Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"Why are you telling me this?"

Voldemort was a little confused. In his opinion, Lucius could completely hide this part of the content.

"In fact, my father has wanted me to reveal the Malfoy family's biggest secret to you for a long time, ever since he knew that you intended to make a difference in the Muggle world." Lucius said calmly.

It can be seen that telling this secret has relieved him a lot of pressure.

"That started last summer, right?" Voldemort asked.

Lucius nodded, indicating that it was at that time.

"You have a close relationship with the Queen?" Voldemort played with his wand and lowered his head and asked.

"When she joined the army in World War II, her father was by her side to protect her. At that time, they were very...close."

The hand waving the wand stopped for a moment, and Voldemort frowned and looked at Lucius.

No, just say it, what do you mean by stopping like this?

Suddenly, a different color was added to such an ordinary sentence.

"Nothing happened between them, they were just close friends."

Lucius saw that Voldemort's eyes were wrong and he quickly added.

Voldemort just rolled his eyes at him. If you hadn't said this, I wouldn't have thought more deeply.

"Well, I think so too."

Voldemort waved his hand, indicating that he did not need to know about Senior Abu's love history, "Senior Abu hopes you will do this, and you said so. It seems that you want to share this connection with me, right?"

"Yes."

After Lucius took a deep breath, he hurriedly said, "Dark Lord, I ask you to use this relationship with caution. It involves the credibility and future of the Malfoy family."

Voldemort nodded seriously, he understood what Lucius meant.

If this matter was exposed to the wizarding world, then the Malfoy family would be equivalent to betraying all pure-blood families.

Everyone quit back then, but you, the Malfoy family, were trying to be clever, which is a bit unjustifiable.

This may even trigger resistance from other pure-blood families against the Malfoy family, and their future will be really worrying.

"I'll be careful, Lucius, you can trust that."

Voldemort solemnly made a promise and immediately promised benefits, "If I want to use it, the Malfoy family will definitely profit from it in return."

Lucius quickly expressed his thanks and said a lot of words without asking for anything in return.

Voldemort just treated him as a fart and didn't listen to a word he said.

When he finally became impatient, he took out his pocket watch, took a look at it, and said, "It's almost time, Lucius, we have to leave."

So he and Lucius walked out of the conference room and summoned Old Nott, Little Barty and Winky.

The group of people followed Voldemort as he apparated again and disappeared into Riddle Building.

Porchis looked at all this with envy, turned around angrily, and went to read his W.O.M.B.A.T. exam materials.

"Whoosh."

The figure of a group of people appeared in a dense jungle.

"Where is this?" Old Nott asked first.

"Get out your wands, friends, there may be a fight, but don't kill those brutes."

Voldemort didn't give him an explanation, he just took out his wand and said.

As soon as he finished speaking, a low roar sounded in the jungle.

That sound was very much like the sound that a wild beast would make from its throat to intimidate the enemy before attacking.

Everyone hurriedly formed a circle back to back, and dark shadows began to shuttle through the woods.

"Are they those wolf cubs?"

Little Barty judged the identity of the enemy from a dark shadow.

"It's them, they don't look very friendly."

Voldemort said with a smile, putting his wand on his chest and not attacking rashly.

"Whoosh."

As soon as the light flashed out, it was Barty Jr., who took the lead in attacking and hit a shuttle figure.

"Bang."

The figure instantly turned into a sheep. The black figures next to it were stunned for a moment, and then pounced on it.

Voldemort nodded with satisfaction. Little Barty was indeed both civil and military.

He chose a very smart attack method, which not only caused the enemy to suffer self-mutilation, but also exposed more enemies.

"attack."

Little Barty roared happily, followed by a series of magic attacks.

Winky and Voldemort were the only ones not involved.

"enough."

A sudden roar made everyone stop.

And at this moment, Voldemort moved.

His body leaned forward, but in an instant it turned into a purple-gold light.

"Uh-huh."

The light rushed straight towards the starting point of the sound, and the person who called out was so frightened that he jumped to avoid it.

But when the light reached him, it did not hit him, but instantly transformed into Voldemort.

At the same time, Voldemort waved his wand.

A thin black flame extended from his wand and whipped towards the speaker like a whip.

"Is it Li Huo?"

The escaping figure screamed in horror and tried its best to dodge.

But that makes absolutely no sense.

The whip composed of fierce fire dances like a spiritual snake.

It rolled back in the exact opposite direction to the direction in which Voldemort waved his wand, which directly caused the dodger's prediction to fail.

"Snapped."

The whip struck the man, instantly leaving a black mark on him.

He should be grateful to Voldemort. If it weren't for his precise control, Li Huo could have split this man in two or set him on fire.

"Greyback."

Voldemort spoke, but the movements of his hands did not stop, and the fire whip was still lashing.

"If I were you, I wouldn't dodge. That would make me unable to control my strength and kill you directly."

He said, holding up his wand.

Except for the moment when he flicked the fierce fire, he never waved the wand again.

As for the fire whip that made a whirring sound and kept hitting Greyback, it was completely acting on its own.

Soul magic is so magical.

"Ah, Master, ah... please forgive me... ah, me."

Greyback obediently stopped evading, but the pain was still there, and he had to howl.

But Voldemort ignored him completely. He just held his wand and watched numbly as the fire whip struck him again and again.

The battle on the other side has long ended. Whether it is a few wizards or the werewolves running around before, they have focused their attention here.

The wizards lowered their heads, not daring to look at the brutal Dark Lord.

The werewolves also lowered their heads for unknown reasons, possibly in silence for their leader.

"Master... if you hit me again... if you hit me again, you will die."

Greyback had collapsed on the ground. If it weren't for his desire to survive, he wouldn't even have the strength to speak.

The fire was so fierce that even if Voldemort controlled it well, the fire whip hitting his body was like a blessing on his soul.

But Voldemort didn't speak, he just held his wand motionless.

Only the constantly flying fire whip proved his determination to teach his subordinate a lesson.

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