635 I really want to take apart my dear professors head.
Voldemort was obviously not in good condition, and the loose clothes still couldn't hide the collapse of his left shoulder.
Not to mention the empty left sleeve hanging down.
Anton stood in the crowd. He didn't know what his brain was thinking, but there was a sentence echoing in his mind.
Guo'er, Guo'er, is that you?
Oh~~
Although it was not good to think this way, he still couldn't help but have a daydream.
He found that since he merged with the soul of his previous life and was no longer "one body with two souls", his whole mind has become more flexible.
Oh, or rather, it’s more or less a little bit different.
Lao Fu was so powerful that when he was speaking, these so-called experts and masters did not even dare to move.
Only Lao Fu in the entire wizarding world has such a deterrent effect, even if Grindelwald and Dumbledore come, because these two are still reasonable.
Lao Fuk was unreasonable. When he was wreaking havoc in the magical world, he even shot a death curse after hearing something unpleasant.
Minister Fudge's complexion turned pale. As the saying goes, it rained all night. Just now, he was worried about the attack on Hogsmeade by the "sub-wizard mercenary army".
If this kind of thing happens while in office, if a person fails to handle it well and triggers protests, he will definitely be removed from office. The key is that it involves the 'sub-wizard who decides the future pattern',
There was no way he would be given the chance to handle the three extremely sensitive topics of 'the increasingly powerful Magical Congress of the United States' and 'mercenaries from Africa'.
As a result, one after another, Voldemort appeared majestically in the courtroom on the tenth floor below the Ministry of Magic building in the presence of so many top wizard-level masters. This is the deepest location in the Ministry of Magic.
Fudge slowly slumped down in his seat, his whole body so weak that he even thought that if he rushed out and stood uprightly on the opposite side of the Dark Lord, maybe all his worries would disappear.
I will gain unprecedented momentum, but it will kill people.
But no one wants to die.
Fudge glanced at Anton in the crowd. The little wizard stared at Voldemort like a curious baby, which made Fudge's heart tremble.
You can't defeat the Dark Lord, so don't jump out now!
Just stay well, and when you become stronger in the future, it will be too late to show off!
When the time comes, based on his relationship with Anton and his past record of showing such cooperation, Anton will definitely elevate himself to the throne of Minister of Magic again.
Anton really never thought about running out to confront Voldemort.
He has no interest in fighting against Voldemort for the change of the wizarding world.
There is no conflict of interest between us.
However, some people don't think so.
Harry Potter!
At this moment, Arthur Weasley was grabbing Harry's shoulders forcefully, even covering Harry's mouth with one hand, and blocking Harry with his tall body.
Fortunately, Voldemort, who was usually obsessed with "killing Harry Potter who was predicted to kill him", did not seem to have this idea when he appeared this time.
He just walked down the stairs slowly, walking step by step towards the trial stand. He didn't stop when he passed Sirius's chair, and continued walking forward. Finally, he came to the trial stand and raised his head with a smile.
beginning.
Everyone's eyes followed his movements, and even when they saw that he was about to speak, they all held their breath, and the quietness in the air could be heard.
"I came to the Ministry of Magic today to consult with you..."
Voldemort chuckled lightly, "I think the Azkaban Island Castle is a good place. It will be mine from now on. Let me ask if the Ministry of Magic agrees?"
Fudge swallowed and pretended to be frightened. Although he was really scared to death, he knew that he must not say anything at this time.
Say you object? Even if you are killed right away!
Say you agree? Haha, that’s great. The wizards present who dare not say a word will definitely blame this matter on themselves afterwards.
Ceding Azkaban Prison is not something a Minister of Magic should do at all. It is more serious than being frightened and being scolded for being incompetent.
Voldemort looked at Fudge panting and almost dying, sneered, and looked at the members of the Wizengamot, "Old Barty Crouch, what do you think? Oh, by the way, your son is now
He's helping me take over Azkaban, hey hey hey..."
Old Barty's face turned pale, he gritted his teeth tightly, clenched his fists in the sleeves of his wizard robe hard, and his neck was covered with veins.
Lao Fu raised his hand gracefully, and his pale arms slipped from the wizard's robe. He pointed his slender fingers one by one, greeting the other person's name as if he were an old friend, and asking if he had any opinions.
He turned to look at the big guys from all over the place sitting at the table, "What about you? Does anyone have any opinions?"
No one spoke, and the courtroom, which was crowded with a large number of wizards, was as quiet as a silent drama.
"Heh~"
Voldemort chuckled lightly, clasped his hands behind his back, shook his head, and walked slowly towards the door of the trial chamber, "Maybe you will go to Dumbledore, then tell him that I will wait in Azkaban from now on."
Come with him."
Seeing him walking towards the door step by step, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't believe that they had survived.
The sound of everyone exhaling gathered together and actually echoed in the courtroom.
Suddenly, everyone looked at each other and closed their mouths again.
