Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 413 First Decree

The banquet after the coronation ceremony was unprecedentedly grand.

Even many commoner wizards were invited to participate in this banquet.

"We have our own king, haha, I just don't know what that means?"

A wizard with a thick beard said while stuffing various delicacies into his mouth.

Indeed, there are quite a few wizards who think like him, and they don't know what's the point of bringing out a Dark Lord.

But no one dared to object, especially after the news about the Twelve Trees family, everyone felt that it was better to respect or fear the Dark Lord as before.

You can't die of cheap talk, right?

Especially after the pictures of Mike Twelve Trees wailing appeared in the newspapers, everyone felt that silence was the most correct choice.

The Ministry of Magic would take care of everything anyway, especially Minister Crouch, who was not one to be afraid of the Dark Lord.

Crouch really wasn't one to be afraid of the Dark Lord.

At this time he was in the headmaster's office, facing the Dark Lord alone.

Ah, no, not only him and Voldemort in the room, but also Dumbledore.

It's just that the old guy got a rocking chair and rocked it by the unlit fire, as if he had no interest in their conversation.

"It's over here, Voldemort, starting today, if you want to do anything illegal, then you must be prepared to be wanted by me."

Crouch's thin face was full of determination.

This caused Dumbledore, who was shaking on the rocking chair, to turn his head to look at him.

"I have immunity from prosecution, Crouch, and the right to appoint and remove the Minister of Magic. Are you sure you want to talk to me like that?" Voldemort asked with a smile.

"You know it's only in name, like that queen." Crouch said dissatisfied.

"Oh, it looks like I'm going to have to stuff more people into the Ministry of Magic, or you'll stop my transformation, right?" Voldemort asked.

"Change?" Crouch frowned, "I don't think it's a good time to change, and what else needs to be changed?"

He never mentioned Voldemort's stuffing of people to the Ministry of Magic, which was a sign of refusal.

Voldemort did not delve into this matter, after all, the struggle for power is not a temporary outcome.

Unless he has the idea of ​​killing the opponent, or eager to replace the opponent, until then, he must fight within the rules.

And it just so happened that Voldemort had no such idea.

He felt that an upstanding Minister for Magic would help him restrain the Death Eaters.

To be more precise, it is to restrain pure blood.

Although pure blood is his basic background, if pure blood is allowed to completely let himself go, then the wizarding world will only be in chaos.

And the real regression will also appear at that time.

"I currently have a decree that I want to publish, do you want to hear his content?" Voldemort smiled and straightened up, looking at Crouch and said.

"Decree?" Crouch rejected the word dissatisfied, but still endured his disgust and said, "Tell me."

"The Dark Lord's first decree after taking office: All adult wizards have the right to receive a property from the Ministry of Magic, with an area of ​​no less than [-] square meters, how about it?" Voldemort asked.

The sound of the rocking chair suddenly stopped, and Dumbledore looked at Voldemort suspiciously.

Crouch also widened his eyes in surprise, this decree was something he had never thought of.

But immediately afterwards, he said angrily: "The Ministry of Magic doesn't have those Galleons at all, damn it, you want to bankrupt the Ministry of Magic..."

"Don't get excited, Minister Crouch, the decree is not over yet."

Voldemort interrupted the other party with a smile, "The property is provided by the Dark Lord, and the recipient has the right of permanent residence."

"You provide it?" Minister Crouch asked in surprise.

"Yes, Minister Crouch, I have the financial resources." Voldemort laughed.

"He's buying people's hearts, Crouch, the Dark Lord has sinister intentions," Dumbledore said suddenly.

"I know," Minister Crouch said loudly, "but where are you going to get so many houses, I mean... wizards don't have that much land, unless you use magic..."

"No, Minister Crouch, those houses are in the Muggle community, and they were all built by my Riddle Foundation. I have already reserved a place for them, but it's a bit remote, but wizards don't mind being remote, do they? ?”

Minister Crouch stopped talking at Voldemort's words. He frowned and thought for a moment and asked, "Is there a wizard living in the whole community?"

It would be nice if that were the case, but the answer is clearly not.

"No no no."

Voldemort said "no" three times in a row, "They need to live with Muggles so that they don't attract attention. You know, we still have to abide by the [International Statute of Secrecy]."

"Don't listen to him, Crouch, he is just preparing to break this law, you must have other demands, right?" Dumbledore asked again.

Crouch also looked suspiciously at Voldemort, waiting for his answer.

"Oh yes, there are still some requirements."

Voldemort said with a smile, "I only give permanent residency rights, no real estate. If these wizards want to fully own the property rights of that house, they have to handle it by themselves like Muggles."

"Damn it, you are trying to break the [International Statute of Secrecy]." Crouch said angrily.

"No, I'm just laying it out, Crouch, but wizards do need it, don't they?"

Voldemort spread his hands and said, "Think about the Weasley family, they are pure blood, but they still live in the Burrow. When their children grow up, they can only build a dilapidated house in the wilderness..."

"But that at least complies with the [International Statute of Secrecy]," Crouch retorted.

"I also abide by this decree." Voldemort said with an innocent face, "In fact, all the villas I prepared for them are single-family villas in the suburbs, not to mention that the area is far more than 100 meters, and the privacy is good enough."

"But they still have to live with Muggles, which is inconvenient and increases the risk of exposure." Crouch retorted.

"I have contacted all the Squibs, and most of them are willing to volunteer to help wizards integrate into community life, and even some Squibs are willing to move into the same community and become their neighbors, which is beneficial for them to integrate into life there, and can also provide cover." Voldemort said again.

"He planned it long ago to overthrow the [International Statute of Secrecy]." Dumbledore interjected again, "Minister Crouch, I think you should oppose him."

"I know, damn it, let me think about it." Crouch felt like he was going to be driven crazy by the two singing together.

He couldn't even see if Dumbledore really wanted to object, or if he was just playing the side drum.

And the choices he faced were tough.

If you agree, you will fulfill Voldemort's wish and become his accomplice at the same time.

And if he disagrees.

Hell, think of all the wizards who don't have a house of their own, or just a crappy one.

They're sure to go to the Ministry of Magic.

After all, no one can refuse Bailai's real estate, which is still a single-family villa.

But not all wizards have their own castles like his Crouch family.

(End of this chapter)