Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

The wizarding world, of course, also has princess fairy tales.

Luna never thought that one day she would be like the princesses in those stories.

Many people were busy around her, sending all kinds of clothes.

Others measured her height and arm span and said they wanted to make a cane for her.

Someone also measured the size of her feet in detail, saying they wanted to customize leather shoes, and showed her many styles.

The eyes of the usually dull and silly little girl finally became lively because of these sparkling things.

"It's almost time, let's go."

It wasn't until Voldemort came to her wearing a crisp suit and holding an ivory cane that the little wizard came out of this psychedelic world.

"The Muggle world isn't that bad either, right, Voldemort?"

Luna asked Voldemort in the extended car, fiddling with the shining ring on her arm.

"Of course, but the prerequisite is money."

Voldemort said with a smile, but his eyes were still looking at the financial statements in his hands.

This is already an extremely simplified report, but he still looks very strenuous.

Of course, if he just focused on the long series of numbers at the end, he could still understand it, but obviously finance couldn't see it that way.

"Angela is also waiting for you in the conference room. Sir, if you have any financial questions, you can ask her."

Porchis said understandingly when he saw Voldemort frowning at the financial statements.

"Oh, this little girl, isn't she looking for me?" Voldemort closed the report and asked.

When he spoke, he noticed that Luna's head had not turned and her ears moved twice.

"She complained that I was the last to inform you. I was also afraid that she would waste your time." Pochs said with a smile.

Voldemort nodded, agreeing with his decision.

"How is her finances going?" Voldemort asked again.

"That's what she did, sir, she's great." Porchis said hurriedly.

Voldemort nodded again, but then stopped talking.

The car quickly stopped at the Riddle Consortium Building, and Voldemort, led by Porchis, walked to the office on the top floor.

"Are you Riddle?"

Angela asked in disbelief when Voldemort walked into the office.

"It's me, Angela. There are a lot of people here. We'll talk about it later if we have anything to do."

Voldemort said, scanning the people in the office. Most of them were old people, but there were also new faces.

"Are you the newly appointed person in charge of the Riddle family?"

A man with gray hair on his temples who looked quite a gentleman suddenly asked him.

Voldemort was stunned for a moment, but before Porchis could speak, Voldemort stopped him.

"Yes, is something wrong?" Voldemort asked.

"The meeting is at nine o'clock. You arrived at this time. Are you wasting our time?"

The old gentleman pointed at his watch and said dissatisfiedly, "Losing our time is also losing the time of the Riddle Consortium. Are you sure this is the result you want?"

"What's your name?" Voldemort asked.

"James Douglas." The old gentleman said, "He is currently the president of the London Region."

Voldemort looked at Porches, who immediately nodded.

"It's not an old man." Voldemort asked with some confusion. He did not avoid anyone present.

"Mr. Douglas is very capable, sir," Porches whispered.

Voldemort nodded again, and then looked at Douglas: "I apologize for my tardiness, and I promise there won't be a next time."

This was somewhat unexpected, and Douglas was stunned for a moment, but then expressed his acceptance of Voldemort's apology.

"Porchis said that you are very capable, so how about a difficult matter for you to deal with soon?" Voldemort asked him.

"Can I know what it is?" Douglas asked.

"We'll find out in a moment." Voldemort looked at the time, "They won't arrive until after four o'clock."

After leaving these words, he took Luna, Angel and Porchis to the office that had been left empty for him.

The few of them stayed in the oriental-styled office for a while, and Angel asked Voldemort many questions.

Voldemort also asked Angel about some financial status, and it was not until everyone arrived that they returned to the conference room again.

"Mr. Douglas, please sit next to me."

Douglas was a little confused, but he did it anyway.

"You are so young, are you sure you can control the financial group?"

A late-arriving head of the Far East District asked Voldemort before Douglas could sit down, "Do you know how much money I make for the consortium every minute, and what is the situation in the Far East District now? You..."

"Wait a minute and let me understand them one by one."

Voldemort interrupted him with a cold face, then ignored his anger and looked at a female person in charge among the crowd, "Are you in charge of the Chinese market?"

"Yes." The lady said nervously.

"How's it going?" Voldemort asked again.

"Real estate development is very good, but other industries..."

She gritted her teeth and said, "In other industries, I made two losses because I didn't understand the Chinese market and jumped to conclusions. I am willing to accept all penalties from the consortium."

The conference room suddenly fell silent, everyone was waiting for Voldemort's decision.

But he just lowered his head and was silent for a while, until some people became impatient and then spoke.

"You have a good heart. If things go wrong, they can always be undone. Moreover, I can see that the financial statements are not bad. The overall situation is profitable. Keep up the good work. I am optimistic about you."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he gave her a big smile, which made her eyes turn red and she nodded fiercely.

"snort."

The one who spoke before snorted contemptuously.

Voldemort didn't even look at him. He just said to the person in charge: "China has its own national conditions and customs. Please respect them. Can you do that?"

"Promise to do it."

Voldemort nodded with satisfaction, and then looked at the person who had been "humming" for a long time.

"Are you corrupt?" Voldemort asked bluntly.

"what are you saying?"

The man immediately asked angrily, but Voldemort had already turned his head and looked at Douglas.

"He has corruption, you have to deal with it."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he looked at the man again and asked, "How many times have you embezzled?"

"Ben and I didn't do anything. You are slandering me. I will do this..."

Voldemort still ignored him, just lowered his head and remained silent for a while, then turned to look at Douglas.

"Roman and Rezovsky are his two main partners. Most of the property he embezzled is still in the names of these two people. Let's see how much can be recovered and minimize the loss."

Voldemort's words made the man freeze on the spot, and Douglas looked at Voldemort thoughtfully.

In his mind, this young man had already mastered everything, and he was just pronouncing the verdict at this time.

But Douglas felt that there was no need to do this. The best way was to communicate with him in advance and work in secret.

How could he have imagined that Voldemort learned all this information just during a moment of silence.

Only economic losses...

Don't be afraid, the two people whose names he mentioned just now are very willing to compensate him.

If they don't do that, he can't guarantee Chelsea's future. He can decide the future of these two players.

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