Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 501 Are you a god of death?

Commander Leonard raised his head and did not reply for a long time.

He hesitated in the state of the Dark Lord, the phantom made of light was not very convincing to look at.

But in the battle three years ago, the Dark Lord who turned into a soul eater was too terrifying.

Even up to now, SI:[-] doesn't know why he disappeared.

Active or passive, the reason for this is worth pondering.

"Your Majesty the Dark Lord, we are willing to stop this war, but we need your subordinates to hand over the members of the Foley family, because..."

Leonard decided to try it out, but before he finished speaking, Voldemort, who was made up of colorful black, raised his head and interrupted his words.

The scene suddenly fell silent, and everyone waited with bated breath.

The Death Eaters expected the Dark Lord to show his mighty strength, while Leonard and others hoped that the Dark Lord would compromise, because that meant that the Soul Eater three years ago was just an accident.

But their expectations were in vain. The Dark Lord was not eager to speak, nor did he use magic immediately.

"Oh~~~"

He sighed, making everyone baffled.

At this moment, Guangying reached out and pointed at the void.

"Om~~"

The air vibrated, accompanied by a humming sound, and then a phantom slowly emerged.

A dilapidated ancient arch appeared there out of thin air. There was no support around the arch, and a tattered black curtain was hung on it.

There was no wind around, but the black curtain was floating out of thin air, and gusts of cold air gushed out from inside.

"Come out, Hoddle."

The Dark Lord of Light and Shadow spoke and called out the name of the dementor.

Not long after, the curtain was slowly pushed away, revealing a head made of black mist.

The face full of black mist has slightly distorted facial features, and the eyes seem to be made of black pearls, they are turning around to observe the left and right, looking extremely cunning.

As if feeling that the surroundings were very safe, the curtain was lifted suddenly, and a figure as big as a seven or eight-year-old child jumped out of the void behind the curtain flexibly.

"Who can... borrow clothes?"

Hands made of black mist covered his crotch, and his twisted mouth made a childish voice.

"Create yourself, Hoddle, this is not a cracked world, you can use magic."

Light and Shadow Voldemort said dissatisfiedly, and then pointed to Neville, "There is still a period of time before my resurrection. When I'm not around, you listen to him, understand?"

"Of course, Omnipotent Dark Lord, of course I understand what you mean."

Hoddle said humbly, and then looked at Neville with distorted facial features to express his betrayal.

"Don't be deceived by his appearance, Neville, he is very bad, he likes to eat people's souls, so don't let him out of your sight." Light and Shadow Voldemort said to Neville.

"Okay, Your Majesty."

Neville had doubts in his heart, but he knew it was not the right time to ask, so he held back his curiosity and obediently responded.

"Don't eat that person's soul, Hoddle, but anyone who wears the same clothes as him can be eaten." Light and Shadow Voldemort spoke again, indeed giving Hoddle an order to kill.

This sentence made the situation tense instantly, and everyone's eyes were on Hoddle.

"This... isn't this really a joke? Your Majesty, it won't be like the time at Gump's house, and you will punish me in the end, right?"

Hoddle bowed and asked cautiously.

What he showed made many SI[-] soldiers feel relieved.

So flattering... Hoddle, what strength can he have?

"No, but when I'm not around, you have to listen to Neville, otherwise..."

"I know, I know, Your Majesty, I am very obedient, very obedient."

Hoddle interrupted Voldemort, speaking obediently, but his eyes were already looking at Leonard.

In those black jewel-like eyes, there was a trace of greed miraculously.

"Battle formation, be careful..."

Leonard's heart beat wildly when Hoddle saw him, and he hurriedly gave orders, but before he could finish speaking, Hoddle had already swooped down.

While he was swooping, countless fine green light and shadows suddenly appeared, swimming in the air like thin snakes, and darting towards the soldiers beside Leonard.

"Shhhh~~~"

The green light and shadow passed through the bodies of those people, making fragmented sounds, accompanied by the sound of these people's bodies falling to the ground.

Afterwards, those green lights and shadows caught something—probably a soul—and rushed back into Hoddle's body.

"Uh~~~"

Hoddle burped, his body suddenly increased a lot, but soon began to shrink again.

"It's the Soul Eater!"

Who knows who exclaimed, and everyone around Leonard shuddered in fright.

"Everyone... takes off his clothes, he will only attack people who are dressed like me."

Leonard hesitated for a moment before giving the order, but it was still not a retreat. This was a double temptation to Voldemort and Hoddle.

Voldemort the Light and Shadow didn't respond, and Hoddle swooped down again, apparently wanting to suck more souls before the men took off their clothes.

But in the face of life and death, these people undressed extremely quickly, and some even did not hesitate to use magic, which made Hoddle only eat the souls of a few unlucky ones.

"They were wearing those clothes, Your Majesty, so..."

"Follow orders, Hoddle."

Voldemort interrupted him in a cold voice, and looked at Neville, "You need to be cautious when using him. If you devour too many souls, it will drive him crazy, and then he will attack all living organisms regardless of whether it is friend or foe."

Neville nodded immediately, he was also very clear about the horror of the Soul Eater.

"Master, how long will it take for you to be resurrected?"

Bella spoke suddenly, her voice was very soft, and her face was still flushed.

It could be seen that she enjoyed being hugged by Voldemort who looked like light and shadow.

"I don't know, but it shouldn't be too long. If you want to find me... go to the place where the two of us went alone, you know that, right?" Voldemort said softly, bowing his head.

"En." Bella nodded slowly.

As soon as the conversation between the two ended, a figure suddenly appeared from under the curtain.

It was Sir Gamp. As soon as he appeared, he looked at the curtain, and then he saw the Dark Lord made of colorful black light and shadow not far from the curtain.

"You...you...you are the god of death?"

Gamp stared wide-eyed, and asked in disbelief in his tone.

"In a sense, that's true."

After a brief silence, Voldemort gave an answer that made everyone present take a long breath.

And Sir Gamp stood on the spot in astonishment, completely stunned.

If anyone gives him a Legilimency spell, he can feel his thoughts at this time:

What did I ask?What did I ask?What did I ask?
Yes, at this moment, Sir Gamp was completely stunned, and he even forgot the question he asked for a moment.

Just because the answer to that question is too scary.

(End of this chapter)