Chapter 716 Gentlemen, My Name Is Tom Riddle!

The Dark Lord didn't keep everyone waiting too long. When Anton sensed that the wizards around him were starting to feel a little restless, the gate 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, what comes into view is a huge banquet hall.

The huge windows with patterns of wizards and monsters spliced ​​with colorful colored glass reflect the setting sun outside the left and right windows, dyeing the hall orange red.

Warm sunlight fell on the two long tables in the middle of the hall. Looking up, there were countless candles floating in the air, and the ceiling was invisible.

Anton raised his eyebrows and almost whistled.

show~

This place is simply a replica of the Hogwarts castle hall.

Except that the original four college long tables have become two, the others should not look too familiar.

so……

Does Lao Fu still regard Hogwarts as his home?

Quack quack...

Anton was happy.

If he can't scold Lao Fu later, he will simply write a biography, "My Professor Voldemort", and write about it when the time comes, haha~

As everyone walked in, Anton also discovered the current pattern of Voldemort's strength.

The Death Eaters sat at a long table with other subordinates, and the newcomers sat at a long table with visitors.

Lao Fu's original subordinates were not all Death Eaters. There were too many supporters and believers of the Dark Lord. Only the powerful ones were eligible to be branded with the Dark Mark on their arms by the Dark Lord.

Narcissa Malfoy, Lucius' wife, cannot become a Death Eater.

And Fenrir Greyback, leader of the werewolves, too.

Anton looked over with great interest, most of them were extremely familiar, Bella, Snape, Antonin Dolohov, Mulciber, Evan Rozier, Rodolph Rice Trange...

Most of them are his veterans.

Well, the very hard ones - have been in prison together.

It's very interesting that these cellmates didn't seem to be able to leave the sad place of Azkaban because of the return of the Dark Lord, quack~

and……

Anton squinted his eyes, Professor Snape was right, Peter Pettigrew and Barty Crouch Jr. were not in Azkaban!

Could it be Peter Pettigrew who is lurking in Hogwarts?

Isn't that too bold?

It even slipped back under the eyes of Dumbledore and McGonagall again, fearing that they would die without knowing how to write it.

Not long after, Voldemort walked in.

A tall nose, loose black wizard robes, pale skin, and... short black hair and black eyes with red light shining from time to time!

His body is elegant and tall, his eyes are full of ambition and arrogance, and his eyes are extremely aggressive.

"I think today is a very special day..."

Voldemort spoke slowly, turning his head to look at the candles floating in the sky, as if immersed in some complicated memories, "Sometimes we have the ambition to do something, and we do it with a firm will, and when we look back, But I found myself getting further and further away from that goal.”

"Magic is an extremely beautiful and extremely dangerous thing. If we are not careful, we will lose ourselves and forget what we were like."

"Now, no more, I announce that I, Voldemort, I, Tom Riddle, are officially back!"

"Yes, I am Tom Riddle, this is no longer difficult to say."

"My mother came from the Gaunt family of Salazar Slytherin blood, and my father was a Muggle!"

Boom~

This news caused an uproar, and everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, discussing in low voices.

However, this kind of discussion is destined to be short-lived. Everyone lost their voices and said a few words. Before they could start communicating, the former authority of the Dark Lord returned to their brains, and everyone fell silent.

Voldemort smiled slightly, looking at everyone.

He waved his raised hand slightly, signaling for everyone to relax, "When I was young, I was always worried about my own background, and I was ashamed to say it, and later I hated it deeply, which made me unable to find myself for a while. Under the influence, I once forgot about myself, 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 it was because Voldemort's tone was too modest and calm, the people on the two long tables gradually began to whisper, and seeing that Voldemort was just looking at everyone with a smile, they began to discuss.

On the long table on the left, Bella stood up vigorously, walked to the long table, and bowed deeply to the 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, seemed to be very satisfied with her statement, and made a gesture of lifting up on the seat in a happy mood, "Very good~"

Oh huh~

Everyone else stood up and saluted immediately, and even Anton, who had not officially joined Voldemort's camp, also stood up and saluted together, otherwise it would be too abrupt.

This kind of behavior that can't keep up with eating shit is simply looking for death. No one doubts that Voldemort will not kill people after his resurrection and return.

Never mind Tom or Voldemort, the Dark Lord is still the Dark Lord.

And it seems that the strength has been completely recovered, right?

Tom Riddle looked at everyone happily, "Facing the true self is difficult, but also a joyful thing."

"Here, I want to announce two things!"

Then, 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."

Immediately, everyone's expressions changed, and the whole hall became extremely quiet for a while, so quiet that the crowing of sparrows outside the window became extremely clear.

Tom Riddle carefully observed the expressions of all his subordinates, his expression changed, and he continued, "Of course, the ancestor, as one of the four founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I don't want to go against the will of the ancestor and do that. The kind of thing that takes back Hogwarts Castle and makes the school disappear."

"But I think, as the only blood descendant of Slytherin, the only descendant of the Gaunt family, I enjoy an important seat on the Hogwarts Castle Council."

666!

Anton almost applauded Lao Fu from the bottom, oh my god, how did Lao Fu come up with such a tricky angle, it's simply too interesting.

If Lao Fu really became the school director of Hogwarts, with his influence and the support of Lucius and other pure-blood families, he would have the right to dismiss 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 weren't for the moment of silence from his subordinates just now, Voldemort might have taken advantage of the trend to announce the occupation of Hogwarts - with legal attributes.

