Chapter 546： Voldemort the moody

Chapter 546 Moody Voldemort

In his understanding and observation, he even saw his own shadow on George Soros. In his opinion, mutual aid clubs and duel clubs are 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 complicated perception of George Soros.

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

"I seem to be too kind, I seem to be too friendly. Yeah, I haven't killed anyone in years. Maybe I disappeared for too long and they have forgotten their fear of me." Voldemort said angrily. " They have forgotten 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, they should remember me with blood and fear. People's fear of me begins with your family. Right."

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

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

The shops in Diagon Alley were closed, and people were afraid to go out. The wizards were anxious and set up magic traps in their homes. The Aurors ran around, unable to find any traces.

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

With a smile on Voldemort's face, he said contentedly, "It seems that other people in the magical world have not completely forgotten me. This is a good thing. As long as you kill the Fred family, they will remember me again soon. Kick me up."

When he read the comments made by the panel of experts, he said with some confusion, "I didn't expect that in addition to George Soros, there are other people with good knowledge in the magical world."

The body of the basilisk is his own body. Of course, his understanding of himself is more accurate and more in-depth than the evaluation of those experts. But just through the aftermath of a battle, so much information can be judged, and he can't help being shocked by the observation power of the expert group.

When he read that George became the chairman of the International Union of Wizards, his brows frowned slightly and he said softly, "George Soros." This was a trouble he had to face, a trouble that prevented the world from moving towards perfection. . Please Huan (GL)

When Voldemort continued to read the war book George had given him, he laughed wildly.

"Hahahaha!"

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

He said in a cruel voice, "That's good. When I kill him, I can completely 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.

"Did you filthy thing obey my orders?" He snarled viciously at the house elf.

"Master."

The house elf shivered with fright, and immediately knelt on the ground, bumping his head on the floor non-stop.

He stammered, "Master, you didn't give me an order"

Voldemort had been talking to himself just now, and hadn't directly ordered him. He wasn't sure, whether one of those sentences was talking to him, he didn't even dare to ask, just shivering and punishing himself constantly.

There was a look of disgust on Voldemort's face. He looked at the house elf coldly, watched him keep hitting the floor with his head, making a bang, bang, and listened to him stammering. Defended 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, but kept begging for mercy.

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

The house elf who was kneeling on the ground fell aside and died.

It was finally quiet, and a satisfied smile appeared on Voldemort's face.

Voldemort sat back in the carved armchair. He leaned back on the chair, waving his wand lightly, and a bright pattern appeared in front of him, and a strange pattern of a snake was spit out from a skull.

The bright pattern floating in front of him, as if being burned by an invisible flame, the pattern gradually changed from bright red to pitch black. Try love after marriage: rich husband is not easy to mess with

"I hope those idiots won't just run over naked." Voldemort said in a disgusting voice.

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

One wizard after another appeared in the room. There was not much room in the room. The wizards staggered and squeezed together and immediately fell into a ground gourd.

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

A dazzling green light flashed, and a Death Eater fell to the ground with a look of astonishment, and he was dead.

The other people knelt to the ground immediately, shivering, and trembling in a pitiful voice, saying, "Master, Master, we absolutely dare not betray you, I have nothing to do with me. I am not a gang with him."

Those Death Eaters were talking and begging one by one, drawing a clear line from the dead Death Eaters.

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

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

The Death Eaters all looked stunned Didn’t that person die of betrayal, but of not wearing pants?

"All stand up," Voldemort said coldly.

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

Several of the Death Eaters pressed their cloaks firmly with both hands to avoid exposing their underwear.

Voldemort paced back and forth in the room, kicking away the corpse of the house elf.

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

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

The voice continued, "Arthur Weasley works in the Muggle Abuse Prevention Department of the Ministry of Magic. He is an idiot who loves Muggles and studies Muggle items."

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