Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

The convoy drove to a remote and uninhabited area and did not stop until late at night.

"Just rest here for a while, Mr. Riddle, and then the small airliner will take away all the goods and ship them to England, France, Germany, Italy - there's too much stuff for one country to digest."

Porchis looked relieved, which meant they were in a safe place.

Voldemort nodded and glanced at the soldiers carrying the goods and the small passenger planes that were constantly rising and landing not far away.

"Well done, Porchis, you will get the reward you deserve." Voldemort said.

"It is my honor to be appreciated by you."

He said, following Voldemort's gaze to a place with flickering lights not far away, "It's a village, sir. We need manpower, so we chose this place."

"There won't be any trouble later?" Voldemort asked.

"No, sir, these things cannot be put on the surface. Those people will wipe our butts for us, because if something goes wrong, they will be in bigger trouble."

After saying this, he carefully approached Voldemort's ear and whispered.

"I learned from Sashurin that they had taken away more than 400 tons. We only took a fifth, but they took more."

Voldemort nodded. In his memory, those people finally took away seven to eight hundred tons, or even more. In short, they were more afraid of being exposed.

"There won't be a next time, right?" Voldemort asked Porchis.

"Yes, sir." Porchis said regretfully, "Our actions this time were too big. It is very likely that they themselves will not dare to do it again. After all, there are too many tails left this time..."

Voldemort nodded, but he had no regrets in his heart.

This country has begun to disintegrate, and the benefits I have gained from it are more than this robbery. There is nothing to regret.

What's more, gold worth 7 to 8 billion pounds was snatched in two days. This speed may not be comparable to that of Pirates of the Caribbean.

"Okay, you can take care of this money. There is no need to worry. Make it clean." Voldemort said.

Pochs immediately nodded and said as if he was taking credit: "The path has been found. Those top leagues are the best way to get them done. Sir, everything is settled."

Voldemort was stunned, and he opened his mouth, wanting to say something - refuse, let the football be clean - but it seemed like there was a fishbone stuck in his throat, and he could not speak.

"Sir, do you have any requests?" Pochis asked cautiously, fearing that he was doing something wrong.

"No, Pochs, no, it's just... I want Manchester United, you know." Voldemort lowered his head. After all, he chose silence and let his faith become dirty.

"Oh, yes, sir, I have started negotiations with Edwards. He is interested, but Manchester United has been listed. At the end of May this year, he only owned 17.2% of the shares..."

"Get to the point, Porchis, and don't let these trivial matters bother me." Voldemort waved his hand impatiently.

"Okay sir, what I mean is that the stock market is a problem and I'm solving the problem."

Porchis was silent for a moment and said, "This may require your help. Use your persuasive ability to influence Edwards. If he fully supports it..."

"I won't do that, Pochs, United have to be clean, I need it, it's important to me."

Voldemort was silent again and said, "If that doesn't work, add a clause to the contract. Within ten years, we will invest no less than...20 million in Manchester United every year, and we can increase it later."

Boqisi's eyes widened in surprise. He felt that his boss's proposal was too exaggerated. The highest transfer fee in the past two years was only more than 10 million, not less than 2,000.

If this were done, wouldn't Manchester United become the richest club in football?

While he was surprised, a soldier walked up not far away, and beside him was a girl, which made Voldemort frown.

"Boss," the soldier said to Pochis, "This person is asking for help. She is from a village not far away."

"I'm not." The girl took off her hood, revealing her swollen face, "I was deceived by them. They also deceived many women, all..."

"Stop talking." Voldemort said with a rather cold voice, "Let her leave, soldier, our mission is not to save the world."

The soldier opened his mouth and looked at Bochis again. Seeing that he did not express his position, he sighed helplessly and prepared to take the woman away.

"You can't do this." The girl sat down on the ground and asked, completely ignoring the coldness of the ice and snow on the ground. "You have a gun, you are strong enough, save us, our family will give..."

"Let him leave." Voldemort said angrily, "I don't want to cause trouble, soldier, completing the mission is more important."

He really didn't want to cause trouble. If they took action, the situation would definitely develop in a more serious direction. Instead of doing this, it would be better to help these girls in the future - it was inconvenient at this time.

"Let her go..." Porges felt Voldemort's anger, but before he could finish his words, there was a muffled sound in the distance.

"Bang."

It was the sound of a shotgun, which instantly alerted the entire team. Everyone stopped what they were doing and took out their guns.

"calm."

Voldemort had to stand up and said, and walked towards the place where the gunshots were heard. There was a group of people standing there, many with guns in their hands.

"It's her you want, right? Give it back to you."

Voldemort signaled to the soldier, who hurriedly pushed the person out, but the girl kept coming back and shouted: "They will kill me, save me, please..."

"Bang."

Gunshots rang out again, and the girl's legs were directly interrupted. A shotgun bounced to Voldemort's feet, but he frowned and said nothing.

"Do your own business and stay out of our business."

The villagers came forward with roars, grabbed the girl's hair, and dragged her away regardless of her cries and pleas.

A long trail of blood was left on the snow, stained on the white snow, and glowed strangely under the illumination of the incandescent lamp.

Voldemort stared blankly at the blood on the ground, feeling quite uncomfortable.

This kind of thing happens in every country. Human beings are never as kind as they think, whether they are towards aliens or the same kind.

"call."

Exhaling a breath of cold air, Voldemort waved his hands to get everyone busy. He walked to the car not far away and found a cup of hot chocolate - he seriously suspected that he had been led astray by Old Deng and actually started to like sweets.

"Sir..." Porchis, who was following, spoke, but Voldemort didn't give him a chance.

"Quiet." He said angrily, "I don't want to cause trouble."

Pochis nodded, but looked far away from time to time, which was the direction of the village.

"People do that all the time."

Voldemort suddenly spoke in a low voice, "Plunder, plunder, from nothing to something, from something to more, from more to everything..."

Porchis picked up the hot chocolate and put it to his mouth, looking at his boss in astonishment, not understanding what he meant.

"boss……"

"It's nothing, I just feel uncomfortable."

Voldemort raised his head, looked at Porches, and asked a strange question, "That girl just now, if she wasn't injured, she should be quite pretty, right?"

"Well... it should be good."

"You have a pretty good figure, right?"

"Maybe, but it's too cold and what she's wearing..."

"That's not important, that's a girl, isn't it? But she is a disabled person now. Damn it, at first, I just wanted to change my situation. Sure enough, people are greedy..."

He said angrily, pushed open the car door and stepped into the wind and snow.

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