Voldemort chuckled lightly, turned around, looked at everyone, and thought for a while, "At the same time, I also welcome those who want to be my allies to come to Azkaban as a guest."
He seemed to be interested in talking and walked slowly around the steps. Every wizard he passed became tense.
"Two years ago I went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It felt so good to be back at my alma mater. I also got addicted to being a professor. It was a very interesting time."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Of course, it is not just interesting. I found my incomplete soul there and completed myself."
"Look, I have become complete. I have regained the mentality of my youth, and I have once again found my original intention for magic and this world."
"During the period of recovering my magic power, I thought a lot about the past, the future of the wizarding world, and the research on black magic..."
"I think Dumbledore is a great wizard who protects peace..."
Voldemort curled his lips with a strange expression, "But what's interesting is that I met Muggles twice. First they were a group of ordinary Muggles, and the second time they were Muggles who had awakened a little bit of magical ability...
..”
"In fact, there is no difference between them at all to me. I killed them all casually."
"But I think they are absolutely terrifying to you weak wizards and the entire weak wizard world."
Lao Fu stopped, raised his head slightly, and exhaled, "Times have changed, and so have I. It has become so just right."
"I think Dumbledore is no longer suitable for this era, isn't he? Instead, he seems to have become an obstacle to the development of the wizarding world, although you actually dare to be angry but dare not speak out."
"The International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy is no longer suitable for this era, isn't it? It is also hindering the development of society."
"I think I need to hear your thoughts on the new era. Maybe you will come to Azkaban to find me with an interesting plan."
"I'll wait for you there."
"Follow me, change the world, and conquer the Muggles."
The corner of Voldemort's mouth raised slightly, and his eyes passed in front of Snape, Lucius and others in the crowd, "I allow you to hide your identity and come to me, I allow you not to be loyal to me, but only seek to join because of benefits.
I allow different opinions."
Everyone was shocked by what Voldemort said, shocked
Changes in Voldemort.
This is······
Going from the Dark Lord to the White Devil?
Is it true that, as he said, he replenished his soul and became rational?
Some older pure-blood family members, even those who followed Voldemort in the pre-Chinese New Year era, felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
The most powerful Dark Lord has appeared!
Yes, full of wisdom, good at planning, forbearing, and powerful, that’s what the original Dark Lord was like!
In this way, he laid out his plans, claimed to establish his own power in Azkaban, and appeared openly in front of everyone.
Such a Dark Lord seems to be even more terrifying.
After Voldemort finished speaking, he seemed to be too lazy to pay attention to these people. That's right. He had just said that these were weak wizards. The only thing he could appreciate was loyalty and being a thug.
It seems that the Dark Lord has not changed.
The rationalized Voldemort wanted to establish power in Azkaban, which made some of the older wizards present recall Grindelwald and his Nurmengard Castle.
Everyone watched the Dark Lord walking towards the door of the trial room. The initial fear and panic was no longer there, and everyone's expressions seemed to be changing.
"Master! Master! Wait!" Peter Pettigrew chased behind him excitedly, pointing in a certain direction behind him, "Harry Potter, Harry Potter, he is right here!"
"oh?"
Voldemort stopped under the door, and the light from outside the door shone in from his side, making his figure become increasingly darker and distorted.
He slowly came back to his senses and said with a smile, "Really?"
"Yes, Master!" Peter Pettigrew excitedly ran to the middle row of seats and pointed in the direction behind Arthur Weasley, as if he wanted to take credit, "right here!"
Lao Fu glanced at Peter Pettigrew with a careless smile, filled with disgust and a sharp edge, as if he planned to kill this troublesome guy.
Anton raised his eyebrows in the crowd and looked at Voldemort with a smile.
The injury Dumbledore caused to Voldemort before was obviously not as simple as a broken shoulder, otherwise it would be impossible for him to still be unable to recover now.
Lao Fu's current state is really interesting.
One of Anton's eyes turned into a colorful vortex, and the other turned into azure blue. He stared at Lao Fu's figure. The mana state of Lao Fu's soul that could be mapped forward turned into the normal complete color block of the wizard, but in the soul
On one level, he seemed to be becoming torn.
It becomes a bit like what I used to be - two souls in one body connected by the black thread of the soul.
So, Lao Fu couldn’t completely swallow the soul of ‘Tom Riddle’s Diary’?
Or is it because of the Horcrux that it ended up like this?
This is so interesting.
Anton is not too familiar with two souls in one body.
Although in the five categories of 'memory, emotion, will' and even the 'trace, time' of the self elements that Fiennes and Snape helped him supplement, Voldemort is the only one.
But after all, it is "one body, two souls". Two souls reside in the same body, but there will be two 'ways of thinking'!
Haha~
I went from Anthony Weasley and Anton to the complete Anton.
Old Voldemort moved from Voldemort to the split between Voldemort and Tom Riddle.
And he actually chose to think mainly in the way of 'Tom Riddle'.
Anton licked his lips and rubbed the wand in his hand.
I really want to open up my dear professor’s head and study his soul...