Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 416 Problem Solving
If you can't get into the circle, don't force yourself into it.

Voldemort understands this truth, but he has reasons to blend in.

And his tough method of integration will inevitably cause a strong backlash.

Therefore, when he walked into the meeting hall, most people were looking at him with unkind eyes.

"Who let you in without the queen's permission, stupid and savage fellow?"

A voice suddenly sounded, attracting everyone's attention.

Voldemort also turned his head and saw an old man in a crimson velvet coat and a crown of gold rings with eight red gold leaves on his head.

"It's Duke Baelish, a hardliner."

Gemma leaned over and whispered next to Voldemort.

"Who allowed you to communicate? Don't wizards even understand the most basic manners?" Duke Baelish asked angrily again.

Voldemort nodded to Gemma, looking away from the snarling old man to the queen on the golden throne in the distance.

The old queen didn't show much emotion, neither joy nor anger on her face.

Beside her, there were several wizards standing sideways, looking quite nervous.

Voldemort raised his hand, and put it around his waist.

"what are you doing?"

There was a roar, and several wands and guns were pointed at Voldemort.

At the same time, the roar of the machine sounded, but the main body of the machine could not be seen.

Voldemort ignored them and took out a black stone disc from his pocket.

The stone plate was thrown to the ground by him, and it immediately swelled up, rising to become his Black Snake Throne in a short time.

"Whoosh."

Old Nott flicked his wand, and a spell hit the lower part of the throne.

"Boom~~"

The stairs appeared under the throne, and the stairs did not stop until the throne was parallel to the queen's seat.

Voldemort nodded in satisfaction, walked up the stairs slowly, and sat on the throne where the black mist had drifted away.

At this point, his line of sight was level with the queen.

"When your dog is barking, Queen Elizabeth, you should give him a shake of the chain to remind him to be polite."

Voldemort's clear voice resounded in the chamber.

These words instantly made Duke Baelish blush, and he wanted to speak again angrily, but someone took a step ahead.

"Dark Lord, do you want to be qualified to talk with the Queen on an equal footing?"

The man who spoke was wearing the same crimson velvet coat as Duke Baelish, but on his head was a silver ring with four gold leaves and four silver balls.

"In that case, you need to respect Lord Baelish, for we are both the Queen's 'truly trusted and most beloved companions'."

There was still some toughness in this person's words, but he was much better than Duke Baelish.

More importantly, this Lord Brynden Tully, Voldemort knew and met.

It was at an Internet project financing meeting of the Riedel Consortium, and the two had a brief chat in the lounge behind the venue.

The two did not discuss money or anything else, but simply chatted about the situation in England.

But after this conversation, the consortium of the Marquis Tully family became the second largest shareholder of the Internet project.

Therefore, in a sense, the Marquis and Voldemort are financially strategic partners.

It is not difficult to explain why the words of the Marquis Tully have the potential to help Voldemort open the situation.

"Shut up, Lord Tully, don't think we don't know about your relationship with him, you must have met." Duke Baelish turned his spear and began to attack Lord Tully.

This guy is really like an old dog with a fried hair, who will bite whoever he catches.

But Lord Tully didn't respond to the old dog.

In fact, his goal has been achieved, there is no need to say more.

Sure enough, seeing a split within herself, the queen had no choice but to speak.

"Mr. Voldemort, we are still discussing whether you are qualified to be king, and before this matter is implemented, we cannot choose a standard response etiquette, so... please forgive me."

There was a bit of gentleness in the queen's old voice, and it was difficult to hear her attitude towards Voldemort from her words.

"I understand. After all, this is not a throne obtained through war, and I have no illusions that you will admit it immediately. It's just that your attitude of refusing makes me feel rude and arrogant, so I come here for a while."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he looked at Duke Baelish, "But what makes me curious is, Duke Baelish, what gave you the courage to scold me?"

He asked casually, and the wand in his right hand also struck the palm of his left hand rhythmically.

In the meeting hall, countless people's gazes were fixed on the swinging magic wand.

"courage?"

Duke Baelish asked angrily. At the same time, he touched his waist and pulled out a brown wand with a "swish".

This move of his was completely unexpected by the wizards.

None of them thought that this irritable duke was actually a wizard.

"I'm not like those cowardly guys in the wizarding world who are afraid of you who have died once, hmph."

The Duke also hit his palm with his wand, looked at Voldemort disdainfully and said.

"Duke Baelish is the most powerful duel among known court wizards, and he has reason to be proud."

The words of the Marquess Tully seemed to be arrogant, but they were actually reminding Voldemort that this was a tough nut to crack.

"To my surprise, Duke Baelish, then you are one of the observers?" Voldemort asked with a smile.

It was the first time he spoke to anyone other than the queen, smiling and looking sincere.

"This is not an organization you can understand, Voldemort, go back to your wizarding world, you are not welcome here." Duke Baelish said arrogantly.

Voldemort's wand suddenly clicked on the palm of his left hand, and remained there.

In an instant, everyone became tense.

The wizard beside the queen took two decisive steps forward, almost blocking the queen's gaze at Voldemort.

"Avada Kedavra."

A sharp voice sounded suddenly, and no one expected that the first person to attack was not Voldemort, but a female Death Eater.

It's Bella.

This crazy woman had long been angry at Duke Baelish's words, and when Voldemort showed the desire to attack—even if Voldemort was still weighing the pros and cons at that moment—she had already decided to strike first.

"call."

Duke Baelish, who was experienced in duels, reacted extremely quickly, and the large crimson velvet coat did not affect his actions.

With a gust of wind, he dodged Bella's attack, and at the same time raised his wand to fight back.

But when he raised his wand high, a group of green light had hovered in front of him, and scared him to freeze.

"All stop."

The queen shouted eagerly, stopping both sides who were about to start.

"Dark Lord, please put away your spells, fighting will not solve the problem."

Voldemort looked at the queen with fierce eyes, and the latter met her gaze firmly.

"You're right, queen, fighting won't solve the problem."

Voldemort obediently withdrew his wand, but the life-threatening wave tu fell with his movement of retracting his wand, covering Duke Baelish in an instant.

"But get rid of the person who raised the problem, and the problem will be solved."

(End of this chapter)