Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

Morale low?

A rout!

Voldemort's face was terrifyingly gloomy, the anger churning in his eyes as if it would erupt at any moment.

This was what he feared most.

He knew better than anyone what kind of rabble he had hastily gathered during the expansion of his forces.

A bunch of cowards who bully the weak!

Usually arrogant and flaunting their power, wishing they could have the Death Eater mark branded on their foreheads, but once the situation turned against them, they would easily reveal their true colors, scurrying away with their tails between their legs, utterly lacking loyalty.

The worst part was that they weren't defeated by the Ministry of Magic of various countries, but by the renowned Grindelwald and his Acolytes.

If they had been defeated by the Ministries of Magic, it would have been easier to handle. After all, the Ministries were official forces, and even if his team suffered a temporary setback, it wouldn't shake the foundation. Moreover, most of these people were on the blacklists of the various Ministries of Magic and would never consider surrendering to them.

But now? These guys were driven back to the British wizarding world like stray dogs by the Acolytes.

This wasn't just a defeat; it was a stark contrast.

Grindelwald's team was disciplined, powerful, and meticulously planned, while the Death Eaters were a mess, their morale collapsed, and even their escape seemed so pathetic.

Without Legilimency, Voldemort could guess what those foreign wizards Lucius had just reported were thinking—the Acolytes are stronger, the Acolytes are safer, following the Acolytes has a brighter future.

This rabble was most adept at changing their allegiance according to the prevailing winds. Their loyalty was never to a person, but to the victor.

Even his original followers, after hearing that Sebastian was going to cooperate with Grindelwald, might have had other thoughts.

Among those Death Eaters who had followed him for many years, perhaps only Barty, Bella, and a few others could be considered truly loyal to him.

The Death Eaters had too much dark history; they were already wanted criminals by the Ministry of Magic. In the past, they had no choice but to follow him to the end.

But now, Grindelwald's appearance provided another possibility. As long as they defected to the Acolytes, they could escape the Ministry of Magic's pursuit and stand on the stage of the wizarding world again, instead of hiding like rats.

Voldemort knew very well that his team was now like a pile of loose sand. Torture and killing were not the best solutions, but rather easily stimulated the desire of his subordinates to defect. If he was not careful, it would completely disintegrate, and he would completely lose the possibility of dominating the world.

So this time, he didn't torture his subordinates with the Cruciatus Curse as usual, but suppressed his anger and quietly pondered how to reverse the defeat and re-consolidate his power.

Time was tight, and he had to break the situation before Sebastian and Grindelwald cooperated.

"Undoubtedly, we need a great victory!" Voldemort said coldly, "We must re-establish the Death Eaters' reputation and let everyone know how powerful we are."

"Master!" Barty Crouch Jr. stood up abruptly, his eyes flashing with unreserved fanaticism and loyalty, "Please give the order! Wherever your wand points is the direction of our attack!"

Bellatrix also stood up, her voice fanatical and full of killing intent: "Those ignorant fools must understand that the master's power is beyond doubt! All the idiots who dare to provoke must pay the price for their stupidity!"

Under the impetus of the two, the Death Eaters became excited, anger and fanaticism intertwined, shouting that they would let the world see Voldemort's terror again and make the Acolytes pay a painful price.

"Master," Lucius asked softly, his heart stirring, "Who is our target? Do we go directly for revenge against Grindelwald?"

Yaxley's eyes lit up, and he immediately suggested: "Perhaps, we can concentrate our forces to raid a Gringotts. Before Grindelwald reacts, we grab what we can and retreat. If we do this a few times, the Acolytes will surely fall into chaos."

Hearing this, Voldemort's scarlet eyes narrowed slightly, and after weighing it in his mind, he denied the plan.

If there were no magical mobile phones, this plan would still have a high chance of success, but now, with just one phone call, Grindelwald could bring more Acolytes to arrive instantly.

He could stop Grindelwald, but what about the battle between the Death Eaters and the Acolytes?

"Of course, I want to take revenge on Grindelwald, and I'm not afraid of Grindelwald, but..." Voldemort glanced around and said coldly, "Can you beat the Acolytes?"

Although he didn't want to admit it, Voldemort knew that the Death Eaters were far behind the Acolytes. Moreover, the last time the Acolytes were merciful and didn't kill, but it wouldn't be easy to say if they faced them again.

"Master," Lucius said, lowering his head, "Compared to revenge against Grindelwald, perhaps we can choose another target—Hogsmeade New Town."

Voldemort's eyes fell on Lucius, signaling him to continue.

"Lucius, tell me your reasons!"

"Yes," Lucius bowed slightly, confidently analyzing, "The current situation in the wizarding world is very clear, with three forces standing side by side—us, Grindelwald and his Acolytes, and Sebastian and the International Wizarding Association behind him."

"But according to my intelligence, although Sebastian has become the president of the International Wizarding Association, he cannot turn the International Wizarding Association into his own power in just two days. In other words, the only force Sebastian can rely on for the time being is the British Ministry of Magic."

"Compared to Grindelwald and his Acolytes, Sebastian and the British Ministry of Magic are the weakest party in the three-way game. I think this is why Sebastian wants to cooperate with Grindelwald."

Hearing this, Voldemort nodded slightly.

The British Ministry of Magic was weak and不堪. Because of this, they chose to move to Hogsmeade New Town, hiding under Sebastian's protection.

As for the residents of the new town, they were even more sheep among sheep, with no threat at all.

In this way, this was indeed the softest persimmon among the three forces.

"Lucius, your statement is very insightful, continue."

"Yes, Master," Lucius puffed out his chest and said in a sonorous tone, "Although our forces that were expanding abroad have been driven back to England, thinking about it from another perspective, isn't this another form of power cohesion?"

"It's like an open palm, now tightly clenched into a fist."

"According to my statistics, adding those wizards who have been recalled from abroad, plus those prisoners from Azkaban before, we have a full thousand people. In addition, we have Dementors, werewolves, and giants. Compared to Sebastian's Hogsmeade New Town, we are the real behemoth, easily crushing the opponent to pieces."

"Of course," Lucius paused, and once again respectfully saluted Voldemort, "To do this, we still need the master to block Sebastian."

"Hasn't Sebastian been promoting the safety of Hogsmeade New Town? Then we will destroy the newly built Ministry of Magic, raze the newly built Gringotts to the ground, and let the entire wizarding world know that those who dare to stand in front of the master have only one end—destruction!"

"This battle will lay the foundation for your absolute prestige! All doubters will shut up, all waverers will submit! No one will dare to underestimate the master again, and no one will dare to underestimate the power of the Death Eaters!"

The hall fell into dead silence. Voldemort gently raised his wand, his fingertips caressing the wand, his eyes gazing deeply at Lucius.

Then, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Very good! Death Eaters, gather your subordinates and attack Hogsmeade New Town tonight!"