Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"Then my dear colleagues." Tiera asked with a smile, "Now you should know how to urge the stubborn people across Europe... Oh, no, it should be the small units of power from all over Europe that have moved to the UK. Bar?"

"After all, this is not my power." Tiera said with a smile, "This is your small unit of power. How much power you can obtain in the future depends on this."

Tiera's words set off a wave of enthusiasm among the wizard officials. They all began to think about how to have more people to expand their family's influence and resources.

…

At the same time in Europe, in another space of the Golden Hall in Vienna.

The struggle for power as president of the International Federation of Magic has also entered a fierce stage.

The young Voldemort stood on the stage with the other two candidates, facing thousands of ordinary wizards in the hall. They were about to start today's speech and debate.

Voldemort walked onto the podium, and his tall and lanky figure immediately attracted the attention of the audience. He smiled and nodded around, and everyone could feel the authority and confidence he exuded.

Tom Riddle—

In other words, the young Voldemort was wearing an elegant black wizard's dress today, shining like stars in the dark night under the brightly lit lights of the Golden Hall in Vienna.

"Your fellow wizards, your dear compatriots, look at the faces of these people!"

Voldemort's words were extremely contagious, and the passion of my performance immediately affected the audience. People nodded, some even irritated by my extreme views.

My voice was calm and powerful, and everyone in the room held their breath and listened quietly.

The expressions of the other two candidates suddenly changed—

Voldemort's accusation was a very sympathetic one.

"The new policy claims to achieve the integration of the wizarding world and the Muggle world, but is that really feasible? There are too few similarities between wizards and Muggles. Your lifestyle, values ​​and social structure are all Same. You must accommodate us and give up your tradition and independence, then you will lose yourself and become a subordinate without objection! "

The people on the stage applauded thunderously, and booed one after another. Voldemort's remarks aroused strong emotions in the audience, uniting them into two hostile camps.

Several wizards who shared the same views gave me a look of faith, but I didn't care at all.

"Look at us, look at our faces, that's the face of human traffickers!"

"It's not us who want to sell them to England and sell them out here to be slaves to the demon Tiera!"

This seems to symbolize victory.

"Dear listeners, your hateful and pitiful fellow wizards, thank you for coming."

As he spoke, Voldemort suddenly pointed his finger at the other two candidates placed on my left.

"You not only need to protect your own magical culture and traditions, but also protect your land and resources. The policy of immigration to the UK will bring a huge burden to you. Do you have a home? Do you have to? Let you go begging for a living in other people's territory?"

There was a certain golden olive branch on his head.

Voldemort was smiling, and I was actually handsome and normal despite my young appearance. Just standing like that under the low platform attracted everyone's attention.