Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

Quidditch World Cup pitch.

"Voldemort, you are indeed back."

The loud voice was stiff and cold, and a figure rose from the VIP seat.

It was Barty Crouch, who rode a broomstick and came to Voldemort with righteousness.

At first, Voldemort looked at him with amusement.

Because he knows that this person is his backbone, because he knows that this person will come out to "perform".

But slowly, Voldemort put away the amusement in his eyes and looked at the other party with a formal look.

All because Barty Crouch's eyes were filled with firm and unyielding power.

The eyes don't deceive.

Barty Crouch told Voldemort through the window of his soul that he had cooperated with him in the past to regain power and to be in a high position.

But now that he has returned to the center of power, he is also ready to "fight" with Voldemort.

"You don't seem to be the Minister of Magic, Mr. Crouch. Shouldn't Fudge come up and talk to me?"

A smile appeared on Voldemort's face, and he decided to give the other party a chance.

Whether you can seize this opportunity depends on the courage and determination of the other party.

He, Voldemort, didn't mind that the Minister of Magic was a tough guy, because that way the sparks of his thoughts could burst out, instead of him having to entertain himself alone.

"If he has the courage, I wouldn't mind stepping aside."

Crouch flicked his broomstick and looked behind him as he swung his body sideways in the air.

The eyes of more than 100,000 people followed him and looked at the British Minister of Magic in the center of the VIP table.

"Ah~"

One person sighs, 100,000 people speak together, enough for the sound to echo throughout the stadium.

One hundred thousand people sighed, just because Minister Fudge had slumped on his chair without any image.

What made him so miserable?

Is it because of the fear of Voldemort?

I'm afraid not.

In fact, from the moment Voldemort appeared, Fudge knew that his position was gone and his political career was over.

As a politician, the end of his political career actually means the death of his life.

There is nothing to love in life, perhaps this is Fudge's mentality at this time.

"It looks like he's not ready yet."

Crouch flicked his broomstick again, faced Voldemort head-on and said, "Are you going to kill someone here, or do something else illegal?"

He asked very restrainedly, without giving Voldemort the feeling of being judged.

But those serious words showed that he would resist to the end.

This made some people in England secretly applaud, but not many dared to speak out clearly.

"Killing, that's not something I like. Director Crouch, let me see your preparations first to see if they are enough to threaten me." Voldemort said with a chuckle.

There was admiration in his eyes, which made Crouch very unhappy.

But he knew that Voldemort's words were actually establishing merit for him.

"Come out, Aurors." Crouch suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart and shouted.

To be honest, Crouch does not possess all the qualities of a good leader.

Because even if he tried his best to roar, all that was conveyed in his voice was sound and determination, without any touching charm.

People who lack charm are not suitable to be the greatest.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

One after another, figures apparated from the crowd of 100,000 people. They had obviously had a simple rehearsal and were divided into four groups to guard the four sides of the lawn.

"There are many of them, but not one who can fly."

Voldemort murmured and flicked his right wand into the sky.

In an instant, green starlight spurted out from his wand, and soon gathered on his head, forming a huge skull.

Then, a large python emerged from the skull's mouth, like a tongue.

Then the skeleton rose higher and higher, shining brightly in a cloud of green smoke, like a new constellation against the dark night sky.

"Oh my God, it's the Dark Mark."

"He's calling Death Eaters, he's calling his followers."

"Will anyone respond? Will anyone really do that?"

People were speculating and discussing, their eyes fixed on the empty lawn.

Then……

"Whoosh."

A figure suddenly appeared there, with long light golden hair that was very eye-catching.

It was Malfoy. He was the first to appear. He was not wearing a hood or mask, and he was standing in the middle of the lawn upright.

"Whoosh."

The second figure appeared, it was Old Nott. He still had a wand in his hand when he appeared, and he didn't know what he was doing before.

"Whoosh."

The third figure, a middle-aged man who looked exactly like Barty Crouch, appeared, and many people made surprised sounds.

"Oh my God, is that Crouch Jr.?"

"It's Crouch Jr. I've seen him, it must be him."

"Didn't you say he is dead? How could this person appear here?"

People were talking a lot, but the appearance of Death Eaters did not stop because of their words.

"Whoosh."

Another figure appeared, and this time more people were surprised.

Even Crouch in the sky widened his eyes in surprise.

Antonin Dolohov, this man should be in Azkaban.

"When..." Crouch looked at Voldemort, "When did you bring him out of Azkaban?"

"It should have been an hour ago. You know, Fudge took away a lot of strikers. I think the defense there will be very empty, so... just let them come out. It will be solved anyway." Voldemort said with a smile.

Crouch opened his mouth.

He wanted to ask why he changed his plan, but thought it was inappropriate at this time, so he kept his mouth shut.

Voldemort didn't care much about him, he just looked down at the Death Eaters who appeared one after another.

This was his deliberate arrangement.

Different from ten years ago, the Death Eaters who appeared at that time all wore hoods and masks, as if they were afraid that others would recognize them.

But his behavior has changed.

He didn't want to build the Death Eaters into a terrifying organization like before.

On the contrary, he wanted to expose the Death Eaters to the sun, walk in front of the public with a good image, and completely subvert the public's perception of them.

Time passed slowly, and more and more figures appeared on the lawn.

They gathered into a square formation and stood there silently, silently supporting their master.

"Whoosh."

Until Wormtail appeared, everyone was finally in place.

Voldemort looked at them with satisfaction, even Snape was among them.

No one is left behind, and no one is timid.

They all stood there with their heads held high and their eyes firmly looking at themselves in the sky.

Under the Dark Mark, the Death Eaters reunited again.

Except for those dead comrades, no one was absent.

"The nostalgic days are about to begin again, Death Eaters, welcome your return."

Voldemort's voice rang out in the silence, echoing throughout the stadium.