Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

London, early morning.

"Don't you need any rest at all?"

In the presidential suite of Hilton Hotel, Luna looked at Voldemort opposite the sofa and asked.

"No need." Voldemort said without raising his head.

He was skillfully using tools to wax his lost wand.

The morning sun rises from behind him, as if plating him with a layer of gold.

His expression was serious and focused, and Luna was immersed in this scene.

"Hey."

Voldemort noticed that she had not spoken for a long time, so he raised his head and called her.

"ah."

Luna was startled, then her cheeks turned red and she lowered her head.

"I'm engaged, Luna."

Voldemort lowered his head again and said softly, "I am indifferent to feelings, and for some reasons, I am very focused on marriage, so don't think too much."

"I didn't think about anything." Luna said unconvinced.

Voldemort lowered his head and wiped his wand, saying nothing, just shrugging.

Luna became even more angry when he was like this. She snorted angrily and turned away from him.

But Voldemort just focused on his wand and had no intention of coaxing her.

"Aren't you sleepy at all?"

After enduring it for a long time, Luna finally couldn't help but ask.

"I'm really not sleepy."

Voldemort straightened up, moved his body, picked up the wand, and turned his back to look at the sun.

Luna saw him from behind and nodded.

It is conceivable that Voldemort must be very satisfied with the rejuvenated wand.

"If you have been wandering in this world as a soul for more than ten years, you will definitely want to be awake every moment."

Voldemort finally raised his head, looked at her and said.

"But you opened a big room, what are you going to do if you don't rest?" Luna asked, her eyes couldn't help but scan the room.

This place was indeed too luxurious. She had never seen such a house before.

"You're young and need a break, and I'm waiting for the bank to open."

As Voldemort spoke, his hands did not stop, and one spell after another was shot out by him.

It was obvious that he was enjoying his wand.

"The bank, isn't that in Diagon Alley?" Luna asked doubtfully.

"It's a Muggle bank, Luna. In fact, I don't really like goblin banks."

As he spoke, he raised his head and glanced at the clock, "It's time to leave. You should also sleep for a while. I'll be back later."

"I'll go with you." Luna immediately jumped off the sofa and said.

"Aren't you sleepy?" Voldemort asked.

"I want to cherish my time so that I won't regret it when I drift away in my soul state for more than ten years in the future."

The little girl said, jumping towards the door.

Voldemort smiled, waved his wand, and wrote a line of text on the wall of Neville's room.

"The Bank of London, the nearest one."

After leaving the presidential suite, Voldemort directly spoke to the butler arranged by the hotel.

"Okay, sir."

The butler answered while opening the elevator door for Voldemort.

At the same time, he arranged a vehicle for Voldemort through the intercom.

In fact, this kind of presidential suite comes with its own car.

When Voldemort and Luna walked out of the hall under the leadership of the butler, the car was already parked at the door.

"Their magic is so powerful, they actually arranged everything so well." Luna said in surprise as she got in the car.

"The Great Immortal of Money has boundless power." Voldemort said something that Luna couldn't understand, and then got into the car.

The driver drove very smoothly, maybe because the car was good, but Voldemort didn't feel any bumps along the way.

When they arrived at the bank, the driver turned his head and was about to speak when he saw Voldemort making a silent movement for him.

Luna fell asleep with Voldemort half in her arms.

Voldemort gently pushed her away, but she held him too tightly.

After thinking for a while, Voldemort finally hugged her and got out of the car.

Eleven-year-old Luna is still a little one.

"You are... I mean..."

As soon as they got out of the car, Pochs came over, rubbing his hands, looking hesitant.

"It's me, Porchis, this is who I really am."

Voldemort said softly, "We'll talk to you later. The child is still sleeping. Take me in to collect my things."

Porchis immediately nodded and led the way. The way he looked back from time to time revealed his curiosity.

Now he is not a novice who knows nothing about the wizarding world. He knows all the things the Dark Lord did in the wizarding world.

Including the death of the Dark Lord, he also knew it very well.

But, is this resurrection?

Magic, is it really that powerful?

"Has the notice of the meeting been announced?" Voldemort asked softly.

"It has been arranged, Hei... Fu... what should I call you, sir?" Porges asked with a grimace.

It would look silly to call him the Dark Lord in the Muggle world.

He was a bit afraid to call Voldemort.

"Just call me sir, no prefix required." Voldemort said.

"Okay, sir." Pochs said, "I have already sent everyone a notice of participation, but several people in charge in the Far East think that the time is too late..."

As soon as he said this, he noticed that Voldemort's brows wrinkled.

"Of course, I didn't allow them to delay the time, but judging from the tickets they booked..."

"result."

Voldemort's voice had turned cold.

"The last person expected to arrive is three o'clock in the afternoon."

After Pochis finished speaking, he hurriedly explained, "She is the person in charge of the China region. The journey takes ten hours. It is already the fastest flight."

"Is there any delay on purpose?" Voldemort became more and more dissatisfied. He felt that Porchis always missed the point.

However, through telepathy, he could confirm that this person was loyal and commendable, so he decided to give him more chances.

"There are a few people in that country who are still in chaos, but they also said to rush as soon as possible..."

"knew."

Voldemort interrupted him directly, "The meeting continues, we will wait for them in the conference room."

After saying this, Voldemort motioned for him to handle the bank's business.

After a while, Porchis took care of everything, and Voldemort walked into the room where the safe was stored.

"Wow."

The drawer was opened, and the rest of his wands, as well as items for personal use, were placed here.

Voldemort put all these things into the wizard's robe, closed the safe again, turned around and walked out.

"Go shopping for clothes."

Voldemort said to Porchis.

As a result, the chief executive of the Riddle Consortium became a butler and began to circle around Voldemort.

At about ten o'clock in the morning, Luna finally woke up from her deep sleep. The child had been extremely sleepy before.

"Try to see if the clothes are suitable. Wearing wizard robes is not suitable here."

Voldemort threw these words to Luna, who had just woken up, and walked to the two old people next to her.

Luna, in a daze, saw the two men placing an instrument on Voldemort's head.

"What are you doing?" she asked doubtfully.

"Measure your head, Ms. Luna."

Pochs appeared enthusiastically and offered a cup of chocolate milk warmly, "Sir, I have chosen some clothes for you. Can you try them on now?"

Luna took the chocolate milk blankly, then nodded blankly.

The little witch hasn't woken up yet, and she's going to live like a princess when she wakes up.