The Dark Lord did not keep everyone waiting for too long. When Anton felt that the mood of the wizards around him began to become a little restless, the door of Azkaban Castle slowly opened.
Crunch~~
Under the huge vault, the thick door panel slowly opened, and the heavy feeling seemed to affect everyone's emotions, and the expressions of every wizard began to become solemn.
After entering through the gate, you will see a huge banquet hall.
The huge windows with colored glass spliced into patterns of wizards and monsters reflected the setting sun outside the left and right windows, dyeing the hall orange.
Warm sunlight shines on the two long tables in the middle of the hall. Looking up, you can see countless candles floating in mid-air and an invisible ceiling.
Anton raised his eyebrows and almost whistled.
Show~
This place is simply a replica of the lobby of Hogwarts Castle.
Except that the original four long desks have been replaced by two, the rest should not look too familiar.
so……
Does Lao Fu still regard Hogwarts as his home?
Quack, quack…
Anton was happy.
If he can no longer scold Lao Fu in the future, he will simply write a biography, "My Professor Voldemort", and then write about this incident, haha~
As everyone walked in, Anton also discovered the current pattern of Voldemort's strength.
The Death Eaters sat at a long table with the other followers, and the new recruits sat at a long table with the visitors.
Not all of Lao Fu's original subordinates were Death Eaters. There were too many supporters and believers of the Dark Lord. Only the powerful ones were qualified to be branded with the Dark Mark on their arms by the Dark Lord.
For example, Lucius's wife Narcissa Malfoy could not become a Death Eater.
Nor can the werewolf leader Fenrir Greyback.
Anton looked over with interest, most of them looked extremely familiar, Bella, Snape, Antonin Dolohov, Mulciber, Evan Rozier, Rodolphus Rice
Strange...
Most of them are his old friends.
Well, a very tough one - we were in jail together.
What's very interesting is that these cellmates don't seem to be able to escape the sad place of Azkaban because of the return of the Dark Lord, quack quack~
and……
Anton narrowed his eyes. Professor Snape was right. Neither Peter Pettigrew nor Barty Crouch Jr. were in Azkaban!
Could it be that lurking in Hogwarts is Peter Pettigrew?
Isn't that too bold?
It actually slipped back under the noses of Dumbledore and McGonagall, and I was afraid that I would die without knowing how to write about it.
Not long after, Voldemort walked in.
A tall nose, loose black wizard robe, pale skin, and... short black hair and black eyes that flash red from time to time!
His body is elegant and upright, his eyes are shining with ambition and arrogance, and his eyes are extremely aggressive.
"I think today is a very special day..."
Voldemort spoke slowly, turning to look at the candles floating in the sky, as if immersed in some complex memories, "Sometimes we have ambition to do something and do it with firm will. Looking back,
But I found that I was getting further and further away from that goal.”
"Magic is an extremely beautiful and extremely dangerous thing. If we are not careful, we will even lose ourselves and forget what we were like before."
"Now, no more, I declare that I, Voldemort, and I, Tom Riddle, have officially returned!"
"Yes, I am Tom Riddle, this is no longer an unspeakable word."
"My mother comes from the Gaunt family, which has the blood of Salazar Slytherin, and my father is a Muggle!"
Boom~
This news simply caused an uproar. Everyone looked at each other and talked in low voices.
However, this kind of discussion was destined to be short-lived. Everyone lost their voices and said a few words. Before the exchange could begin, the Dark Lord's former authority returned to the brain again, and everyone became quiet.
Voldemort smiled slightly and looked at everyone.
He raised his hand and waved it slightly, signaling everyone to relax, "When I was young, I was always worried about my own origin and was ashamed to speak out. Later, I became deeply disgusted. This led to me not being able to find myself for a time. In the world of black magic,
Under the influence, I forgot myself for a time, deviated from myself, and became irrational.”
"There is nothing that cannot be said. I hope you can help me spread the word. From now on, please call me Tom Marvolo Riddle!"
