Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

"My dear Cornelius Fudge, I heard that you went around telling others that I was dead?"

Voldemort stepped out of the darkness, and his cold gaze cut on Fudge's body like a knife. Fudge was so frightened that he almost lost his balance and fell to the ground.

At this time, Fudge really wanted to slap himself a few times.

At the same time, the tall "Ms. Maxim"'s body was also changing. Now there was no need to disguise herself. Little Barty knew in her heart that her identity was already known to Dumbledore and others. What's more, even the Dark Lord himself has shown up, so why should he be secretive?

"God, You-Know-Who and Death Eaters...Dumbledore..."

The distinguished Minister of Magic seemed like a frightened piglet at this moment, whiningly calling Dumbledore's name.

It’s just that Voldemort didn’t seem to take Dumbledore seriously:

"You should respectfully call me, Lord Dark Lord!"

His eyes swept across the entire auditorium. In an instant, there was a complete commotion here. The little wizards were all scared to death, screaming and not knowing what to do. Many of them were so frightened that they got under the dining table. , as if Voldemort couldn't see them.

McGonagall and the other four deans rushed to the students of their own colleges the moment Voldemort appeared, making vigilant gestures towards the ferocious snake like a female leopard guarding her cubs.

Of course, Voldemort paid them no mind.

"Quiet!" Dumbledore put the Elder Wand against his neck, and let out a loud and soothing sound wave in his throat, which immediately calmed everyone down.

"You're scaring the kids, Tom."

Dumbledore's voice was calm, as if he was not talking to a demon king, but to one of his own students, as loving and gentle as possible.

The usual Voldemort might not have done this, but the current Voldemort seemed to be a little bit like he was when he was in school, pretending to be polite to Dumbledore in front of so many people.

"Call me Voldemort, Professor. You know I don't like that name very much. It's a bit too common." Voldemort looked at Cyrus and smiled, "I'm not the only one who thinks this way, right? Cyrus?”

"But I don't think your new name is that good."

With a few words, he focused on Cyrus again. In other words, a person as powerful as Voldemort can easily gather everyone's attention no matter what he says.

Magic is both violence and public opinion!

It makes people obey!

But the premise is that others don't have the same power.

At this moment, in response to Voldemort's provocation, Cyrus, who was sitting in his seat, just smiled and said the most sarcastic words in the most enthusiastic manner:

"It's really not as perfect as your name."

Cyrus sneered: "Voldemort, stealing death is wonderful, isn't it? Such a name not only shows your nature of being greedy for life and afraid of death, but also vividly depicts the appearance of petty theft."

He stood up and walked across the dining table to Voldemort. His red-gold eyes met Voldemort's cold, snake-like eyes. He was aggressive and looked at Voldemort with sadness on his face.

"Tell me, my defeated general, you are so afraid of death, how can you dare to appear in front of me?"

Everyone who saw this scene was shocked.

Although they had long heard that Cyrus had defeated the mysterious man, they never saw the battle with their own eyes. At this moment, Cyrus actually used words to ridicule Voldemort in front of so many people, which made them feel both ridiculous and scared.

Voldemort didn't seem to expect that Cyrus would use such an answer to attack him. He didn't know how to respond for a moment, but he was not too angry. After a few seconds, he replied:

"I wish you could be as quiet as your name. You talk a lot more today than you did in the Department of Mysteries. Why, was it Dumbledore who gave you the courage?" Voldemort mocked.

He reversed his disadvantage with just one sentence, which sounded like he was saying - without Dumbledore around, Cyrus wouldn't even dare to say a word.

However, Cyrus was indeed very aggressive today, reminding Voldemort of Harry Potter, who had a tougher mouth than anything else. Even if that kid was on the verge of death, he would still choke him twice.

Speaking of Harry, Voldemort's eyes searched the crowd without leaving any trace.

Soon he found his mark at the Gryffindor table.

Harry noticed his gaze, as if he was worried about something, and immediately avoided his gaze.

Such a simple little action immediately made Voldemort understand. He knew that he had guessed correctly. The ownership of the Elder Wand did belong to this Harry Potter, otherwise he would never dodge given his character.

Voldemort was almost eager to get back what was his!

But just as this thought came to his mind, a strong voice came from behind him:

"You-Know-Who, and the Death Eaters, put down your wands and surrender immediately!"

He turned his head and saw a dozen Aurors holding wands, surrounding him from all corners of the auditorium. The wands in their hands were all ready to go, pointing at Voldemort's heart. The leader Voldemort also knew, Rufus. Scrimgeour, a tough Auror.

"All the Aurors are already on the way, you have nowhere to escape!" Scrimgeour lame one leg, but remained strong.

only……

"escape?"

Voldemort seemed to have heard a funny joke, tilting his head and almost laughed out loud: "It seems that I have been away for so long that you have all forgotten my terror."

He seemed to be about to demonstrate his magic power in person at the next moment, but in fact he didn't. It wasn't worth it for these trash and trash fish.

The ones who really took on the fighting stance were the Death Eaters!

Dozens of Death Eaters gathered around Voldemort drew out their wands at the same time, as solid as a black wall!

During this brief period of time in France, Voldemort had apparently absorbed some fresh black blood for the Death Eaters. Only a small part of these people are original Death Eaters, and more are French wizards.

"Stay away, sir!" Barty Crouch Jr. warned with a sneer. He looked equally handsome, but unfortunately his heart was as evil as the devil.

The two parties reached a stalemate.

At this time, Babajide, the vice president of the International Federation of Wizards, frowned and shouted in this tense atmosphere.

"Voldemort," he walked out of the crowd. There seemed to be a lot of magic power in his old body.

He walked vigorously in front of the Death Eaters and looked directly into Voldemort's eyes through them. This move obviously annoyed the Death Eaters. Some were already preparing to attack, and sparks appeared from the front of the wand. However, Voldemort just waved his arm slightly, causing the wand to misfire.

"Don't get excited, friends, remember, we should respect the old and love the young." Voldemort looked like he had forgotten that he was actually quite old.