Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 79

My boss is a bit weird, Pokiss knows it, but rich people are always like this, aren't they?

But today's boss, weirdly made him feel like he saw a ghost:
He pushed open the car door, pointed at himself with the small wooden stick that he often played with in his hands, muttered something, and then disappeared into the wind and snow out of thin air.

Yes, Bokis was sure that he was not mistaken, the boss just disappeared before his eyes out of thin air, as if he had never existed before.

"Squeak... squeak..."

The wind and snow were so heavy that he couldn't hear the sound of his feet falling on the snow, but he still dubbed the footprints that spread into the depths of the wind and snow.

"My Falk..."

He muttered like this, his meaning was unclear.

……

The wind was strong, the snow was thick, and the footprints left on the snow after being invisible were very strange.

But these, Voldemort can't take care of.

He was carried away by anger, for the first time, but maybe not for the last time.

A young girl, just in front of him, had her legs broken by a cruel villager with a spray gun.

There was actually a bullet that almost hit me, these damn Muggles must learn to respect wizards... he thought so, walking towards the distant village.

Entering the village, the surroundings were silent, but further away, a group of people gathered.

He walked over and saw that it was a church with a huge cross, crooked by the wind and snow, like a crooked faith.

Voldemort approached, walked around the crowd and saw many women gathered here.

"Run, die, stay, live."

The villager who shot before, yelled at the women, as if he was the lord, the king, representing God, the rules.

As Voldemort approached, he found the woman with the broken leg, stripped naked, hanging from a dilapidated cross with timber piled up beneath her.

"Fire torture is her punishment, if someone..."

He delivered a speech by himself, the words were disgusting, and Voldemort didn't bother to listen.

He squatted down and looked at the many women kneeling in front of this man. Most of them had wounds on their faces, and they all looked at the man tremblingly.

A few of them were not injured, their eyes were dull as if they had gone stupid.

"Let the fire consume her sins, and if you do the same, the flame will purify..."

The speech went on, which bored Voldemort, and with a wave of his wand, the man shut up, unable to speak again, no matter how hard he tried.

Voldemort didn't care about him, and walked towards the gathered villagers. The enthusiasm on the faces of these people was turning into doubts, but no one had pity on their faces...

not a single one.

"How did you get here?" Voldemort asked, approaching the bound woman.

The woman was startled, she didn't know who was speaking, she just glanced around in horror, but no one spoke nearby.

"You can't see me, but I can save you and answer my questions." Voldemort said coldly.

"My ex-boyfriend, he brought me here. He said he was going on a trip..." The girl said in a low voice and hastily, "Are you a devil? I am willing to give everything, just ask you..."

"What's the matter with those kneeling?" Voldemort asked, interrupting her.

"They were all cheated, some were robbed, and some were sold by the police." She said eagerly, "This place is too remote, and there is no daughter-in-law in the village, so..."

"Are there any innocents?"

"What?" the girl asked in surprise.

"I mean, are there any innocent villagers who didn't get involved?"

"No, not a single one, they're devils, devils..."

The woman cried, and the nearby villagers who couldn't understand why they couldn't speak threw torches at her.

"Boom."

The torch seemed to hit a piece of iron armor, making a muffled noise, but it failed to hurt the girl.

"You disgust me, sir, and being human with you makes me very, very, very painful and angry..."

Voldemort, who suddenly appeared in stature, was so frightened that the person in front of him sat down on the ground.

The torch that fell to the ground was slowly igniting the wood, waking up the stunned people.

"It's you, sir, are you here to save me?" The bound girl recognized Voldemort's costume. She didn't know how Voldemort did it, but she knew that Voldemort could save her.

Because Voldemort had people, a lot of people, and a lot of guns.

"Where are your people? Sir, you are too much alone..."

"only myself."

Voldemort turned his head and smiled at her, the smile was full of sadness and apology, "Sorry, if I had made up my mind earlier, your lower body..."

"Damn it, you are courting death."

The villager on the opposite side was able to speak suddenly, because Voldemort had dispelled the magic, but before he could pick up the gun, Voldemort had already waved his wand.

"Cruciate."

Raising your hand is the Unforgivable Curse, and there is no kindness in your voice.

"Ah~~~"

The man fell to the ground in pain, twisting his body non-stop. The heart-pounding pain came from nowhere, which made him unable to resist at all.

"Pain, pain..."

Voldemort kept murmuring, and the murderous intent in his eyes grew stronger.

The villagers in the distance didn't know what happened, but they ran in bravely, and some of them even held guns.

"Avada~~Death~~~"

The wand pointed at the enemy holding the gun, a green light flashed, and one person's life ended.

"It's the devil, he's the devil..."

The man who fell down screamed in horror, got up from the ground, and rushed out.

The crowd who rushed in also became terrified and began to recede like a tide. The villagers with guns were shocked and had no chance to aim at them.

"Avada~~Death~~~"

"Avada~~Death~~~"

"Avada~~Death~~~"

……

The Killing Curse seemed to be the only magic in Voldemort's hand. He dragged the wand with his index and middle fingers, and pressed his thumb on it.

With a slight upward movement, a green light shot out, the body twisted, the wrist was reversed, and the wand was pressed down, another green light came out.

Step forward, a green light...

As soon as his eyes moved, a green light...

Thinking together, a green light...

One step kills one person, one thought is a big melon.

Never before has Voldemort killed so comfortably, even the will of the remnant soul is laughing wildly with excitement... He has never recognized this new self so much.

Finally, there was no longer a villager in the entire church, only a dozen corpses of villagers, and the rest of the villagers ran out.

"Would you like to come along and witness their deaths?" Voldemort smiled and asked the girl whose lower half was torn and bleeding.

"Of course, my angel." The girl's swollen face showed joy from the bottom of her heart.

Voldemort swung the wizard's robe, wrapped the girl up, and put it on his back - the girl who lost her legs didn't weigh much.

"Hide here and don't go anywhere."

He instructed the rest of the ladies in this way, and then walked towards Fengxue.

"What's your name?" Before walking out of the church, the girl he wanted to carry asked.

"Angel." The girl said briskly, "My father said that I was his angel, so he named me that."

Voldemort smiled and looked happy as he was carrying an angel on his back.

(End of this chapter)