Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

After Umbridge was reduced to a laughingstock, her prestige at Hogwarts collapsed rapidly.

Walking around the school, she would always see some pink toad toys hopping around, or hear suppressed laughter from a short distance away; sometimes, those whispers even included imitations of toad croaks.

She hated the person who turned her into a toad, but no matter what, she couldn't find any evidence, even if she locked her suspicions on Harry and his friends.

Umbridge began to frantically issue new Educational Decrees, such as banning toad toys from the school, prohibiting students from imitating toad calls, and prohibiting the possession of magical images and photos of her transformed into a toad.

However, she sadly discovered that her title of professor, her title of High Inquisitor, and her title of Senior Undersecretary to the Minister for Magic had all lost their deterrent power; no one took her seriously anymore, and those Educational Decrees were nothing more than empty words.

Even the students on the Inquisitorial Squad broke away from her one after another. Umbridge fell into isolation again, and the taste of being alone made her even more annoyed.

In order to turn the situation around, she tried to seek support from Fudge, wanting Fudge to send some Aurors to support her, but the only sound coming from the magical phone was always the busy signal.

Only then did she realize that she was finished, that she had been abandoned by Fudge.

Unwilling to fail, Umbridge worked even harder to issue orders and make noise, trying to restore her prestige.

But her efforts were like a stone sinking into the sea—the classrooms were empty, detentions were ignored, the students acted as if she didn't exist, and even the professors treated her like an invisible person.

In this noisy atmosphere, the Christmas holidays quietly arrived, and the students left the school in groups, and Hogwarts became quiet again.

Ilvermorny, far away in America, also fell into the same silence. Apart from Headmaster Agilbert and a few professors who stayed at the school, almost no one could be seen on campus.

However, this silence was broken on December 23rd.

A special guest visited Ilvermorny. He was thin, wearing a black robe, and his scarlet eyes gleamed with a fanatical light, as if filled with some kind of excited anticipation.

"Heh, so this is the school built to imitate Hogwarts. Looking at it now, it's nothing more than that."

Looking at the gate in front of him, Voldemort curled the corners of his mouth, revealing a hint of mockery.

He didn't enter the campus, but instead went around the main entrance, walking along the wall all the way, his pace leisurely, as if he were the true master here.

Voldemort came here today not to cause trouble for Ilvermorny, but for a legendary wand.

Since seeing the powerful dragon bone wand, he has focused his main energy on finding powerful wands.

However, this process was not smooth. The legend of the Elder Wand was虚无缥缈, and the information collected by the Death Eaters was half true and half false, and could not provide any useful information at all.

After excluding all useless information, he set his sights on Ilvermorny in America. He had a feeling that today would be a good harvest.

Voldemort went all the way forward and finally stopped in front of the famous Serpentwood Tree outside Ilvermorny.

This tree was covered with thick snow, but its branches and leaves exuded an unusual vitality. The winter cold could not invade it at all.

As if sensing Voldemort's arrival, the huge Serpentwood Tree began to sway gently, and snowflakes rustled between the swaying branches, as if welcoming the arrival of a new owner.

Voldemort looked up at this extraordinary giant tree, and the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened. He sensed a deep connection, a resonance originating from blood and will.

Found you, Serpentwood Wand!

Ignoring the dense protective magic around the Serpentwood Tree, he slowly raised his hand and said in a low and eerie Parseltongue.

"In the name of the blood of Salazar Slytherin, awaken, Serpentwood Wand!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the huge Serpentwood Tree trembled violently. The emerald green of the branches and leaves faded in an instant, turning into a dull, withered yellow. The entire tree seemed to be eroded by the river of time, and its vitality was lost at an alarming rate.

The bright leaves became dull, gray, and dilapidated, and the trunk swayed and began to wither, as if it had gone through hundreds of years in just a few seconds.

Affected by this, the complex protective magic surrounding the Serpentwood Tree also collapsed one after another, as if losing the foundation for support, turning into strands of weak light and dissipating into the air.

"Crack!"

The tree trunk cracked from the center, and a bright light flashed within it. When the light dissipated, a smooth, brand-new wand slowly emerged.

Voldemort gently hooked his fingers, and the wand slowly floated in front of him as he summoned it, and then fell into his pale palm.

He slowly lowered his head, gazing at the wand in his hand, his eyes filled with extreme satisfaction.

This was no ordinary wand—this was the legacy of the greatest of the four founders, an supreme artifact created by Salazar Slytherin himself.

What made him even more pleased was that this wand did not resist him at all, as if it belonged to him by nature.

Voldemort could clearly feel that this wand was leaping and cheering, conveying some silent message to him—just use it, just unleash your ambition, it will open up an unprecedented path for you.

Feeling the delicate texture of the wand, a intoxicating feeling surged into his heart. His fingers tightened slightly, and he suddenly waved it towards the sky.

In an instant, a dazzling curse shot straight into the sky, shooting a huge hole in the clouds in the sky.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes and silently praised in his heart.

As expected of Slytherin's wand, its power is indeed extraordinary, just right to be my Christmas gift.

Perhaps, I can take this opportunity to bring those most loyal servants out of Azkaban and have a happy Christmas together.

Thinking of this, Voldemort showed a knowing smile and was about to leave here.

However, before he could act, a stern shout came from behind him.

"Stop! Put down what's in your hand, you thief!"