Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 559
The sensation caused by the magical body far exceeded Voldemort's imagination.

In other words, he never thought that this matter would be spread outside the Death Eaters organization.

"It's Mr. Crouch, Your Majesty. Because old Mr. Crouch was in poor health, he applied to Mr. Neville, hoping that Mr. Crouch could also learn this magic, so..."

Gemma Farley paused, pursed her lips and continued, "Some officials from the Ministry of Magic went to see their old minister. Old Crouch didn't control his mouth, so the news spread."

After hearing the cause and effect of the matter, Voldemort nodded helplessly.

He finally knew why Percy threw such a simple question to himself.

Because the cold relationship between Crouch and his son was adjusted by himself.

Now that little Crouch had made a mistake because of his filial piety, if he was punished, it would be a bit of a shame for Voldemort.

So Percy couldn't deal with it, so he asked Gemma Farley to tell him that now that the decision was up to him, he hesitated a little, but still made a decision quickly.

"Remember it internally, that's about it."

It's just a punishment for others to see, but it's enough to deal with it. Voldemort looked at Gemma again, "How many invitations are there now?"

"It's best to be able to attend the banquet. There are 27 copies. There are more than a hundred of them that require you to sign after you decline to reply. Don't bother with the others."

Gemma Farley looked at the document in her hand, then raised her head and reported to Voldemort.

The hosts of these banquets are not interested in drinking, but for the body of magic power.

Having a magical body is equivalent to having the law of eternal life.

What Voldemort was looking for before was considered to be a wrong concept of life, and now when it is realized, it is pursued by everyone.

Invitations flooded in, those who were related or not, wanted to meet Voldemort through various channels.

What they are looking for is just a chance to learn that complicated magic.

"Is there any reason why these 27 companies cannot refuse?" Voldemort frowned and asked.

He doesn't want to attend these boring banquets frequently, if it is not necessary, it is better to refuse.

"This is the first official invitation from the Queen of England. There are also French pure-blood families. You know that is the birthplace of many English pure-blood families. There is also the country in the East..."

"OK OK."

Voldemort interrupted Gemma's words with a wave of his hand, and said dissatisfiedly, "Tell me directly, Gemma, do you have a solution to the problem."

Gemma Farley, who has been able to follow him since Hogwarts until now, relies on being cautious and having a strong ability to adapt, so Voldemort asked this question.

"Semi-open the magic spell, and set up a point system for other friendly organizations. If the points are enough, the magic spell will be released. If the points are not enough, the magic spell will not be released." Gemma immediately raised her head and said, obviously she had already prepared.

It's just that Voldemort was stunned by her idea, and after a long time in a trance, he realized that the pain point in Lin Zuo's memory had been poked.

"Very good. In this case, how many banquets can we cancel?" Lin Zuo asked Gemma again, suppressing the irritability in his heart.

"At least twenty of them don't need to attend, but it's better to attend the official invitation of the English royal family, after all, it can..."

"That's no problem. I'm participating, haven't I?" Voldemort interrupted.

"There is also the ancient country of the East. It is an official invitation. I know you are interested there. If you are willing..."

"Both of these are involved, as well as the French one. Push the others if you can. I'm very busy recently." Voldemort pointed to the magic book on the table, and Gemma immediately nodded obediently.

The communication ended here, Gemma left with the result, and Voldemort was immersed in the rune world again.

He's been deducing Time Rune recently, but that thing works well in the memory world, but not in the real world.

This made Voldemort very painful, and he was looking through a large number of ancient magic books, trying to find a way to solve the problem.

In the days that followed, Voldemort attended several banquets between studies.

The request of the British royal family was very tactful. If Gemma hadn't been British, she might not have understood the meaning of the Queen's words.

As for Voldemort, he regarded the banquet as a trip to relax, thinking only of dancing and food.

Apart from the two, the only ones who could attract his attention were the few female stars who attended the banquet.

This is mainly due to the part of Lin Zuo's feelings. Riddle is not very interested in women, which also caused Voldemort to only glance at him from a distance, and did not come into close contact.

After the queen's banquet, Voldemort rushed to France non-stop, where there was still a pure-blood wizard banquet waiting for him.

Compared with the extravagant and gorgeous banquet held by the Queen of England, the pure-blood wizard's banquet seemed a bit simple and monotonous.

But this time there were especially many pure-blood wizards participating in the banquet, and there were even many pure-blood families that Voldemort had never heard of.

"They were all blown up by the temptation of immortality, Your Majesty, no one can resist such a temptation." Lucius, who came with Voldemort, whispered during the banquet.

"You don't know these families?" Voldemort asked Lucius in a low voice, scanning the strange figures on the dance floor.

"A small number of them have been seen in the family's books introducing nobles, but most of them are not in those books." Lucius said, pointing to the west side of the hall, "Like those people, I don't know at all. "

Voldemort looked in the direction he pointed, and saw a group of wizards wearing leather jackets with half of their shoulders exposed, and couldn't help showing a smile.

That's right, it would be really hard to know about tribal witches like this hidden near the North Pole if they hadn't participated in this banquet.

"You are good at dealing with noble affairs, Lucius, how to rate these pure-blood families is up to you to decide."

Voldemort said, and patted him on the shoulder, "I'll leave in a while, please help me find some excuses."

Lucius' face, which had just shown a smile, froze immediately.

I think after Voldemort left for a while, no matter how he explained it, it would cause dissatisfaction among some people.

Sweet dates are really not that delicious.

Just as Lucius was in pain and happiness, Voldemort had already got up.

His actions naturally attracted the attention of countless wizards, but he just pretended to go to the bathroom. After he disappeared around the corner, he quickly left through the back door.

Damn pure blood family, where is your arrogance?
If it weren't for the fact that these guys were too tightly entangled, why would he escape by urinating?

The desire for eternal life, no matter whether it is a Muggle or a wizard, it is impossible to refuse.

(End of this chapter)