Perhaps because Voldemort's tone was too gentle and calm, the people at the two long tables gradually began to whisper. Seeing that Voldemort was just looking at everyone with a smile, they started talking.
On the long table on the left, Bella stood up vigorously, walked to the long table, and deeply performed the surrender ceremony of an ancient wizard, "Dear Master, whether you are Voldemort or Tom Riddle, you are
My master!"
Voldemort, oh, should be called Tom Riddle now.
He looked at Bella with a smile, seeming to be very satisfied with her expression. He felt happy and made a gesture of lifting himself up on the seat, "Very good~"
Oh haha~
Everyone else immediately stood up and saluted. Even people like Anton, who had not officially joined Voldemort's camp, also stood up and saluted, otherwise it would have been too abrupt.
This kind of behavior that is too late to catch up is simply courting death. No one doubts that Voldemort will not kill people after he is resurrected.
Regardless of whether you call him Tom or Voldemort, the Dark Lord is still the Dark Lord.
And it seems that his strength has been completely restored, right?
Tom Riddle looked at everyone happily, "Facing the true self is difficult but also enjoyable."
"Here, I want to announce two things!"
As a result, everyone's expressions became serious.
"First of all, as the only descendant of Salazar Slytherin, I think I naturally enjoy the ownership of 'Hogwarts Castle', which is the property of my ancestors."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Suddenly, everyone's expressions changed, and the entire hall became extremely quiet for a while, so quiet that the chirping of the sparrows outside the window became extremely clear.
Tom Riddle carefully observed the expressions of all his men, his expression changed, and he continued, "Of course, as one of the four founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, my ancestors do not want to go against their will and do that.
Something like taking back Hogwarts Castle and making the school disappear."
"But I think, as the only blood descendant of Slytherin and the only descendant of the Gaunt family, I enjoy an important seat on the board of trustees of Hogwarts Castle."
666!
Anton almost applauded Lao Fu from below. Oh my god, how did Lao Fu come up with such a tricky angle? This is so interesting.
If Lao Fu really becomes the school director of Hogwarts, with his influence and the support of Lucius and other pure-blood families, he has the right to remove Principal Dumbledore at any time!
At the same time, a small tail was left behind - he had the natural sovereignty of the castle.
If it hadn't been for the moment of silence among his subordinates just now, Voldemort would probably have announced his occupation of Hogwarts - with legal attributes.
But everyone knows that provoking Dumbledore at this time is simply not worth the gain.
Lao Fu must know that no matter what he plans to do to the wizarding world or the Muggle world, Dumbledore will endure it, as long as he doesn't provoke Dumbledore naughtily.
Anton looked at Lao Fu curiously. Lao Fu's current state was particularly interesting. At the soul level, the shadow reflected on the 'Lake of the Soul' was the soul image of a 'two-headed man'.
Two heads - Lord Voldemort and Tom Riddle.
There are countless black soul threads connecting these two heads, and it seems as if they are about to merge together at any time.
That is to say...
Lao Fu's current situation is actually that he still has not completely recovered to his best condition!
Anton understands this very well. It is not a simple matter to pursue the true self and the unity of one body and two souls.
It doesn't matter to others that the two souls are not in one, but for someone like Lao Fu who takes the path of 'self-magic', it may have a great impact.
He probably hopes that everyone will call him the name "Tom Riddle" when he was a child, in order to seek the magical power of a "real name" to help him completely integrate.
Hey~
interesting!
When the chatter among the people below became quiet again, Voldemort continued to talk with a smile on his face.
"Second point!"
"I will face my past self, admit that I have Muggle blood, and admit that I have Riddle's surname!"
Voldemort stared at everyone's expressions carefully, "I think this time is particularly suitable. In today's era of great changes in the wizarding world, I have both the ancient and noble Slytherin blood and the Muggle blood, so I can let everyone who joins me
People feel relieved.”
"Whether you are a half-blood wizard or a Muggle wizard, I will choose to tolerate you."
As he said that, Voldemort stopped observing other people's expressions. He only needed a general acceptance level of feedback. As long as people's hearts were not completely separated because of what he said, he didn't really care what others thought.
