Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

Golden light shot out from the VIP seats and shone throughout the stadium.

"Boom~Boom~Boom~"

People cheered rhythmically.

Winners cheer for victory, losers cheer for competition.

When it's all over, people will remember this wonderful game and everyone involved is honored.

When they grow old and have grandchildren, these are precious memories.

Therefore, they all looked excitedly towards the VIP seats, enduring the dazzling light, waiting for the trophy to appear.

However, the first thing that appeared was not the trophy, but a black figure.

He was wearing a form-fitting wizard suit with a waisted waist, and his body slowly floated vertically out of the golden light. His left foot was lightly clasped on the ankle of his right foot, and his posture looked so relaxed and freehand.

"Who is this?"

"Oh my god, is he really not riding a broomstick?"

"What's going on? Is this a special program prepared by England?"

The wizards discussed it a lot, but most of these discussants were foreign wizards.

The native wizards in England were mostly silent and surprised.

Especially Fudge, his fat face trembled, as if he had seen something that frightened him.

Yes.

In England, if a wizard flew without any external objects, no one would be surprised, they would only be scared.

Because of that person, he can fly like this.

And with Director Crouch shouting hoarsely for nearly a year, even if some people don't believe it, who doesn't know that the Dark Lord may be back?

So, at this moment, the person flying out of the golden light is really...

The wizards in England didn't dare to think about it, because even if they didn't think about it, many people would already be trembling in fear.

If at this time, someone like Minister Fudge said, "If anyone dares to be arrogant in front of the wizards of the world, I think the wizards of the world will not mind killing him with one person and one spell."

Then he will be laughed at.

Because at least more than 90% of wizards in England are too scared to hold a wand.

"William, what's wrong with you?"

asked a foreign wizard, shaking his British friend beside him.

"Then...that...that person is back."

William, who had no trace of blood on his face, stumbled and said.

"That person?" His friend asked doubtfully, "Which person?"

"V...V...Black...mysterious man."

After a little effort, William chose the name that was most widely called.

"Mystery man?"

The foreign friend looked puzzled. The name sounded really strange.

But the next moment, shock appeared on his face.

"The Dark Lord?"

He asked his friend loudly with a changed tone.

William shuddered in fright, and all the English wizards near him who heard these words also shuddered as if a switch was pressed at the same time.

"Oh my god, is it the Dark Lord?"

"No way, is he really the mysterious man?"

"Damn it Fudge, Director Crouch is right."

The stadium became noisy again, and the golden light slowly disappeared after the two English wizards who were carrying him dropped the trophy back into the box with trembling hands due to fear.

Finally, the golden light behind the silhouette completely subsided, and Voldemort's figure was clearly visible.

He is in his twenties, has black hair, elegant posture and a gentle smile.

He held the wand in his hand, raised it slightly, and bowed slightly amidst the desperate cries of countless English wizards.

Then, this young man, who looked to be in his twenties, turned around and bowed slightly again.

He did this four times until the last time he faced the VIP seat and looked at Dumbledore who was staring at him there.

At this point, his figure also flew past the Irish players and Irish mascots who were standing in the air, and stood in the center of the stadium.

"Ahem, friends from Scotland, if you don't mind, can you step down first and leave me enough space to speak?"

A clear voice resounded throughout the stadium. Compared with Ludo Bagman's passionate voice, this one was much calmer and peaceful.

"Because I'm not used to people blocking my view when I'm speaking."

Although his voice was calm and peaceful, his words contained a unique domineering air.

"Go quickly."

At a shout from the Irish captain, players and mascots rained down to the ground.

Voldemort was surprised to find that Lin Qi was faster than when he caught the Golden Snitch before.

It seems that this Chaser still has potential that can be tapped.

"Thanks."

Voldemort nodded politely to them. Although the other party was busy descending and did not look back to say you were welcome, Voldemort was very satisfied with their performance.

"In front of fans all over the world, of course, I prefer to call you wizard friends."

Voldemort paused slightly, and opened his hands as if to embrace the whole world.

"My wizard friends, I, Lord Voldemort, am back."

"boom."

The whole stadium exploded.

It's not an explosion with flying stones, but an explosion with huge crowds of people.

I don’t know which English wizard took the lead. Countless people jumped up from their seats and ran frantically towards the passage.

This scene made the condescending Voldemort quite uncomfortable.

He didn't expect to be greeted with applause, which seemed a bit unrealistic.

But these people greeted him with head-to-head gestures, which still made him quite sad.

I miss you so much, don’t you miss me at all?

Not even a trace?

"Whoosh."

The wand was thrown into the sky by Voldemort, and an explosion curse suddenly flew into the sky, followed by a continuous banging sound.

Everyone was frightened by the loud noise and froze in place, except for the cries of the younger children and the cheers of the older children who didn't know what was going on and thought they saw fireworks.

"Stay where you are, wizards, and keep your grace, or I won't mind a few random killing curses."

As Voldemort said, he sent several more green lights into the sky, which frightened more people and paralyzed them to the ground. "My credibility is still guaranteed. I will do what I say. Does anyone want to try it?"

The answer is obviously no. Even people with weak legs are struggling to hold on to the armrests of the chair with their hands to avoid attracting the random death curse due to excessive movements.

"Very well, wizards, you have shown me what bravery is."

Voldemort's words were full of ridicule.

One hundred thousand people were frightened like this by him alone. Is it because his evil reputation is too loud or because these people are too cowardly?

Is it really the right choice to lead such a group of people and break through the [International Secrecy Law]?

The scene before him made Voldemort deep in thought.

Maybe he really went down the wrong path.

At least, if he were one of those 100,000 people, he would be brave enough to take out his wand.

Even if he was faced with a life-killing curse next moment, he would not allow himself to act so cowardly.

"No, there are still people, there must be people who are brave."

Voldemort thought to himself and looked at Dumbledore.

Because he knew that if anyone dared to resist, it would be this old man who dared to hold the entire wizarding world on his shoulders.

However, the reality is somewhat unexpected.

The first person to speak was not Dumbledore, but someone else.

Thanks to classmate Zhang Zidong for the reward. I still owe classmate Zhang Zidong a chapter, classmate Happy Angel a chapter, classmate Qin Bai Chixue, and I should thank everyone for their monthly votes, recommendations, reviews, and rewards in the past two months.