Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 563 Critical Point

Voldemort made a special trip to find Percy, and he did have something to say.

He needed Percy to give up the position of England's Minister of Magic and run for President of the International Federation of Magic instead.

"Why?" Percy asked rather puzzled.

"I need wizards all over the world to be more closely connected, Percy, you know that Draco, Sir Gamp, and I have just returned from Africa. Draco will also need to go to Africa to check something next, and even if Rajid Husband I will fully cooperate, but officials can still provide another level of help."

Voldemort gave his reasons, which were sufficient and made Percy ponder.

"Do you think there is more to come at the English Ministry of Magic?" Voldemort asked.

"Yes, Your Majesty, we are deepening the cooperation between Mawu here. From daily necessities to economic cooperation, we are at a critical moment with all kinds of clues. I am afraid that the new minister..."

"Just designate one yourself, Percy, the nominal right doesn't have to be in your own hands."

Voldemort interrupted Percy to offer his own advice.

Percy was stunned by his suggestion, even if he wasn't a political novice, he really hadn't thought of this level.

After all, in terms of age, Percy is barely approaching 30, and his political career is still too short.

"If you take a closer look at my operations after returning, you will find that I have never been contaminated with any rights, but whether it is the wizarding world in England or the wizarding world in the world, there is my shadow. This is also a way to control power. Perry West." Voldemort explained with his own example.

Percy nodded slowly, but after hesitating for a moment, he said, "But, Your Majesty, I haven't cultivated enough capable subordinates that I can trust."

Voldemort understood this, after all, Percy was indeed too young for the position of Minister of Magic.

"Neville, you can trust him, or little Crouch, I can let him help you temporarily."

Voldemort named whomever he felt would be qualified for the position, and the two were immediately approved by Percy.

Neville had accumulated enough prestige during Voldemort's absence.

Coupled with his parents' heroic status, his family's pure blood endorsement, and their family's friendly way of treating Muggle wizards all along, it all determines that he has the basic conditions to sit in this position.

In addition, he has been the leader of the Death Eaters for a long time, and his ability is beyond doubt.

As for the other candidate, Crouch Jr., there is no problem at all. After all, Crouch Jr.'s father was his leader, which means that his family's political genes are completely sufficient.

The two are not picky candidates, but the biggest problem is that they are too obedient to Voldemort.

Although Percy also obeyed Voldemort, his relationship with Voldemort was not that close.

But these two people give people the feeling of believers.

Could it be that this is a trial?
The Dark Lord wants to regain control of England's wizarding world?
Percy's brow furrowed briefly, which did not escape Voldemort's gaze at all.

"Although one of the two of them can be loaned to you, Percy, you know I can't do without them, so I need you to give me a time limit, up to three years, and you need to put your people on stage, they Need to return the Death Eaters, there and I need them."

Voldemort's words instantly dispelled Percy's guess.

After all, from the time he came into contact with Voldemort, the Dark Lord had attached great importance to promises, and he had no reason not to be convinced.

"I choose Little Crouch, Your Majesty, Neville's current character...I'm really afraid that the wizarding world will be turned upside down by him." Percy said with a wry smile.

Voldemort smiled back and nodded in agreement.

He himself is not optimistic about Neville, because this kid who has come out of adversity all the way has some extreme ideas in his head.

Of course, among Voldemort's all-talking Death Eaters, that's fine, because that's not really a place for sand.

But in the Ministry of Magic...forget it.

As for Little Crouch, he has enough wisdom and means, and after getting married and having children in recent years, his personality has become more and more gentle, so he is suitable for this role.

Of course, his father, Old Crouch, also gave him a lot of points. After all, the old man has not retired for long, and there are still many old subordinates in the Ministry of Magic.

These people are all old Crouch's political legacy, so when he comes to be the Minister of Magic, the shock inside the Ministry of Magic will be particularly small.

"Okay, I'll notify Crouch Jr., Percy."

Voldemort stood up from his chair. He was ready to leave here, but before going out, he still asked, "If Draco has any requests, you understand."

Percy nodded, of course he understood what Voldemort meant, and immediately said that he would make it easier for him.

"It's important to us, Percy."

Unable to bear another command, Voldemort left the Office of the Minister of Magic, and then Apparated back to his castle.

When he got home, the first thing he did was to go to the basement, where he did his magic research.

Entering the basement, Voldemort immediately abandoned this body and entered a magical body composed entirely of perpetual magic.

Compared with the divine body, the magical body gave him a lighter feeling, lacking in the sense of power, but more dense in the sense of magic power.

He felt that this divine body made by God of Death should not be prepared for ordinary wizards, but for wizards like God of Death who have stepped on the road of evolution.

This is also the reason why the magical power of this divine body is not as abundant as that of the magical body.

"According to 'Dumbledore', the power needs to touch the limit of this world. The magic power contained in this body should be regarded as the limit."

Voldemort murmured, swung the Elder Wand vigorously, and cast a killing curse forward.

The green light streaked across the dark basement, and instantly hit a doll not far away.

There is no substantial damage, and this magic cannot cause damage to non-living bodies.

But Voldemort himself, after using magic, fell into deep thought.

"The feeling of being bound is clearer. Maybe the critical point has been reached, but the magic power is not enough. It seems that more permanent magic power needs to be created."

Voldemort murmured, pulling a rope next to him with a golden snake's head pendant, and Bella appeared in front of him shortly afterwards.

"I need more perpetual magic, Bella, and this requires your cooperation." Voldemort said with a smile.

Bella nodded vigorously, and then picked up the time conch not far away.

The next step was to repeat the manufacturing process, and this time, Voldemort lasted for three full months.

Three months later, he finally clearly touched the non-existing "membrane".

That is the limit of the world. As long as he is in this world, his magic power cannot be stronger.

"Energy is enough, then only cognition is left."

Voldemort said, but couldn't help frowning, just because this cognition was really difficult to achieve.

(End of this chapter)