Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

Lucius arrived at the gate of Riddle Manor, covered in dust. He had just returned from the French wizarding world and hadn't even had a sip of water before attending the Death Eater meeting called by Voldemort.

The bright moon hung high in the sky. He glanced at the newly grown snake-wood tree in the yard, waved his wand to tidy up his wizard robes, and pushed the door open to enter.

The air was filled with a faint, damp, and decaying smell, as if the entire mansion was immersed in some lingering shadow.

The hall was very spacious, but the light from the magic lamps was weak, casting the entire room in a dim light.

A long ebony conference table stretched across the center of the room, its surface polished smooth as a mirror, reflecting the blurred figures of the wizards sitting on either side.

Voldemort sat at the head of the table, behind a high-backed chair with snake-shaped carvings coiling around it. Nagini was coiled on the back of his chair, quietly watching the entire room.

His slender, pale fingers slowly caressed the Elder Wand in his hand, his eyes lowered, his face devoid of any expression. Only his scarlet pupils occasionally flickered slightly, as if pondering some inner confusion.

On both sides of the conference table, several Death Eaters sat in silence, each with their head bowed, respectfully seated in their respective positions.

Lucius skillfully walked to his seat, next to the expressionless Snape.

Silence spread throughout the room, with only the faint sound of Voldemort's fingers caressing the wand occasionally breaking the air, making people uneasy.

The Death Eaters arrived one after another. They silently found their seats, even the sound of the chair legs scraping against the ground was deliberately lowered, as if afraid of disturbing the Dark Lord in the main seat.

When the last person was seated, both sides of the long table were full. Barty Crouch Jr. stood up, respectfully bowed slightly to Voldemort, and softly broke the silence in the room.

"Master, everyone has arrived. We can begin the meeting."

Voldemort raised his head, glanced at the Death Eaters on both sides of the long table, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Welcome, Death Eaters. I am very pleased to see you again."

"Originally, I had planned to rest, but the news reports have forced me to summon you here late at night for this meeting."

As he spoke, he waved the Elder Wand at the magic television in the room. The television turned on, and the serious voice of a news anchor sounded.

[Greetings, viewers, welcome to Swann News. We have just received shocking global news—Gringotts banks around the world were simultaneously attacked by Death Eaters.]

[According to reports from our correspondents, Death Eaters have broken into Gringotts banks around the world with lightning speed, and are carrying out merciless slaughter of the goblins. Gringotts is awash in blood. Although the magical governments of various countries have sent law enforcement personnel to provide support, the effect is minimal.]

[It is understood that all of this is because the goblins have angered the mysterious man.]

[Currently, the goblin population has suffered heavy casualties, with few survivors, and the wizarding world's financial system has fallen into unprecedented turmoil as a result.]

[We will continue to follow up and report on subsequent developments.]

"I once ordered you to go to various countries to expand our power," Voldemort said slowly, his fingertips gently caressing the Elder Wand, as if savoring something. "Now it seems that you have indeed done a good job. You were able to capture Gringotts in various countries on your own. You are very capable, and I should reward you."

He paused, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, seemingly with a hint of approval.

"However..." His voice suddenly sank, and the air in the room seemed to freeze. Everyone subconsciously held their breath.

His gaze slowly swept across the Death Eaters present, the deep red eyes revealing an icy chill: "I don't remember issuing an order to attack Gringotts in various countries?"

No one dared to make a sound, even the sound of swallowing saliva was forcibly suppressed.

"I am very curious, what exactly caused you to be able to take matters into your own hands without my permission?"

Voldemort withdrew his gaze and tapped the edge of the long table with his fingers, making a dull sound, each tap like a knock on the hearts of the Death Eaters. They all lowered their heads, their foreheads beaded with fine cold sweat, fearing to become the focus of that gaze.

"Yaxley, you have been in charge of the affairs of the American wizarding world. Tell me, what is going on?"

"Master," Yaxley said respectfully, "Seeing in the news that the goblins had angered you, the newly developed members were stirred up and proposed to teach the goblins a lesson, to vent your anger and strive to make contributions as soon as possible, so as to be gloriously transferred to your side and serve you."

"This proposal was met with overwhelming support. By the time I learned of the news, those people had already broken into Gringotts in America."

"I failed to supervise effectively, and I ask the Master to punish me."

"Oh," Voldemort said noncommittally, "So it was a self-organized effort, all to show loyalty to me."

Seeing that Voldemort did not mean to blame them, Avery tentatively said: "Master, the situation is similar in Germany. Everyone mainly wanted to vent your anger, and I can feel that they are sincere."

"Master, it's the same in Russia."

"Sweden too..."

"Poland too..."

The Death Eaters spoke one after another, saying that the incident happened suddenly and they only wanted to vent their anger for the Master.

"Master," Yaxley said again, "Don't worry, I will definitely strictly discipline them in the future, and this kind of unauthorized action without orders will never happen again."

"Oh, is that so," Voldemort nodded, "However, who can explain to me what's going on with the Death Eaters in Egypt? I don't remember anyone being in charge there!"

"The African continent, the Asian continent, no one is in charge at all. Who are the Death Eaters who popped up there?"

Voldemort's voice became lower and lower, as cold as a bone-chilling wind: "You bunch of idiots, can't you see it even now? Someone is using the name of the Death Eaters to stir up trouble!"

"Africa, Asia, those attacks were not our doing at all!" Voldemort's fingers suddenly tightened, clutching the Elder Wand, as if he would unleash his anger at any moment. "Even the recruits you've taken in may not be clean!"

Since his sudden emergence, no one had ever dared to impersonate Death Eaters to cause trouble.

Now, someone is brazenly using their banner to act recklessly, even throwing all the dirty water on his head. He couldn't swallow this breath no matter what!

In the silence, the Death Eaters finally reacted, and cold sweat instantly seeped from their foreheads.

In addition to being frightened, they bowed and expressed their positions, vowing that after returning, they would thoroughly investigate the matter, find out those who dared to impersonate them, and make them pay the most惨烈代价.

Just then, a voice suddenly rang out from the crowd.

"Master, everything has two sides, this time may not be an opportunity for our Death Eaters to accelerate our rise..."