"My dear Cornelius Fudge, I heard you go around telling people that I'm dead?"

Voldemort stepped out of the darkness, his cold gaze slicing at Fudge's body like a knife, so frightened that Fudge almost didn't stand still and fell to the ground.

At this time, how much Fudge wanted to smoke himself with a few big ear scrapers.

At the same time, the posture of the tall "Madame Maxim" is also changing, and there is no need to disguise it now

Hogwarts: Suffered, I'm Voldemort Chapter 55: Cyrus: The plan can begin, Severus is hitting the hand, please wait a moment,

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