Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

Thousands of people gathered together, shouting, laughing, and intermittent singing.

They followed the passage marked by high-hanging lanterns and walked quickly into the woods.

The fanatical atmosphere is constantly being exaggerated, and people are grinning from ear to ear.

In the world of wizards, this is really a rare lively scene.

About twenty minutes into the woods, a huge stadium appeared there. The majestic building made the wizards couldn't help but shout, and the atmosphere rose again.

Dumbledore, who had not entered the VIP table in advance, was also walking among the crowd. His carefully ironed purple wizard robe was already squeezed into shape.

But he didn't care at all.

At this time, he was shouting along with the crowd, as happy as a child.

"A stadium that holds 100,000 people, oh my God, it's unbelievable."

Dumbledore heard Harry's exclamation from the crowd, which made him want to push through to see the child, but he couldn't do it.

Dumbledore gave up on seeing his students and started walking towards the ticket gate.

"VIP seats, principal, I didn't expect you to squeeze in with them."

The ticket inspector was a witch. As he spoke, he pointed to the right behind him, "Go up there, principal. The sign for the VIP seats is golden and very eye-catching. We thought we wouldn't be able to use it before."

"I just like the excitement, haha. The old man's days are numbered, so he must learn to enjoy himself in time."

Dumbledore said loudly with a smile, and then moved forward in the direction directed by the ticket inspector.

The stairs leading to the auditorium were covered with purple-red carpets. People climbed up the stairs, and the crowded crowd soon became loose due to the diversion.

This made Dumbledore feel a lot more comfortable and gave him some free time to sort out his wrinkled clothes.

"call."

He let out a sigh of relief. It seemed that the journey he had just taken was not as easy as he made it sound.

"Why are you looking for trouble for yourself, Albus, is this for your own entertainment?"

A familiar voice rang in his ears, and Dumbledore knew who it was without turning around.

But he still looked back because he wanted to know how this guy would disguise himself.

"puff."

Dumbledore looked at Voldemort, who was wearing telescopic glasses connected to his nose and mouth, and instantly laughed out loud.

"Is it funny?"

Voldemort asked, then he hung one end of the telescopic roll in his mouth and blew hard.

"Didi~~"

The whistle sounded, and the telescopic roll hit Dumbledore's big nose.

"You seem to have a good temperament, son... can you tell me why you did this?" Dumbledore asked.

"Just like you, old guy."

Voldemort retaliates in kind, "You're afraid that you won't have time to have fun when you get old and die, and I'm afraid that after a while everyone will stare at me and won't be able to play even if you want to.

"Besides, this way no one can recognize me, right?"

Dumbledore nodded vigorously. In his opinion, it was really impossible for anyone to guess that this person was Voldemort.

At least he didn't believe it himself.

"Come this way, we need to take a seat."

Voldemort waved for Dumbledore to follow, and took the lead in leading the way.

The two of them walked up to the left and right of the center of the steps, turned left and entered a larger box.

There are hundreds of places here, and those who have come here include Minister Fudge, Director Crouch, and some senior foreign officials. The highest-ranking among them is Mr. Obalonsk, the Bulgarian Minister of Magic.

After Voldemort entered the VIP area, the first thing he did was to turn right - he didn't want to be surrounded because of Dumbledore.

"Hey kid, what will you do today?"

Before Voldemort left, Dumbledore suddenly grabbed him and asked.

"Snapped."

Voldemort grabbed the other person's hand and said softly: "You'll find out later."

After saying this in a low voice, he pulled Dumbledore's hand away and said loudly: "Ah, Principal Dumbledore."

After saying this, he quickly walked to the right.

Everyone who heard his words, including Minister Fudge and Director Crouch, quickly walked towards here.

Of course, those senior officials from the foreign Ministry of Magic also followed closely behind.

A look of pain flashed across Dumbledore's eyes, but soon he put on a gentle smile, and like an old bee flying into the flowers, he began to make ends meet.

"He wasn't going to come, was he?" Abu asked softly, sitting next to Voldemort.

"Yes, Senior Abu, but I need him, don't I?" Voldemort responded with a smile.

After watching Dumbledore's jokes for a while, one hundred thousand wizards had already taken their seats. The oval stadium was slowly enveloped in a mysterious golden light, and it was unknown what purpose it had.

"Can I tell you the rules of Quidditch?" Abu said again, "I remember you didn't like this sport very much before."

"I don't like it now, but I understand the rules." Voldemort curled his lips.

He likes football more than Quidditch, but he doesn't watch it as much as before.

"That's your favorite brand of clothing and they advertise it here."

Abu then pointed to a blackboard not far away. The text flashing on it was an advertisement for Fengya wizard uniforms.

"I think I contributed a lot of money to them, haha." Voldemort said with a smile, then glanced left and right and said, "Bella hasn't arrived yet?"

"I heard Malfoy say she would be later," Abu said.

"Later?" Voldemort looked at Abu doubtfully.

"I don't know anything, really." Abu said immediately.

His words made Voldemort roll his eyes. This was too self-inflicted.

"Okay, she's making Horcruxes." Abu said, spreading his hands.

"Horcrux?" Voldemort asked in surprise, "What did she do by making that thing?"

Voldemort has not yet found the method of immortality, but what he is sure of is that Horcruxes cannot guarantee immortality.

"She wants to be like you, can't you see?" Abu asked doubtfully.

"Uh~"

Voldemort blinked, looked away from Abu's face, looked at Ludo Bagman, and asked, "When did you know that she was going to make a Horcrux?"

His voice was a little cold, which made Abu squirm his butt uncomfortably.

"Before departure, she asked us not to tell you because you once told her..."

"Okay, I understand." Voldemort waved his hand coldly, "Let's watch the game, it's about to begin."

Abu swallowed and reluctantly stopped talking.

Voldemort on the side was still frowning dissatisfied.

Of course he didn't want Bella to take that road, because he knew how unreliable that road was.

But this crazy woman was determined to do it, otherwise there would be no need to choose a time when it was difficult for him to escape.

"Forget it, let her be." Voldemort murmured, looking at Ludo Bagman who picked up the wand.

"The sound is loud."

The sports director first cast a spell on himself, and then said loudly:

"Ladies and gentlemen...welcome! Welcome to watch the 422nd Quidditch World Cup!"