Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

427 Allegiance
"If you look at history - not just the history of the wizarding world - you can find a very interesting phenomenon."

Voldemort did not directly give the reason, but threw an introduction.

"Good times make people weak, weak people create bad times, bad times make people strong, and strong people create good times."

After he finished speaking, he paused briefly, allowing everyone to understand the meaning of the words.

After he saw that the confusion on Neville's face was no longer there, he slowly stood up from his seat.

"The era when the [International Statute of Secrecy] was born must have been a bad era, so many powerful wizards must have been born at that time."

As Voldemort said, he slowly walked down the steps of the Black Snake Throne, nodded his head in the process, and added, "I'm talking about the strength of spiritual will, not the strength of mere existence."

When he finally walked down the steps, he spoke again.

"I can assure you that those powerful wizards must have a last resort reason to create such a permissive law like the [International Statute of Secrecy]. Let's not discuss what made them have to. Let's just talk about the result."

He looked at Luna who was staring at him, and said, "What do you think of the wizarding world after that decree appeared?"

"Very good, at least it saved many wizards from being hunted down by the Muggle army and the Holy See." Luna replied.

Voldemort nodded, and said: "This is a good era created by strong people."

Everyone nodded, expressing their understanding.

"But with the advent of good times, there are no such powerful existences among wizards, and people begin to succumb to the [International Statute of Secrecy] weakly, as if with this protective umbrella, they can live on forever." Voldemort He shook his head and said.

"Isn't it possible?" Luna asked.

"Of course not."

Voldemort retorted with a smile, "Muggle technology is advancing with each passing day. In the foreseeable future, the roads will be full of cameras, and drones may appear in the sky at any time. Sooner or later, the images will expose us, unless we choose to move to the sewer like mice to live."

People don't understand the word drone very well, but they still understand the video, thanks to the TV promoted by Voldemort these days.

"Perhaps by that time, we can live in peace with those Muggles." The taciturn Neville suddenly said.

"There are still disputes among wizards, and there are differences between races and countries among Muggles. Why do you think we can live in peace?"

Voldemort's rhetorical question left Neville speechless, but there was still dissatisfaction on his face, but Voldemort suddenly showed an expression of enlightenment.

"Oh, I forgot, a good era will make people weak, and weak people... Regardless of whether you Neville will create a bad era or not, just your idea will make your magic level never reach the limit. Get ahead of me."

His words were loud, but no one could refute them.

Beyond the Dark Lord?
Neville didn't even dare to think about it, and the eyes of the others looking at Neville were full of disapproval.

Perhaps only people with a lack of strings in their heads would think so.

"But... Teacher, I think the future is still too far away. At least for now, [International Statute of Secrecy] is still correct." Luna relieved Neville.

"People have no long-term concerns, but they must have short-term worries. Luna, how many years do you think it will take me, Grindelwald, and Dumbledore?" Voldemort asked rhetorically.

Luna couldn't answer this question.

"Now we have a wave of wizards who can lead the times. Unfortunately, Grindelwald failed, Dumbledore gave up, and I was once lost in power."

Voldemort was a little depressed, not because of his loss, but because of Grindelwald and Dumbledore.

The failure of the former, in Voldemort's view, was largely due to the impact of the historical pattern of the Muggle world.

In other words, in that era, if that person in the Muggle world succeeded in making such a change, Grindelwald would most likely succeed as well.

But in the end, that person failed, so he will definitely be trapped by the general trend and go to failure.

As for Dumbledore...

Sad for his misfortune, angry for his indisputability, this is Voldemort's truest view of him.

He obviously has the ability and prestige to lead the times, but he is willing to be a teacher.

As long as he is a little self-motivated, the wizarding world will not decline to what it is today.

"The wizarding world is lucky because I'm alive again, and because I'm no longer lost in power."

Putting those tragedies aside, Voldemort proudly straightened his chest and said.

If someone else said this, it would inevitably be suspected of boasting, but when Voldemort said it, no one present refuted it.

Even, a sense of pride and gratitude arose spontaneously in their hearts.

"What about eternal life?"

Luna, who was jumping in her mind, abruptly changed the subject.

"Eternal life?" Voldemort suddenly looked at her with a smile, and asked, "Except for those who have lived enough, who would not want it?"

"Forehead……"

Luna was left speechless by Voldemort's counter-question, while the two vampires had smiles on their faces.

Obviously, even eternal life with a curse is something that makes them happy.

"Facing the desire deep in our hearts is not difficult, Luna, we must learn to reconcile with ourselves."

Voldemort said with a smile, "Eternal life is my desire and pursuit. If you refuse, then you can die. Anyway, I will not die."

These words were meant as a joke, which made the heavy atmosphere caused by the previous topic a lot easier.

"Your Majesty the Dark Lord, you mean that you will definitely break the [International Statute of Secrecy], right?" Earl Nosferatu asked thoughtfully.

"Yes, I have such abilities, so I naturally have to take corresponding responsibilities. Count Nosferatu, you also have such abilities, but it's a pity that you lack responsibilities."

Voldemort responded with a smile, and looked at Count Dracula, "But Count Dracula, it looks like you want to take this responsibility, doesn't it?"

Count Dracula nodded without hesitation, and knelt down on one knee.

"Yes, His Majesty the Dark Lord, I hope to lead the vampires of Dracula's faction and be loyal to you. I only hope that you will treat us equally as you treat wizards."

This statement of allegiance was not unexpected, as he had hinted at it earlier.

But Voldemort did not accept the other party's allegiance immediately, but frowned and thought.

The empty hall was silent, and the eyes of several people fell on Voldemort, waiting for his decision.

"I don't like you guys."

Voldemort didn't accept or reject, but put forward his idea from another angle.

"In my opinion, Count Dracula and Count Nosferatu, I don't mean to hurt you, but I don't think you can live in peace with Muggles."

This made Count Nosferatu puzzled, but Count Dracula quickly wanted to understand the reason.

"Is it because of the vampire's need for blood?" Count Dracula asked.

"Yes, just like the cruel nature of werewolves, Count Dracula, your race has inherent evils that cannot be resolved. This is why I hesitate." Voldemort nodded.

(End of this chapter)