Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

On this day, the villagers of Little Hangleton suddenly discovered that the Riddle House, which was located on a hillside and had been uninhabited for many years, suddenly turned on the lights.

And a day later, a slightly rickety figure began to be busy in the yard.

Repair the missing tiles on the roof, repair the dilapidated doors and windows, and get rid of the ivy crawling all over the house.

Slowly, this dilapidated mansion became magnificent again.

This was not over yet. A few days later, cars pulling luxury furniture drove in here and unloaded batches of expensive-looking furniture.

This filled the villagers with doubts and curiosity.

Is there anyone still alive in this big house where strange events happened fifty years ago, in this family that was once full of evil people?

This curiosity, as the Riddle Mansion gradually improves, becomes more and more itchy.

Finally, some villagers could not help but be curious and found Frank, who was severely deaf and in his seventies.

He was once a servant of the Riddle family. When three members of the Riddle family died, the police suspected that he had made a mistake.

However, there was no strong evidence for this, so he later returned here.

After this big house went through several changes, no one was living in it anymore, and Frank has always lived alone.

Now that there are such big changes here, he must know the reason.

"Frank." The villagers surrounded him curiously, shouting loudly behind him and asking, "What happened there? Does it have a new owner?"

Frank, who was lame on one leg, heard the villagers' shouts clearly. He nodded vigorously, his old eyes exuding a light he had never seen before, and answered the villagers' questions loudly.

"There is no new owner. The young master of the Riddle family has come back. He bought the Riddle Mansion again."

Frank's answer surprised everyone, but what was even more surprising was the rows of high-end cars that drove into the village three days later.

Looking at the young man in his twenties who got off the car and was surrounded by a group of strange but luxuriously dressed people, the villagers' eyes were full of doubts.

Is this a member of the Riddle family?

Even if it is an illegitimate child, this age is not right, right?

However, the man did not give them a chance to ask. He just nodded to them from afar, then turned and walked into Riddle House.

"This place is too small for you, Lord Dark Lord."

Lucius, who was accompanying Voldemort, glanced at the courtyard of the mansion and said.

The courtyard looks as big as a football field, but compared to Malfoy Manor, it is indeed much smaller.

"We are wizards, Lucius, and change can happen here."

Voldemort responded with a smile, he was still very satisfied with this place.

Neither Riddle nor Lin Zuo had ever owned such a large mansion.

What's more, this mansion was built exactly according to his ideas, and he was very satisfied.

At least, it's much better than the small building behind Malfoy Manor.

"Sir, we are already purchasing the land behind the mansion, but it will take some time. It involves the land of a nobleman, and he does not want to sell it." Pochs stood in the distance, but still spoke.

Voldemort nodded and walked towards the house without saying anything.

The house is very spacious and three stories high. It maintains the original architectural style as a whole, but many lamps are added to the exterior walls.

"So much alike, Mr. Riddle, you are so much like your father."

Frank came to meet him at the door. It was obvious that he was wearing his best clothes, but they were still a little tattered.

"Really?" Voldemort stopped and said with a smile, "Do you still remember his appearance?"

"Of course, although he was only a teenager at the time, his black hair impressed me deeply, and that incident... I'm sorry, sir, I shouldn't have mentioned it." The old Frank shook his head and said.

He mistakenly identified the young Voldemort as the father of the current Voldemort.

But Voldemort had no intention of explaining this matter, so he let the misunderstanding continue. He didn't bother to explain.

Patting Frank on the shoulder, Voldemort walked past him into the mansion.

The large living room occupies almost the entire first floor, which will help him entertain Death Eaters in the future, which he specifically requested.

The stairs leading to the second floor rotate left and right at the back of the hall, which does not affect the spaciousness of the entire hall.

Voldemort did not go to the second floor. He considered it to be his private space and did not want others to visit it.

"Looks good, Porchis, well done."

Voldemort's eyes swept over the floral patterns on the floor and the lamps on the ceiling. The style of these was very unified and presented a post-modern style, which he liked very much.

"Thank you for the compliment, sir." Porchis said humbly.

This guy is getting more and more like a Death Eater and even wanted to kiss Voldemort's cloak not long ago, but he refused.

It's so pitiful that he has stopped doing that a long time ago.

"Gentlemen, let's have dinner here today to celebrate my housewarming. If anything happens again in the future, you can come to me directly here."

Voldemort said with satisfaction, and then motioned for everyone to move around in the hall while he walked up the stairs.

The second floor is the guest room, and the corridor is covered with thick wool blankets with maple leaf patterns.

Voldemort just glanced here, without stopping, but went straight to the third floor.

Up the stairs here, there is his bedroom in front, and the balcony outside is also the balcony in the center of the whole house.

To the left and right of the bedroom are the study room and the pharmacy room, and there are no other miscellaneous rooms.

After glancing around, Voldemort was quite satisfied with the place, and then went downstairs to entertain his guests.

This time there were many people coming with him, including Death Eaters and some members of pure-blood families.

One reason for bringing them here is to recognize the door, and another reason is to discuss the most important thing to do next.

At the dinner, everyone raised glasses to congratulate Voldemort on his move.

In this regard, Voldemort did not refuse anyone who came, and had a friendly enough attitude to chat with everyone.

Voldemort, who was completely different from before, was loved by many pure-blood families.

No one wants to make friends with someone who is moody all the time, especially if this person is a powerful dark wizard.

Who knows one day he will go crazy and take you away with a death curse.

The gentle Voldemort seemed much more reassuring.

Many pure-blood families even took this opportunity to make some slightly excessive requests to test Voldemort's bottom line.

"In the Riddle family, it is difficult to refuse other people's requests on a big day, even if the request is a bit excessive."

Voldemort smiled and pointed out these people's little thoughts, then he smiled a little and said, "I won't do this again."

It's an understatement, but it's enough to make these people dare not do it again.

At the same time, he also told these people that he, Voldemort, could communicate.

The pure-blood family heads were overjoyed to see his change. The more intelligent among the Death Eaters were also happy for their master's smoothness.

"Ahem."

Seeing that the party was coming to an end, Voldemort coughed twice, attracting everyone's attention.

"The time is counting down, gentlemen, take action. This time we must win completely and bring the glory of pure blood."

He raised his wine glass high, and everyone also raised their wine glasses, and then everyone drank.