Hogwarts professor in Marvel

At this moment, Tom Riddle, holding the scepter, was greeted by the admiring gazes of all the wizards.

Compared to the wizard Aurors standing in the back, the pure-blood nobles or senior federal officials standing in the front row.

Either look serious or trembling with fear.

With their status and position, they naturally knew what was going on.

But it is precisely because of this knowledge that they feel uneasy.

They were not too worried when Kamar-Taj appeared.

But when Lockhart's traces appeared, they subconsciously trembled in their hearts.

Even if it's not him, just his student.

But the natural disaster in London at night was enough to alert everyone present.

They have not forgotten the miserable situation of the Death Eaters hiding from each other when Lockhart was around.

Not to mention, they had no idea how many tricks Lockhart, who was always known for his mystery, had behind the scenes.

The pure-blood nobles and high-level leaders present could almost foresee the unrest in the future.

boom!

The scepter was raised slightly and fell heavily to the ground. The crisp sound instantly spread throughout the square.

It was so clear in front of everyone's ears.

At the same time, everyone cleared all distracting thoughts and waited attentively for what would happen next.

"My fellow wizards, everyone has personally experienced the London Calamity."

"I won't say much about the impact it has caused."

Tom Riddle's cold tone awakened everyone's memories of that night.

"It has already happened. There is no point in saying more."

"There's only one thing we have to do next."

"That is to prevent the same disaster from befalling other cities."

Tom Riddle's words made all the wizards present breathe a sigh of relief.

Who doesn’t worry about accountability now?

If you are not careful, you might be ruined.

"Today, we only have one theme."

“That’s Kama Taj!”

"They are the dark wizards who caused the natural disaster in London!"

Tom Riddle's tone became increasingly cold, and all the wizards present became nervous.

"The natural disaster last night is a disgrace to the entire federation."

"All wizards present need to remember this moment."

"This is a provocation from the dark wizard to us!"

"What should we do in the face of such provocation?"

Tom Riddle's words had just fallen.

There was a burst of shouting from below.

"Destroy their laws, kill their bodies, strip their souls, and destroy their spirits!"

"Destroy their laws, kill their bodies, strip their souls, and destroy their spirits!"

"Destroy their laws, kill their bodies, strip their souls, and destroy their spirits!"

"..."

The sound became louder and louder.

There were deafening sounds in the square and a solemn atmosphere everywhere.

A cold curve appeared at the corner of Tom Riddle's mouth.

The pure-blood wizards in the front row felt the fanatical shouts coming from behind.

I suddenly felt a little uneasy.

Because this enthusiasm seems too strong.

It makes people feel that it is not natural, but rather distorted and deliberately created.

But at this moment and here, of course they wouldn't say much, but instead just shouted with all their might.

And he shouted as loudly as he could, as if to prove his loyalty.

Don't be fooled by the fact that his master Voldemort seems to have become much more lenient after becoming His Majesty.

But when it comes to killing someone, he has never been seen to show mercy.

Some traitors, some disobedient wizards, they witnessed with their own eyes the whole process of the other party suffering a fate worse than death.

Resources being taken away and families being destroyed are all child's play.

Losing magical abilities, being cast under a spell, and enduring pain worse than death.

These cruel punishments make talented people shudder.

The deafening shouts gradually faded away.

Tom Riddle also reached out and pressed down, signaling everyone to keep quiet.

Soon, the whole square fell silent.

A large number of wizards stared at Voldemort Tom Riddle on the platform with fanatical eyes.

It seemed that they were willing to start a war for this as long as he gave the order.

"I can understand how everyone feels."

"Like everyone else, I am very angry inside."

"After all, they have bullied me right at my doorstep. If I don't take revenge, I'd be unworthy of being a wizard!"

The voice fell again.

The crowd shouted again.

"If I don't take revenge, I won't be worthy of being a wizard!"

"If I don't take revenge, I won't be worthy of being a wizard!"

"If I don't take revenge, I won't be worthy of being a wizard!"

"..."

Seeing everyone's fanatical and excited expressions, Voldemort nodded.

Wait until the sound slowly subsides again.

Voldemort spoke again, and his murderous voice reached the ears of every wizard.

"I declare that from today on, the entire Federation, all Muggles, and all wizards will do their utmost to encircle and suppress the dark wizards in Kamar-Taj."

"Anyone who covers up for them or collaborates with them is a fellow criminal and must be killed!"

The cold voice spread throughout the square, and all the wizards present raised their wands and shouted at the top of their lungs.

"Must kill!"

"Must kill!"

"Must kill!"

"..."

………………

Night, London.

After Voldemort's speech during the day, it was seen through various channels that all wizards on all continents began to mobilize.

Europe, America, and even Africa began to mobilize powerful wizards to form teams and search for the trace of Kamar-Taj.

Various means have also begun to be used frequently.

Intelligence, divination, prophecy...

It seems that he will not give up until he achieves his goal.

call!call!call!

A cold wind blew across the square, through the buildings, picking up fallen leaves and blowing them far into the sky.

At this moment, in the center of the square, a figure in a black robe was walking leisurely.

The strong wind blew past, but it didn't seem to affect any of his actions at all.

Even the robes didn't seem to be blown.

It was Voldemort, Tom Riddle.

Tom Riddle looked into the distance, looking at the brightly lit city, his eyes full of indifference.

tread!tread!tread!

The sound of crisp footsteps was heard, and Tom Riddle walked away.

As I walked, the figure seemed to gradually fade, become somewhat unreal, and then disappear.

The entire square was empty.

At the same time, Tom Riddle's figure appeared in front of the ruins of Hogwarts.

Looking at the dilapidated Hogwarts Castle, Tom's face showed sarcasm and resentment.

Without hesitation, he walked straight into the dilapidated gate, passed through the barren grass, and entered the ruined castle.

There was dust everywhere, and the stair handles and classroom doors all had some scratches and bite marks.

Tom obviously didn't care, or he already knew it.

He walked up the stairs and kept moving toward the top of the steps.

1st floor, 2nd floor, 3rd floor...

He didn't feel tired and walked straight to the 8th floor, reaching the top of the entire castle.

The location of the principal's office!

Click!Click!Click!

I stretched out my hand and pushed forward, and the door opened with a click.

The environment inside the principal's office is completely different from outside.

If the outside is covered with dust, the inside is clean as new.

There was even a fire burning in the fireplace and a cup of hot coffee on the table.

Tom walked in and sat down very naturally at the table, in the chair where Dumbledore originally sat.

He squinted his eyes and stared at the hot coffee in front of him.

Snapped!

He snapped his fingers gently, and the next moment a house-elf appeared at the table.

"Another cup of coffee, put it opposite."

In response to the master's order, the house-elf's figure flashed, and when he reappeared, he was holding a cup of steaming coffee and placed it on the table.

Voldemort sat on the chair, picked up the coffee and took a sip leisurely.

He spoke softly towards the empty opposite side.

“The coffee is good!”

"It's still adorable that Hogwarts has trained house elves."