Chapter Five Hundred and Forty-Six Moody Voldemort

Chapter 546 Moody Voldemort

In his understanding and observation, he even saw his own shadow in George Soros. In his opinion, the mutual aid club, the dueling club, is simply a replica of the Death Eaters he established.

When he looked at the information about George Soros, he even seemed to be watching that a more talented self developed in a similar way at Hogwarts.

This gives a mixed look at George Soros.

Voldemort continued to read the rest of the paper, and his eyes almost burst into flames when he read the interview Fred gave.

"I seem to be too nice, I seem to be too nice. Yeah, I haven't killed anyone in years. Maybe I've been gone too long and they've forgotten their fear of me," said Voldemort angrily. " They have forgotten their respect for God, and they will be punished for it."

He read in a cold, sharp voice, "Fred, I think people should remember everything about me, and they should remember me with blood, with fear. People's fear of me starts with your family. Bar."

"Go and call the others." Voldemort said coldly, suppressing his anger.

He continued to read the newspaper with his head down, and when he read the entire magical world and was terrified by the news of his resurrection, his face finally eased a little.

The shops in Diagon Alley are closed, people are afraid to go out, and wizards are panicking and setting magical traps in their homes. The Aurors scurried around and couldn't find any trace.

It seems that not everyone is as ignorant and crazy as Fred.

There was a smile on Voldemort's face, and he said contentedly, "It seems that the rest of the wizarding world has not completely forgotten me, this is a good thing, as long as the Fred family is killed, they will soon remember it again. Get me up."

When he read the expert group's comments on him, he said with a little doubt, "I didn't expect that there are some other people with good knowledge in the magic world besides George Soros."

The Basilisk's body is his own body, and his understanding of himself is of course more accurate and deeper than the evaluation of those expert groups. But just through the aftermath of a battle, so much information can be judged, so that he couldn't help but be shocked by the observation power of the expert group.

When he read that George became the president of the International Conference of Wizards, his brows furrowed slightly and he whispered, "George Soros." This is a trouble he has to face, a trouble that prevents the world from reaching perfection .

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When Voldemort continued to read the gauntlet that George gave him, he laughed wildly.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

His scarlet eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he said coldly, "Do you really think that if you stop me once, you can defeat me again?"

He said in a cruel voice, "That's fine. When I kill him, I can completely shatter people's ridiculous illusions and let them recall my fears and my invincibility again."

When Voldemort raised his head again, his face became extremely gloomy again.

"Didn't you filthy thing obey me," he growled fiercely at the house-elf.

"Master."

The house elf shivered with fright, and immediately knelt on the ground, banging its head against the floor constantly.

He stammered, "Master, you didn't give me orders"

Voldemort had been talking to himself just now, not giving orders directly to him. He wasn't sure whether one of the sentences was speaking to him, and he didn't even dare to ask. He just shivered and kept punishing himself.

There was a look of disgust on Voldemort's face. He looked at the house elf coldly, watching him keep hitting his head against the floor, making a thump, thump, and listening to him stammering for a while. defending himself.

The impatience on Voldemort's face was getting more and more obvious, but the house-elf couldn't see it, his head kept hitting the floor, he didn't dare to lift his head, he just kept begging for mercy.

A dazzling green light spurted out, and all the noise came to an abrupt end.

The kneeling house-elf fell to the side, dead.

It was quiet at last, and Voldemort had a contented smile on his face.

Voldemort sat back in the carved armchair. He leaned back on the chair and waved his wand gently. A bright pattern appeared in front of him, a skeleton spitting out a strange pattern of a snake.

The bright pattern floated in front of him, as if being calcined by an invisible flame, the pattern gradually turned from bright red to pitch black. Trial of love after marriage: a wealthy husband is not easy to mess with

"Hope those idiots don't come running over with their ass bare," Voldemort said in disgust.

Not long after, the air was suddenly filled with the rustling of cloaks.

One after another wizard appeared in the room. The room was not very spacious. The wizards stumbled together and immediately fell into a rolling gourd.

One of the idiots also showed his fancy panties under his cloak and his fluffy thighs.

A dazzling green light flashed, and a Death Eater fell to the ground in astonishment. He was dead.

The others immediately fell to their knees, trembling, and said in a pitiful trembling voice, "Master, Master, we will never dare to betray you, I did nothing, I did nothing, I am not with him"

Those Death Eaters talked and prayed one by one, making a clear line with the dead Death Eaters.

"Enough," said Voldemort in a cold, sharp voice.

"I hate you being late, but when I call you, you must put on your pants." He said with a look of disgust.

The Death Eaters were all stunned. Could it be that the man did not die of betrayal, but died of not wearing pants?

"All stand up," Voldemort said coldly.

The Death Eaters stood up cautiously immediately, and they all lowered their heads, daring not to look at the moody Demon King in front of them.

Several of the Death Eaters even pressed down their cloaks with their hands to avoid exposing their underpants.

Voldemort paced up and down the room, kicking away the dead house-elf.

He said in a cold voice, "I need to know everything about the Fred family."

A hoarse voice said, "Fred Weasley. Arthur Weasley's son. He has a twin brother named Joe. Their family has always been a disgrace to a pure-blood family."

The voice continued, "Arthur Weasley works in the Ministry of Magic's Division for the Prevention of Muggle Substance Abuse, and he's an idiot who likes Muggles, who likes to study Muggle objects."

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