Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 445 Before the Meeting
Paris.

The headquarters of the International Council of Wizards.

The long and narrow hall of the International Wizarding Council is filled with the style of Gothic architecture.

Behind the stone chairs filled with wizards on both sides is a wall full of strange reliefs.

If you look closely, apart from pictures of wizards taming magical creatures in the early days, there are also many religious-related content on the wall.

Like demons and angels.

This filled the conference hall with a weird and gloomy style, and I don't know what the wizards who built it first thought.

Or, is this the ruins of an abandoned church?

Who knows.

French wizards, in addition to being full of unimaginable romantic ideas, also have an unusual pursuit of art, which is difficult for wizards from other countries to understand.

"dong dong dong~~"

Babajid Akinbad, sitting high at the end of the long and narrow hall, knocked on the gavel to remind everyone to be quiet, "Voldemort is already waiting at the door, and I want to treat his..."

Before Akinbad could finish his words, the high door of the parliament hall exploded with a "boom".

Smoke and dust were everywhere, and many wizards took out their wands vigilantly, and looked at the entrance covered by broken wood chips and dust.

"call."

A gust of wind blew by, and the smoke and dust directly hit Akinbad at the end.

The latter raised his wand vigilantly, used the Iron Armor Charm to block himself, and cast his angry eyes on Voldemort standing at the door against the light.

"Voldemort, it's been a long time since anyone called me that, Aginbad, how dare you?"

Taking steady steps, Voldemort came to the center of the hall and stood still and asked.

"Before we discuss titles, Voldemort..."

"call."

The Elder Wand in Voldemort's hand was suddenly waved, and all the wizards widened their eyes in surprise, and at the same time raised their wands vigilantly.

Aginbad stood up nervously from his seat, of course he knew who Voldemort was targeting.

But to his and everyone's surprise, Voldemort did not point his wand at him.

The Elder Wand was lifted high by Voldemort, the tip of the wand pointed straight at the sky in the narrow hall, and then...

"Whoosh."

A green spell rushed up to the dome, then turned into a large net, and slowly fell along the reliefs on the wall of the hall.

"Damn it, it's Suoming Botu."

"How... how dare he do this?"

"Ignorant Akinbad, look who you have offended?"

The meeting room was in chaos, and only Dumbledore, Mad-Eye Moody and others could sit comfortably.

"Stop your movements, V...Dark Lord, we represent wizards all over the world, and we are here to interrogate...you."

Akinbad has finally learned how to use words correctly, but he is obviously not used to it yet.

Voldemort's face was gloomy, and he looked at Aginbad with fierce eyes full of malice - at this time he had already started the devil's hour, and the malice in his mind was uncontrollable.

"worldwide?"

"Inquiry?"

Voldemort murmured all the way up the high steps, and walked straight in front of Aginbad, "Since it's an inquiry, then go down and ask, and I'll listen up there."

After he finished speaking, the wand pointed directly at Akinbad.

Looking at that posture, if the opponent resists, he will definitely use magic.

"you you……"

Akinbad also holds a wand, but his fighting consciousness is not strong.

Through his eyes, people see more doubts, puzzles, and surprises.

"Cough cough."

In the silent parliament hall, Dumbledore's cough broke the silence, "President Aginbad, if you want the meeting to proceed smoothly, I suggest that you still listen to the Dark Lord's... suggestion."

Akinbad swallowed a mouthful of spit, and it was obvious that he was hesitant, and at a certain moment he showed the idea of ​​defending his dignity to the death.

But that was only for a moment, he quickly adjusted his mentality, and without saying a word, he picked up the manuscript on the table and walked down.

Voldemort nodded in satisfaction, and slowly sat in the president's seat.

This puts him high above the ground and gives him a panoramic view of the entire hall.

"The first issue is about whether the title of V... the Dark Lord is reasonable or not. Representatives from various countries will vote at this meeting..."

"stop."

Voldemort stopped Akinbad, who was following the script, and frowning dissatisfiedly glanced around the hall, saying, "There is no need to discuss this topic, and there is no need to vote. Go directly to the next topic."

The boredom and anger in his words can be heard by everyone.

But the problem is, this is a very important topic this time.

If they ignore it directly, then what's the point of them removing Dumbledore, electing a new president, and starting this meeting?
"Om~~"

It was as if a pot had exploded in the hall, and a group of wizard representatives began to discuss.

Dumbledore did not participate in it, but he looked at Voldemort with a different thought.

"call."

Voldemort swung his wand violently, and the embossed death-defying wave pictures suddenly burst into bright green.

This added a touch of evil to the already weird reliefs.

"Your Majesty the Dark Lord, you must not threaten the representatives of wizards all over the world."

A representative of an unknown country stood up and said, "I don't think your curse can kill everyone here, is it?"

Voldemort looked at each other maliciously, and the hand holding the wand shook again and again.

In the state of [Devil King Moment], he couldn't maintain his sanity very well, and in order not to kill the opponent and cause further chaos, he had to fight with his body and mind.

"If you agree with me, perhaps the disenchantment..."

"Whoosh."

A flash of green light shot out from Voldemort's hand, and the Killing Curse charged straight at the representative.

Voldemort endured, but not refrained.

That representative had a look of astonishment on his face, he didn't even raise the wand in his hand, and the whole person fell back powerlessly.

"My God!"

"I think we should get out of here."

"Shouldn't have called the Dark Lord, stupid International Council of Wizards."

A group of wizards talked a lot, and most of them were ready to Apparate and leave here.

"An~quiet~~"

Under the effect of the Amplifying Charm, Dumbledore's voice echoed resonantly in the long and narrow hall, gradually quieting down the voices of the wizard representatives.

When everyone stopped talking, Dumbledore stood up and walked to the middle of the hall, looked up at Voldemort and said: "Dark Lord, I think you must come here to solve the problem, then please put down the fighting state, you and I both know , With you like this, there is no way to communicate."

Voldemort's frown deepened, and he really had such a plan in his heart.

That person just died was a bit wronged, if it wasn't for the blessing of [Devil King's Moment], he would not have done it rashly.

But now, the problem has indeed become a little more troublesome.

"Veto the first issue, or I will not change status."

Voldemort said viciously, but the meaning in the words was also a kind of compromise.

(End of this chapter)