Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

Malfoy Manor, the banquet hall.

Bang—

A curse hit, and the exquisite magic television was blasted into pieces all over the floor.

Lucius's lips twitched, wanting to say something.

That was a magic television bearing the Malfoy family crest, a high-end luxury version customized from Swann Alchemy, worth a full two thousand Galleons, and it was now scrapped.

However, seeing Bella's manic appearance, Lucius ultimately didn't say anything to his sister-in-law.

There was no way around it; this sister-in-law seemed even more insane after more than a decade in Azkaban, and he couldn't afford to provoke her!

He simply sat obediently at the long table, watching Bella jumping up and down.

"Damn it! How dare Bones take the initiative to declare war on us?" Bella had changed into clean clothes, her eyebrows raised, her face full of anger, "Who gave her the courage? Was it Dumbledore? Or that Professor Swann?"

"And also, can someone explain to me what the hell is going on with this Professor Swann? Where did he get the guts to stand up for Bones? Isn't he just a small-time Auror?"

"Does anyone know where he lives now? How dare he provoke the Master; tonight, let the Dark Mark float above his house. And that Bones, we must let her know our power; I don't believe Dumbledore can protect her forever."

Bella wasn't familiar with Sebastian; when she was locked up in Azkaban, Sebastian was still mingling in the Auror ranks, and to prevent Voldemort from targeting him, he was relatively low-key at the time.

Bella naturally wouldn't pay much attention to such a minor figure.

Afterward, they were locked in the deepest part of Azkaban for more than a decade, and they knew even less about the current changes.

"Severus," Rodolphus said with a sinister tone, "Everyone now calls you Professor Snape, so you're teaching at Hogwarts, then tell me, where exactly does this Sebastian Swann live?"

Snape's lips twitched slightly, trying hard not to laugh.

Looking for trouble with Sebastian?

That would be great; as long as you dare to go, that guy Sebastian will surely smile and thank Merlin for the gift, and then entertain you with the greatest enthusiasm.

He opened his mouth, just about to speak, when someone else interrupted him.

"Rodolphus!" Barty Crouch Jr. shouted sharply, "Damn it! Don't mention that person's full name; he must know that we are all at Malfoy Manor now; do you want that person to disturb the Master's holiday mood?"

Disturb the mood?

Based on that Swann?

He's not worthy!

Rodolphus was dissatisfied and immediately retorted: "Barty, after more than a decade, how has your courage become so small? A name scares you!"

"You didn't see you back down when we tortured the Longbottoms together, I didn't expect you to be so cowardly now."

"If you're afraid, stay here; I believe many Death Eater brothers will be willing to join us."

"Is anyone willing to go with us, let's set off after the banquet!"

To Rodolphus's surprise, apart from the few guys who had been in Azkaban for more than a decade, no one responded to his call, not even the Carrow siblings, who had become his cellmates in the past two years.

The Death Eaters either looked away or looked at them like idiots.

"Idiots!"

Barty Crouch Jr. cursed and immediately began to educate these newly released guys, lest these few guys get hotheaded and give away their lives for nothing.

As Barty Crouch Jr. narrated, Bella and Rodolphus and others began to understand Sebastian, but the more they knew, the more ugly their faces became.

The richest man of the era, the Deputy Headmaster of Hogwarts, put a curse on his own name, confronted the Master head-on, and also possessed earth-shattering power......

Are you saying that the Swann we know is really the same person?

Bella stopped shouting; although she was crazy, she wasn't stupid and knew that this was someone she couldn't afford to provoke.

However, she didn't admit that she was afraid; she just felt that she couldn't let such a person disturb Voldemort's holiday mood.

After all, from Barty Crouch Jr.'s description, this person was different from Dumbledore and was a vindictive guy.

"We must make some response to the Ministry of Magic's provocation; we can't just let it go."

Bella felt indignant and looked at Voldemort, who was sitting at the head of the long table: "Master, how should we respond to the Ministry of Magic next?"

Voldemort sat there, seemingly completely unable to hear the noise of the crowd.

He stroked the snake wood wand in his hand, and he no longer had the joy he had when he first got this wand.

The power of the snake wood wand was very strong and worthy of its name, perfectly adapted to himself due to blood relations.

In today's magical world, there was no wand more suitable for him.

Of course, all of this had a premise, that was, the Elder Wand in the Deathly Hallows only existed in legends.

The Elder Wand... Dumbledore!

Thinking of the battle with Dumbledore in the Ministry of Magic, Voldemort felt like a thousand ants were crawling in his heart.

That Elder Wand should belong to him!

If he was holding the Elder Wand today instead of the snake wood wand, could he have pulled Dumbledore from the throne of the strongest?

As for that Sebastian, he was even less of an opponent.

Voldemort kept thinking about how to get the Elder Wand until he heard Bella's call and slowly came back to his senses.

"Master, should we show the Ministry of Magic some color?"

Voldemort didn't answer directly; he signaled Bella to sit back in her seat and then surveyed everyone.

"Death Eaters, today is a happy day, and I am very happy to see you sitting so neatly by my side."

He raised the wine glass in his hand and said softly: "Here, I would like to wish you all a Merry Christmas."

Hearing this, the Death Eaters dared not neglect, loudly wished Voldemort a Merry Christmas, and then drank the wine in their glasses in one gulp, continuing to listen to Voldemort's instructions.

"I know that you are all waiting for me to declare war on the Ministry of Magic, but unfortunately, I must admit that I alone cannot simultaneously resist Dumbledore and Sebastian."

"Master..." Bella's face turned anxious, and she immediately stood up.

"Don't worry, Bella." Voldemort waved his hand gently, "I am not afraid of anyone in a one-on-one fight; I am just worried that if one of them holds me back, the other will kill you all."

"You are all my friends, and I don't want to see any of you get hurt."

Bella's eyes were full of tears; she felt that she must be too weak, which dragged the Master down.

"Therefore, Death Eaters, I ask you to be low-key in the coming time; we need to accumulate strength temporarily."

"However, our team needs to expand, and simply being low-key is not conducive to our expansion of power."

Voldemort smiled and said confidently: "Therefore, Death Eaters, work hard to expand your power abroad, let me see your abilities."