. His attitude was obvious and he would not allow this matter to drag on.

The alliance under the city, this is what he is going to do now.

Success, all parties went well.

No, the battle begins.

Other than that, there is no other choice.

(End of this chapter)