But everyone knows that to provoke Dumbledore at this time is simply not worth the candle.

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 mischievously.

Anton looked at Lao Fu curiously. Lao Fu's current state is very interesting. At the soul level, the shadow reflected on the "lake of soul" is the soul image of a "two-headed man".

Two heads - Voldemort and Tom Riddle.

There are countless soul black threads connecting these two heads, as if they are about to fuse together at any time.

That is to say...

In Lao Fu's current situation, in fact, he still hasn't fully recovered to his best condition!

Anton understands this very well. It is not a simple matter to pursue the true self, the unity of one body and two souls.

The incompatibility of the two souls is actually nothing to others, but it may have a great impact on people like Lao Fu who follow the path of "self-magic".

He probably hoped that everyone would call him the name 'Tom Riddle' in his childhood, so as to seek the magical power of a 'real name' to help him fully integrate.

hey~

interesting!

When the conversations of the people below quieted down again, Voldemort continued to talk with a smile on his face.

"Second point!"

"I will face myself in the past, admit that I have Muggle blood, and admit that I have Riddle's surname!"

Voldemort stared carefully at everyone's expressions, "I think this timing is very suitable. In the era when the wizarding world is undergoing great changes, I have both ancient and noble Slytherin blood and Muggle blood, which can let all who join me Take it easy."

"Whether you are a half-breed wizard or a Muggle wizard, I will choose to tolerate you."

As he said that, Voldemort didn't look at other people's expressions anymore. He only needed a feedback about his acceptance level. As long as his words didn't cause people's hearts to be completely scattered, he didn't really care what others thought.

It's a big deal, kill all those with evil intentions, and clean up the team, wouldn't it be fine.

"I will inherit the legacy of the Riddle family..."

Having said that, everyone below was stunned for a moment.

You said that you admit to having Muggle blood, and everyone will regard you as ambitious, and just plan to take the opportunity to win people's hearts. This is the heritage of the Muggle family?

What is there to inherit?

Is there a gold mine or a magical beast farm?

Voldemort seemed to sense everyone's doubts. He turned his head and raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Not only does the Riddle family have a Riddle House in Little Hangleton..."

"There is also a territory overseas."

"Saint Riddle!"

"What!" A wizard in the crowd yelled in alarm. He hurriedly pushed aside the people in front of him and rushed into the aisle, looking at Voldemort excitedly, "Saint...Saint Riddle?"

Voldemort seemed to know this person a long time ago, so he just nodded with a smile, "Yes, Mr. Emmanuel Cullen."

"Merlin's beard!" The sorcerer Karen waved his fist excitedly, turned his head to look at everyone, and patted his chest excitedly, "I, Emmanuel Karen, am the King of St. Minister of Magic!"

Someone in the crowd seemed to know him, and asked suspiciously, "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 gather five people, and all of them are Your home?"

"Yes!" Warlock Karen smiled proudly, "Because there are too few wizards, the International Federation of Wizards even planned to merge our Ministry of Magic with other Ministry of Magic. It was my ancestors who strongly protested that we were born The family has ruled that place for nearly three hundred years!"

He looked at Voldemort in amazement, "When I was young, I heard from my parents that there used to be a Muggle company that ran everything in the entire country, but in the summer of 1943, the family behind that Muggle company disappeared, causing the entire company to be covered by many Muggle companies." The melon power is divided up, and it has been in chaos for more than 50 years."

Voldemort nodded slightly, "Yes, that is the property of the Riddle family. I will take it back, not only to take it back, it will be our new starting point!"

"Muggle population in the hundreds of thousands..."

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, "It's enough for me to select tens of thousands of lucky people and give them the ability to feel magic to serve us."

"Second wizard..."

"I guess it's a nice buffer between Muggles and wizards."

Suddenly, everyone exclaimed.

It seems to feel the arrival of a great era, so wonderful, so full of possibilities!

"So, spread the word, spread the word of my original name, Tom Riddle, and let more people know!"

Voldemort raised his arms excitedly and shouted loudly.

"Starting today, I, restore the name my mother gave me!"

"My lords, my name is Tom Marvolo Riddle!"

I don't know who yelled first, "Tom Riddle!"

Then everyone shouted, "Tom Riddle!" "Tom Riddle!" "Tom Riddle!"

Some crazy believers, oh, for example, Bella and her husband Rodolphus Lestrange, habitually perform the etiquette of going forward Death Eaters.

Kneeling on the ground devoutly.

Immediately, as the atmosphere grew, more and more people knelt down.

In the end, almost all kneeled on the ground.

Everyone knelt down in convincing, their faces were full of fanaticism, and their hands were raised high, cheering the name of the great Dark Lord.

say almost...

It was because there was another person who didn't kneel, standing in the middle of the crowd looked particularly eye-catching.

That is - Anton.

Anton looked at this familiar scene and recalled his crazy believers. He really didn't understand what kind of brain circuit these people had.

If you say you want to worship, just do worship, you kneel like a dick.

Okay, now I'm standing alone, I'm so embarrassed, you know?

Just now he was able to salute with other people, which is nothing. Anyway, most of the wizard etiquette passed down from the ancient pure-blood family is elegant, and following it will not affect the psychology.

Can you make him kneel down?

heh~

Anton looked up, and sure enough, Voldemort had already looked towards him, with a dangerous red light shining in his black eyes, and he looked inexplicably sinister.

The Dark Lord's gaze became more and more cold...