Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 412 Crowned King
Many believers believe that the contract that Jehovah made with mankind based on the rainbow is the first contract with mankind.

Voldemort scoffed at that.

First of all, he does not believe in religion. He has serious doubts about whether Mr. Jehovah really exists.

Secondly, he felt that the country in the far east, with a long history, should be the first country to have a contract.

Because compared with the barbarism here, the civilization there appeared earlier and longer.

And every civilization has its own contract, even from another perspective, civilization itself is a kind of contract.

Everyone agrees to respect the same culture, and filial piety, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trust have lasted for thousands of years. How can it be said that it is not a contract?

It's just that this kind of contract is engraved in the bones, not written in stone.

Of course, compared to the contract in the Muggle world, the contract in the wizarding world is more unique.

Because in addition to forming a written contract, it also has a specific magical effect.

In other words, when Voldemort passed the coronation ceremony and became the Dark Lord of the wizarding world in England, his throne was no longer just a title.

But what exactly will happen, everyone is not sure, because this is the king who has never appeared in the entire wizarding world.

"Pharaoh, Voldemort, that's a king."

When Voldemort made such a statement in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts, Dumbledore's words made him pat his head belatedly.

Yeah, how did he forget the Egyptian Pharaoh.

"Is there anything special about them?" Voldemort asked Dumbledore.

"It's so closed in there, Voldemort, it's hard to even see inside of them if you look closely."

Dumbledore shrugged, looking at the guests on the lawn outside the window who were talking about three to five percent, said, "I think it's time for us to go out, the ceremony can proceed."

Voldemort nodded, gave up discussing the issue, and followed the other party out of the castle.

With the appearance of the two, the guests quieted down, and consciously gathered in front of the rostrum with the throne that had already been set up.

"It's a beautiful throne, Voldemort. Maybe your designer can help me design a chair too. I've long wanted to replace the one in the auditorium." Dumbledore whispered to Voldemort.

Voldemort forced a smile and glanced at the jet-black high-backed throne.

The most eye-catching thing on it is the skeleton protruding from the back of the throne, and the fog python spit out from the mouth of the skeleton.

When no one was sitting on the throne, the fog python almost enveloped the entire throne.

But when Voldemort approached, the mist parted, and when he sat down, the mist turned into a spiral snake, standing behind Voldemort.

He is still very satisfied with the design of the Black Snake Throne, especially the wide ridge, narrow waist and hollowed-out shape of the throne, which is avant-garde and stable enough, which is in line with his aesthetics.

The only thing that makes him dissatisfied is that there is no castle that matches this throne - if it is placed in the Riddle Mansion, the Riddle Mansion will appear a bit high.

"Look for Pokiss, he can solve this problem for you."

Voldemort looked away, took out Polkis' business card from his waist and stuffed it to Dumbledore.

He was too lazy to connect the two himself, and he didn't think he could accept Dumbledore's aesthetics.

"First of all, before the ceremony begins, Mr. Abraxas Malfoy, please tell us about the past of the Dark Lord."

Abraxas Malfoy took to the stage, chaired by Gene Purkis.

"The first time I met the Dark Lord was on the Hogwarts Express, but I want to say that even though he was only 11 years old, his charm was enough to attract my attention..."

Abu talked about it endlessly, which involved some details, but it was more of a general introduction.

Of course, there is a lot of praise here, but it doesn't sound real.

"What link is this?" Dumbledore and Voldemort stood side by side in the front row, and he asked Voldemort in a low voice.

"I learned from the Muggles. Before the coronation, a powerful noble or something will speak and tell about his life. Of course, it will not be a person." Voldemort said.

"Who else but Abu?" Dumbledore asked, "Why didn't I invite me?"

"Because you are going to crown me, Albus, be quiet, this is my coronation scene, not the study." Voldemort complained.

Dumbledore shrugged, but obediently stopped talking.

After Abramovich finished speaking, Old Nott walked up and talked about something related to Voldemort's talent.

After that, Barty Crouch, who represented the Death Eaters, told about Voldemort's strength and the Death Eaters' loyalty to him.

Whenever this guy talked about loyalty, he would act a little crazy, but fortunately he restrained himself a bit today, after all, Voldemort had ordered him in advance.

Finally, there are three special representatives:

Percy Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger.

The three of them naturally did not represent themselves, but more, they participated in the ceremony as representatives of the three societies.

And on the high platform, they didn't focus on talking about Voldemort, after all, they knew very little about Voldemort's past.

But they explained in detail their respective clubs, as well as the construction process of the clubs - where Voldemort's guidance is very important - and the future development plan.

"They're getting a little off topic, aren't they?" Dumbledore asked quietly.

"This is to help them publicize, otherwise this coronation ceremony would really be meaningless." Voldemort replied in the same small voice.

"No point?" Dumbledore looked at Voldemort with some surprise, "I thought you were looking forward to all of this."

"Humph."

Voldemort snorted, but said nothing.

Of course he won't tell the other party, this is just an identity he needs.

As for the throne, he would really be a fool if he wanted to take it seriously.

The alliance under the city can be signed, but after signing, it is just a show.

Since ancient times, the real kings have all come through wars. Without strong armed support, who would care about the king in name?

"It's time for us to play."

When all the speeches were over, Voldemort shook his cloak and walked up to the high platform.

Dumbledore took the crown from Lucius, and because of this crown, Dumbledore stepped onto the high platform a step late.

This made him look like he was Voldemort's entourage.

The reporters on the side didn't care about Dumbledore's eager pursuit of Voldemort, and the flashes kept lighting up. This photo of Voldemort in front and Dumbledore dragging the crown behind must be recorded forever.

And farther away, there was even an oil painter setting up a drawing board, excitedly recording this scene, wanting to pass it on forever.

"You gave it to me late on purpose, didn't you?" asked Dumbledore in a low voice. "You guess I'll be surprised to see it, don't you?"

Facing Dumbledore's questioning, Voldemort just glanced at the Ravenclaw diadem in his hand indifferently.

"Calm down, Dumbledore, it's up to you to bring him to me."

Voldemort said while smiling and maintaining a good appearance.

"Well, damn it, you will really be the Dark Lord from now on."

Dumbledore said angrily, and then put the crown on Voldemort's head forcefully.

After doing all this, he took a step back and took a look.

"Well, a lady's crown."

Dumbledore said with some joy in his words.

(End of this chapter)