Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 411 The Porto Project
Voldemort did not return to the reception, and he was not even interested in listening to the news from the reception.

He didn't care whether the Twelve Trees family was the only one who lived alone, Mike Twelve Trees who attended the banquet, or whether there were people who escaped because of going out.

Bad guys can't wipe out all their enemies, because they are destined to kill too many people, which will only make them countless enemies.

Instead of wasting time on this, focus on yourself.

For example, now, Voldemort has begun to arrange the next plan to Lucius.

"Contact them and tell them, Lucius, this continent belongs to Muggles, but it also belongs to wizards."

Voldemort sat behind the desk, and tapped the map of England on the desk with his fingers, "There should be more land on it that belongs to us, this is indisputable."

Lucius frowned, and said hesitantly: "But they may not allow it, and once they acquire a large amount of land, for [International Wizarding Secrecy]..."

"That's the next question, Lucius. The first thing we need to do is to get back what belongs to us, and we will consider other issues." Voldemort interrupted with a wave of his hand.

Lucius seemed to want to refute, but he held back.

"Do you need to confirm a specific date, Dark Lord, you know she is very busy." Lucius said.

"One night after the coronation, I will inform her at least that day."

Voldemort paused, then chuckled, "If she has the guts to come to me, she can set the date."

"I see, Dark Lord."

After Lucius finished speaking, he was about to report the latest news from the banquet, but Voldemort refused without hesitation.

"That thing is over, Lucius, the next thing to do is to maximize its impact, and that is between you and the media."

While talking, Voldemort removed the map and took out a book related to spells, "Also, don't concentrate the power of the media in England, develop outward, and spread outward, understand what I mean?"

"Understood." Lucius replied immediately.

Voldemort nodded, thought for a while to make sure there was nothing wrong, and then let him leave.

And not long after Lucius left, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Voldemort turned on the video call suspiciously. He thought it was Lucius asking for instructions, but Dumbledore's serious face appeared on the screen.

"what happened?"

Voldemort asked suspiciously, but before he could speak, he thought of the other party's purpose, and immediately said again, "That's America, Dumbledore, you can't control it, and you don't need to control it."

"Let me in." Dumbledore said dissatisfied, "You and I can't let you talk to a box."

Voldemort sighed forcefully, then pressed the button to open the door.

Dumbledore's attitude towards Fawkes has changed a lot since his death.

Tough, tough, that's not a problem.

But Dumbledore's occasional resentful look made him unbearable-it felt like he owed him a Fox, but it was a battlefield.

"You promised me."

Before anyone arrived, the voice came from the corridor first, then Wormtail crashed the door and rolled in, and Gemma Farley followed closely behind, who was a little nervous.

Gemma Farley, who has been an intern at the Ministry of Magic for a year, has quit her job to become Voldemort's full-time secretary.

As for Wormtail, his current job is to improve the castle of this villa under the command of Voldemort, and he also does part-time security work.

It seemed that he was serious about what he was doing, but it was really difficult for him to stop Dumbledore.

"Gemma, and Wormtail, you go out first, I'll talk to him alone."

Voldemort held his right hand empty, and used magic to lift Wormtail up through the air, and then looked at Gemma, "Study the aristocratic etiquette of Muggles, and we may visit them after a while."

"Okay, Dark Lord." Gemma responded, and after Wormtail went out, she closed the door of the study from the outside.

"You said you would control the use of that magic, Voldemort, you broke your promise." Dumbledore said.

"Albus, I don't think that's a question for discussion." Voldemort shook his head, "I did promise you, but that doesn't mean that Deathstroke is unusable.

"Also, you should listen to what that person said about me."

"Stupid, ignorant, is it worth you to go to America to destroy a family?" Dumbledore asked angrily, and he looked really angry.

Voldemort also had a straight face, looking at each other without saying a word.

For him, such an insult was serious enough.

"Well, you can use that spell, but I don't think it's necessary, you have other ways of making them submit without..."

"That's my method," interrupted Voldemort, "and it works, doesn't it?"

Dumbledore was speechless.

The effect is indeed very good. It is said that after knowing this, the party at the banquet became very harmonious.

Everyone began to avoid talking about Voldemort, and even if they had to discuss it, they would use more words of praise.

"If that's what you're here for," said Voldemort during the interval of Dumbledore's silence, "I think it's settled, and I happen to have something to ask you about."

"What's the matter?" Dumbledore asked with dissatisfaction.

"About Porto, Dumbledore, I want to convert all magic into Porto. It's difficult, you know, so I need your help and Hogwarts' help. After all, there are wizards who know magic best there." Voldemort said.

"Do you think I will continue to help you become stronger after this incident?" Dumbledore asked back.

"Don't be angry, Dumbledore." Voldemort said with a smile, he didn't seem to panic at all, as if he was sure to persuade the other party.

"I didn't say anything angry, Voldemort, remember what you promised me, otherwise... I will continue to obstruct all your actions." Dumbledore dropped this sentence in dissatisfaction, turned around and was about to leave.

Voldemort was not angry about this, he just looked at the other person's back, shook his head regretfully and said, "I wanted to study Porto with you, Albus, so that we could choose some good magic, such as disarming you." , or fainted, but now...maybe I can only start with cutting my throat with a sharp blade, after all, I am only good at black magic."

Dumbledore stopped holding the hand towards the doorknob, and the whole person froze in place.

"I'm not threatening you, Albus, but you know me, I only like to study those things, other... are not very good at it."

There was a deep smile in Voldemort's words, and it was obvious that he was talking irony.

"Okay, Voldemort, you win, damn dark magic." Dumbledore turned his head and glared at Voldemort, "Where do we start?"

"It's really great that you really want to participate."

Voldemort pretended to be pleasantly surprised, and picked up the open notebook next to it, which was already filled with spells.

And under each spell, the name has already been written:
Albus Dumbledore

Minerva McGonagall

Filius Flitwick

Severus Snape

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(End of this chapter)