Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 408 Learn to Respect
"Mike, Mike Twelve Trees."

The American wizard looked a little scared, but he still held his chest out.

"If you want to visit the Twelve Trees family, we welcome you at any time, but you must know that the laws in the United States are stricter than here."

Voldemort was amused by his thorny words: "Is it more severe than here? Mr. Mike Twelve Trees, tell me about it, and let us ignorant, ignorant, and backward people increase their knowledge."

As he spoke, he turned around and looked at the Death Eaters who were following him. These guys naturally laughed at each other unscrupulously.

"Only speaking from the wizard's weapon wand, we have stricter requirements."

Mike Twelve Trees spoke loudly, completely ignoring the obstruction of the staff of the US Ministry of Magic.

"If you don't have papers—and, of course, there's a good chance the US Ministry of Magic won't issue them—then you're not even eligible to carry a wand."

Voldemort made a surprised face, then drew out the Elder Wand - which surprised everyone by his gesture - and held it up gently.

"So what are you going to do with it?" he whispered in a timid tone.

"Keep it in the Ministry of Magic." McGonagall Twelve Trees mistakenly thought that Voldemort was afraid, "Of course, if you obey the laws of the United States, before leaving, they..."

"Whoosh."

A spell hit Mag Twelve Trees, instantly making him shut up.

"Well, good Occlumency, it looks like it needs to be strengthened."

Voldemort twisted his wand and poked forward, it could be seen that he was increasing his magic output.

"Dear Dark Lord, Twelve Trees didn't mean any harm, he just..."

Samuel Kouhaug, chief of staff of the United States Ministry of Magic Council who came here on behalf of the chairman of the United States Ministry of Magic Council, stood up. He obviously did not want to see his entourage being bullied here.

But before he could finish his sentence, Voldemort's icy gaze made him stop.

Helpless, he turned his attention to Crouch, who had just become the Minister of Magic of England, hoping that he could persuade Voldemort.

But Crouch just shook his head, motioning him not to talk too much, lest things develop into a worse trend.

It hasn't been long since Voldemort's official return.

At present, the wizarding world in England, and even the wizarding world in the world, are waiting and watching.

They needed to see what Voldemort was doing to see if he had changed as he said he had, or if he was just fooling people.

But before that result comes out, today's conflict is inevitable.

The best outcome - at least in Secretary Crouch's opinion - was for the arrogant Mike Twelve Trees to be punished by Voldemort with the Dark Arts.

And if Voldemort uses magic beyond the scope of punishment, he will try to block it.

After all, there are many representatives here this time, and Voldemort's actions must be controlled within the range acceptable to everyone.

"The worst result is that he cannot be allowed to kill someone."

Minister Barty Crouch said to himself in his heart, and gave a wink to his son who was with Voldemort.

If his son is willing to stand up for this matter, Voldemort, who loves him so much, will lower the punishment standard.

But obviously, his son didn't have this intention, because he completely ignored Minister Crouch's wink.

This made Minister Crouch both angry and helpless, and in the end he could only give the culprit a hard look.

It's not good for this kid to mess with anyone, he insists on messing with the Dark Lord.

Didn't you see that the whole of England is afraid to speak up now, you, an outsider, what nonsense are you talking about?
His heart was full of anger, but he couldn't say anything more at this moment.

Everything will be discussed after Voldemort gives the scale of punishment.

"what."

Mike Twelve Tree let out a painful roar, and his whole body began to tremble.

Obviously, his Occlumency has been conquered, which can be seen from his body reaction and the memory fragments flickering in his eyes.

"Om."

Suddenly the magic broke, and Voldemort withdrew his wand.

"Damn it, what are you doing with my family's address, Voldemort, what on earth are you going to do?"

Mike Twelve Trees, who had escaped from the controlled state, roared and said to Voldemort.

"Who allows you to call the master's name directly?"

Barty Crouch Jr. jumped out immediately, and the magic wand in his hand glowed faintly with green light.

Voldemort wasn't required to speak, or even to nod.

Just one look, just one small look, and little Barty will definitely throw vicious magic on the other party.

This made Minister Crouch roll his eyes angrily.

Just now I gave you such a long look, you should not see it.

Now Voldemort doesn't say a word, you are like a mad dog.

Am I your father, or Voldemort is your father?
Minister Crouch's internal complaints obviously will not have any impact on this situation.

Everyone in the banquet looked at the center of the conflict with bated breath, more precisely, they waited for Voldemort's statement.

"Barty, put down your wand, I won't allow any guests here to be harmed, including but not limited to this Mike Twelve...Mr. Tree."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he bowed slightly to Mike Twelve Trees with a little apology, "Sorry, sir, your surname is too difficult to pronounce, and I can't call him."

Mike Twelve Trees was full of doubts about Voldemort's sudden change of attitude, but he still managed to calm down and replied "It's okay".

"call."

Seeing that the two seem to have reconciled, the foreign guests heaved a sigh of relief.

Some people even thought in their hearts that this Voldemort was not as brutal as in the legend.

The wizards of England, however, had exactly the opposite idea.

The corners of the Death Eaters' lips curled up.

They knew that the more gentle the master behaved, the more cruel the result would be.

As for the staff of the Ministry of Magic, they were nervous and didn't know whether they should put their hands on their wands or not.

Let it go, it is easy to cause misunderstanding, and the Dark Lord was the first to attack.

Don't let it go, if the Dark Lord really kills this foreign guest in front of them, then the English Ministry of Magic will really lose face.

Fortunately, Minister Crouch knew a lot about Voldemort. At least he knew that he was a trustworthy person.

He said that if he doesn't hurt foreign guests, then he will definitely not hurt.

"Mr. Mike Twelve Trees, I think you should apologize to the Dark Lord for your words just now, because those words are neither gentlemanly enough nor respectful enough for the Dark Lord and the Ministry of Magic of England."

Minister Crouch stood up and tried to reconcile the contradictions.

But before the hesitant Mike Twelve Trees could speak, Voldemort waved his hand and said, "No need to apologize, Minister Crouch, that doesn't make me feel bad, and relieve myself from vicious words like 'ignorance, ignorance'. "

His words made everyone's hearts hang again.

Co-authoring the politeness just now, are they all fake?

"Maybe I've been out of this world for too long, Minister Crouch, people don't know how to respect me anymore."

Voldemort sighed sadly, and said sadly, "Yeah, after more than ten years, killing a phoenix is ​​obviously not enough. It seems that you need to do something else to make you learn to respect."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he waved his wand and turned around without waiting for others to make a statement.

"call."

A gust of wind appeared following Voldemort's rotation, the curtains in the hall were blown and swayed, and the robes of the Death Eaters beside him shook violently.

The powerful magic power was spreading, and people's eyes widened in surprise.

(End of this chapter)