Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 409 Playing the United States Ministry of Magic

"My God, is this Apparation?"

"The magic power is too strong, where is it going to apparate?"

"It must be Apparation between continents, my God, what is the Dark Lord going to do?"

Amidst the astonishment of everyone at the reception, Voldemort's figure finally disappeared in the gust of wind.

As for Mr. Mike Twelve Trees, his eyes widened in horror, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart.

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United States.

New York City.

Woolworth Building, 33rd floor.

A sudden gust of wind rose, causing everyone waiting to use the Portkey to stop.

"Stand back, gentlemen, this appears to be a powerful wizard using Intercontinental Apparition."

The person in charge of the floor, who is also the supervisor of the door key office, said loudly, and while pulling out his wand, he said to the staff in the hall, "Everyone took out their wands, I can't confirm the identity of the person who came."

Because of the tense relationship with the No-Majs and the Scavenger incident, American wizards are much more vigilant than European wizards.

The war has never been far away from them, because the wizards here are too complicated, and because they are not the aborigines here.

"Boom."

Finally, after a muffled sound, a figure appeared in the middle of the disappearing gale.

"who are you?"

The wizard in charge held up his wand and asked loudly.

"Voldemort, come here to deal with some private matters."

Voldemort scanned his surroundings to make sure he was in the right place.

He deduced here based on Mike Twelve Tree's memory, because he had never been here before, so he needed to walk along Mike Twelve Tree's original path, otherwise the danger would be greatly increased.

Therefore, instead of teleporting to the Twelve Trees family's old house, he first came to the Portkey Hall of the United States Ministry of Magic.

"V... are you the Dark Lord?" the wizard in charge asked in surprise.

Voldemort glanced at him over his shoulder and saw that it was a black wizard, but he wasn't surprised that there were black wizards in England, too.

"Yes, apparition is prohibited here...Intercontinental apparition is not prohibited, it seems that you need to add some protective magic."

Voldemort felt it for a while, and after confirming that he could not Apparate here, he asked the wizard in charge, "I want to go out, where is there a direct passage to the outside?"

"Have you gone through the formalities? And the wand, in the United States..."

"Boom."

Voldemort raised his hand with a spell, knocking the opponent into the air.

He hates people who can't solve problems, but ask countless questions.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

Several spells rushed towards Voldemort, but they obviously didn't cooperate.

Voldemort escaped all spells simply by relying on displacement.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

More curses were flying at him, and someone was shouting that wizards who were not part of the Ministry of Magic were also taking part in the fight against Voldemort.

"Avada Kedavra."

Voldemort swung the Elder Wand violently, and let out a roar that resounded through the hall.

"Whoosh."

A green light shot straight at the staff member who organized more people to encircle him.

"Boom."

The man's face was still full of surprise, but his whole body had no breath of life, and he fell backwards to the ground.

At this moment, except for Voldemort, everyone stood there in amazement.

They couldn't believe what they saw.

How could someone die just by fighting?
Shouldn't they curse each other to attack each other?
Shouldn't there be more people to win?

Why did he suddenly use the three unforgivable curses? Isn't that forbidden magic?

"One more time someone points a wand at me, and he's the next to die."

Voldemort's icy voice made many people tremble and wake up from the sluggish state.

"You, tell me the way out."

Voldemort pointed at a wizard at random. The man was so frightened that his wand dropped to the ground, but he still stuttered to explain the way.

Voldemort nodded in satisfaction, and then walked straight to the intersection he said.

The elevator here looks much better than that of the Ministry of Magic in England. It is quieter, more convenient, and faster. Voldemort soon came to the lobby on the first floor.

However, before he got out of the elevator, someone had already Apparated in the lobby.

"Everyone is not allowed to move where they are, surprise inspection..."

The shouter was clearly an Auror, as evidenced by the scars on his face and the demeanor of his body.

And as Voldemort looked at him, the man immediately turned his head vigilantly.

"He's here."

As the Auror spoke, he raised his wand and pointed it at Voldemort.

"Whoosh."

It was the Stunning Charm, a bit more effective than the Disarming Charm, but Voldemort blocked it with a mere flick of his wand.

"Everyone dodges, the enemy is very vicious, and a staff member has been killed."

While roaring, the man kept swinging his wand, and at the same time moved his figure to find a place to hide.

Voldemort held one hand behind his back, only his right hand held the wand to resist, and he did not resist.

There must be more than one Auror here, he needs to be more cautious.

At the same time, his eyes were also looking at the main entrance of the hall, which was not too far from where he was.

"Dark Lord, lay down your arms and surrender, this is America, not England."

The man roared angrily, seeing that Voldemort would not fight back, he launched an attack even more recklessly.

Voldemort still didn't resist, and didn't react until the rest of the Aurors dispersed the crowd and raised their wands to launch a coordinated attack.

Compared with the cooperation of the previous few people, the cooperation of these Aurors is more professional.

The positions they chose were quite tricky, almost blocking all the evasion directions of Voldemort, front, back, left, and right.

Unfortunately, they still don't know enough about Voldemort.

Just when a few people thought that this blow would definitely control Voldemort, Voldemort exerted a little force on his feet.

"Whoosh."

His body straightened up and flew towards the dome of the hall.

This caused two spells to hit their companions at the same time as the spells of several people shot into the air.

Regardless of the little ones, Voldemort pointed his wand directly at the one who spoke first.

"Avada Kedavra."

Nothing gave Voldemort a greater sense of security than the Killing Curse.

So in a real battle, he would hardly choose the second spell.

Green light shot out, and after the man had just resisted his companion's attack, he rushed into his arms with little time to react.

"puff."

The man flew backwards like a rag sack, and several fellow Aurors roared and cast a jinx on Voldemort.

A jinx, but not an Unforgivable Curse, which made Voldemort curl his lips in disdain.

His figure twisted in the air, he did not choose to resist, but used his body movement to avoid the attack.

Compared with the limited dodging space on the ground, the sky is more free, which is one of the reasons why he chose to study the flying spell when he was a child.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh."

Having dodged the attack, Voldemort swung his wand three times in an instant.

Three explosive spells, two shot to the ground and one to the gate.

"Rumble..."

Amidst the continuous explosions, Voldemort flew through the thick smoke and shuttled out of the blasted door.

Before the person landed, Voldemort turned directly in the air.

"Whoosh."

Swirling with the little black smoke around him, Voldemort's figure had disappeared into the air.

(End of this chapter)