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Chapter 546: Moody Voldemort

In his understanding and observation, he even saw his own shadow in George Soros. In his opinion, the Mutual Aid Society, the Duel Club, was simply a copy of the Death Eaters he had established.

When he looked at the information about George Soros, it was even as if he were watching a more gifted version of himself develop in a similar way at Hogwarts.

This gives George Soros a mixed perception.

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

"I seem too kind, I seem too friendly. yes, I haven't killed in years. Maybe I've disappeared for too long and they've forgotten their fear of me. Voldemort said angrily, "They have forgotten their respect for God, and they will be punished for it." ”

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

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

He continued to look down at the newspaper, his face finally soothed a little as he read the whole wizarding world, terrified at the news of his resurrection.

The shops in Diagon Alley are closed, people are afraid to go out, and wizards are panicking and setting magic traps in their homes. The Aurors scurried around, unable to find any trace.

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

Voldemort smiled and said contentedly, "It seems that the rest of the wizarding world has not completely forgotten me, and that's a good thing, as long as you kill the Fred family, they will soon remember me again." ”

When he read the expert panel's evaluation of him, he said with some confusion, "I didn't expect that in addition to George Soros, there are some other people in the wizarding world who have good knowledge. ”

The body of the basilisk was his own body, and his knowledge of himself was, of course, more accurate and in-depth than the evaluation of those expert groups. But judging so much information from the aftermath of a battle alone that he couldn't help but be horrified by the expert's observations.

When he read that George had become president of the International Council of Wizards, his brow furrowed slightly, and he whispered, "George Soros." "It's a trouble he has to face, a trouble that is holding the world back to perfection.

When Voldemort continued to read the war letter that George had given him, he burst out laughing maniacally.

"Hahahaha!"

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

"That's fine," he said in a cruel voice, "that when I kill him, I will shatter people's ridiculous fantasies and make them recall my fears and my invincibility." ”

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

"Didn't you filthy thing obey my orders. He snarled fiercely at the house-elf.

"Lord... Person... Person.... ”

The house-elf trembled with fright, and immediately fell to his knees, his head pounding against the floor.

He stammered, "Lord... Master... You didn't give me orders..."

Just now, Voldemort had been talking to himself, and he had not given orders directly to him. He wasn't sure if one of them was speaking to him, and he didn't dare to ask, just trembling and punishing himself.

Voldemort had a look of disgust on his face, and he looked coldly at the house-elf, watching him keep banging his head against the floor, making a thumping sound, and listening to him stammering in defense of himself.

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

A dazzling green light erupted, and everything was noisy and all the noise came to an abrupt end.

The house-elf, kneeling on the ground, fell to the side and died.

Silence finally fell silent, and Voldemort smiled contentedly.

Voldemort sat back in the carved armchair, his back resting in the chair, his wand waving slightly, a bright pattern appearing in front of him, a skeleton spitting out a strange pattern of a snake from its mouth.

The bright pattern floated in front of him, as if it had been calcined by an invisible flame, and the pattern gradually changed from bright red to pitch black.

"I hope those stupid people won't just run over with their bare butts. Voldemort said in a disgusted voice.

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

One wizard after another appeared in the room, and there was not much space in the room, and the wizards stumbled together, and immediately fell into a rolling gourd.

One of the fools also showed his fancy bottoms under his cape and plush thighs.

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

Immediately the others fell to their knees, trembling, and said in a pitiful voice, "Lord... Man, Lord... People, we will never dare to betray you, what am I ... I didn't do anything... I'm not in the same league as him..."

One by one, the Death Eaters were talking and pleading, drawing a line with the dead Death Eaters.

"Enough," Voldemort said in a cold, high-pitched voice.

"I hate that you're late, but when I summon you, you must wear your pants. He said with a look of disgust.

The Death Eaters were stunned, could it be that the man had died not of betrayal, but of not wearing pants?

"Stand up," Voldemort said coldly.

The Death Eaters immediately stood up cautiously, their heads bowed, not daring to look at the moody demon king in front of them.

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

Voldemort paced back and forth in the room, kicking away the house-elf's corpse.

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

A hoarse voice said, "Fred Weasley, the son of Arthur Weasley, he has a twin brother named Joe. Their family has always been a disgrace to the pure-blood family. ”

The voice continued, "Arthur Weasley works in the Division for the Prevention of Misuse of Muggle Items at the Ministry of Magic, and he is an idiot who loves Muggles and studies Muggle items. ”

(To be continued.) Mobile phone users, please browse and read, a better reading experience.