The worst thing is, kill all those with evil intentions and clean up the team, that'll be fine.
"I will inherit the legacy of the Riddle family..."
At this point, the people below were stunned for a moment.
If you say you admit that you have Muggle blood, everyone will think that you are ambitious and intend to take the opportunity to win over people's hearts. Is this the legacy of the Muggle family?
What is there to inherit?
Are there gold mines or magical animal farms?
Voldemort seemed to be able to sense everyone's doubts. He turned his head and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "The Riddle family not only has a Riddle House in Little Hangleton..."
"There is also a territory overseas."
"Saint Riddle!"
"What!" A wizard in the crowd screamed. He hurriedly pushed aside the people in front of him and rushed into the aisle. He looked at Voldemort excitedly, "Saint...Saint Riddle?"
Voldemort seemed to have known this person for a long time, and just nodded with a smile, "Yes, Mr. Emmanuel Cullen."
"Merlin's beard!" The wizard Karen waved his fist excitedly, turned to look at everyone, and beat his chest excitedly, "I, Emmanuel Karen, am the Kingdom of Saint Riddle.
Minister of Magic!"
Someone in the crowd seemed to know him and asked doubtfully, "Oh, Karen, didn't you say that your country with only a few islands has a population of only a few hundred thousand, and the Ministry of Magic can't even get five people, and all of them are
Your home?"
"Yes!" Wizard Cullen smiled proudly, "Because there are too few wizards, the International Federation of Wizards even planned to merge our Ministry of Magic with other ministries of magic. It was my ancestors' strong protest that led to our existence.
The family has ruled that place for nearly three hundred years!”
He looked at Voldemort with some amazement, "When I was a child, I heard from my parents that there used to be a Muggle company that ran everything in the entire country. However, in the summer of 1943, the family behind the Muggle company disappeared, causing the entire company to be destroyed by many Muggle companies.
The melon forces were divided among themselves, and the country has been in chaos for more than fifty years."
Voldemort nodded slightly, "Yes, that is the Riddle family's property. I will take it back. Not only will it be taken back, it will be our new starting point!"
"A Muggle population of hundreds of thousands..."
The corners of his mouth raised slightly, "Enough for me to select tens of thousands of lucky people and give them the ability to feel magic to serve us."
"Sub-wizard..."
"I guess it's a nice buffer between Muggles and wizards."
Suddenly, everyone exclaimed.
It's as if I feel the arrival of a great era, so wonderful and full of possibilities!
"So, spread the word, spread my original name, Tom Riddle, and let more people know it!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Voldemort raised his arms excitedly and shouted loudly.
"From today on, I resume the name my mother gave me!"
"Gentlemen, my name is Tom Marvolo Riddle!"
I don’t know who shouted first, “Tom Riddle!”
So everyone shouted, "Tom Riddle!" "Tom Riddle!" "Tom Riddle!"
Some crazy believers, oh, such as Bella and her husband Rodolphus Lestrange, habitually follow the etiquette of Death Eaters.
He knelt on the ground with a pious expression.
Suddenly, as the atmosphere heightened, more and more people knelt down.
By the end, almost everyone was kneeling on the ground.
Everyone knelt down sincerely, their faces full of enthusiasm, their hands raised high, cheering the name of the great Dark Lord.
Almost...
It's because there is one person who is not kneeling, standing in the middle of the crowd and looking particularly eye-catching.
That is - Anton.
Anton looked at this familiar scene and recalled his crazy believers. He really didn't understand what the brain circuits of these people were.
If you say worship, then worship, just kneel down like a chicken.
Okay, now you stand alone, it’s really embarrassing, you know?
Just now he was able to salute along with the others, which was nothing. Anyway, the wizarding etiquette formulated and passed down by ancient pure-blood families was mostly elegant, and it would not affect his psychology if he followed it.
Do you want him to kneel down?
Ha~
Anton looked up, and sure enough, Voldemort had already looked towards him, with a dangerous red light flashing in his black eyes, looking inexplicably sinister.