Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

When Voldemort appeared outside the gates of Ilvermorny, the key monitoring office of the Magical Congress of the United States of America sounded a piercing alarm.

"Intrusion alert!" A young wizard wearing thick-rimmed glasses suddenly looked up, the quill in his hand almost falling to the ground. He quickly glanced at the magic monitoring screen floating in mid-air, which displayed red lettering.

[Unauthorized International Transit!]

"A stowaway?" His colleague revealed a mocking smile. "Infiltrating through an illegal key, how bold. Daring to cause trouble in the American magical community, don't they know our monitoring is the strictest?"

"Immediately initiate a level one response!" The office supervisor, a thin, gray-haired middle-aged witch, commanded loudly. Her voice was calm and forceful, instantly suppressing the surrounding commotion. "Track the source! Determine the target's location!"

Under her command, the entire monitoring office instantly entered a highly efficient operating mode. Runes on the magic screen rapidly scrolled, and tracking spells flickered in the air.

"Tracking spell locked!" A wizard shouted, "Target is located on the outskirts of Ilvermorny, coordinates are stable."

Ilvermorny?

Could it be a careless international friend? Or is someone trying to stir up trouble at Ilvermorny while the students are on vacation?

The supervisor frowned slightly: "Contact Ilvermorny's Headmaster Agilbert and tell him to be vigilant. Also, notify the Aurors and have them send someone to handle it."

The Magical Congress's efficiency was very high. In less than two minutes, they dispatched an Auror squad of five, led by Chuck Stan, the Auror who had previously received the Hogwarts teachers and students.

With the help of a key, the Auror squad instantly arrived outside the gates of Ilvermorny. Chuck Stan tightened his collar, the cold air turning his breath into puffs of white mist.

He waved his wand, casting a tracking spell, and couldn't help but curse inwardly.

So damn unlucky!

Everything had been peaceful lately, but of course, when it was his shift, he had to run into a smuggling incident.

Trouble!

It would be fine if they caught the stowaway; he could earn some credit. But if the target escaped, or things got out of hand, he could forget about a peaceful holiday. Those mean superiors in the Congress would definitely be all over him.

Damn stowaway, daring to ruin his Christmas vacation. When he catches him, he'll make sure he experiences the power of the Magical Congress.

But who in their right mind would try to sneak into Ilvermorny? It's one of the most heavily guarded places in the magical world, practically on par with the Magical Congress. And to top it off, the area is filled with Anti-Apparition Charms, so even if they wanted to run, it wouldn't be easy.

"Let's go! The target is still nearby. Prepare for battle, and let's go meet this genius."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chuck saw the gates of Ilvermorny open a crack, and Headmaster Agilbert rushed out in a panic.

"The protective magic on the Horned Serpent wood has been triggered! They're after the Horned Serpent wood! Quick!"

The Horned Serpent wood?

The Auror squad looked incredulous.

What a brazen fellow, actually setting his sights on the Horned Serpent wood. Doesn't he know that area is full of protective magic?!

With those protective spells in place, no one could easily touch even a leaf of the Horned Serpent wood. This foolish thief definitely won't get away.

The group hurried forward, and in the distance, they saw that the once vibrant Horned Serpent wood had been reduced to withered fragments, devoid of any life force, as if the protective magic hadn't worked at all.

A bald wizard in black robes stood where the Horned Serpent wood had been, took a wand from within, and fired an extremely dazzling spell into the sky.

It's over!

Things have blown up; his Christmas vacation is completely ruined!

Chuck's eyes were bloodshot. He raised his wand and let out an angry roar: "Stop! Put down what's in your hand, you thief!"

Just as Chuck was about to cast a spell, a firm hand reached out and forcibly stopped him.

"Calm down!" Headmaster Agilbert said in a deep voice, his tone filled with unquestionable authority. He held his wand, his eyes fixed on the black-robed wizard, beads of sweat forming on his forehead from the tension.

Whether it was the protective magic that had been utterly useless, or the spell that had just soared into the sky, both were repeatedly telling him one thing: the bald wizard before them was very strong, and they were likely no match for him.

Moreover, the man's appearance was somewhat familiar, increasingly resembling the Dark Lord that Dumbledore had described to him before.

"Contact the Magical Congress and have them send reinforcements, quickly!"

Agilbert first instructed Chuck, then stared at the bald wizard and said coldly, "Are you Voldemort from England?"

Voldemort?

Chuck was stunned. He had heard the name, the great villain from England, the second-generation Dark Lord, who had wreaked havoc in England for many years.

Because of this person, International Confederation of Wizards Dumbledore even lost his position.

However, hadn't the British Ministry of Magic always claimed that this person was dead? Could he really have been resurrected?

Although Chuck wasn't sure how strong Voldemort was, he was someone who had given the British magical world a headache, clearly not someone they could deal with.

Therefore, he didn't dare to delay and quickly took out his magic phone, frantically calling for backup.

Voldemort ignored Chuck's actions. He looked at Agilbert with scarlet eyes and smiled slightly.

"I'm in a good mood right now, so I won't dwell on your title issue. However, you'd better call me Dark Lord."

"Dark Lord, please put down the wand in your hand. It doesn't belong to you."

"Oh?" Voldemort's lips curled into a sneer. "Are you talking about this Horned Serpent wand? As a descendant of Slytherin, there is no one in this world more suited to wield it than me."

"It was stolen by a petty thief. Now, I'm just bringing it home. Headmaster, perhaps you should check your magical history."

"I know your magical history is definitely thin, but I believe there should still be records of this kind of event."

Agilbert's heart sank. He had read Ilvermorny's school history and knew that the Horned Serpent wand was Slytherin's wand, stolen by the founder Isolt from her aunt Gormlaith Gaunt.

However, Gormlaith Gaunt was the murderer who killed Isolt's parents, simply because Isolt's parents were friendly with Muggles. To prevent Isolt from going astray, Gormlaith personally educated Isolt and forbade her from attending Hogwarts.

It wasn't until Isolt was 17 years old that she mustered the courage to steal Gormlaith's wand and flee to the North American continent.

Thinking of this, Agilbert retorted in a deep voice: "That wand is a trophy from our school founder's path of revenge, and the current ownership belongs to Ilvermorny."

As he spoke, a large number of Aurors arrived and surrounded Voldemort.

"Dark Lord," the Director of the Auror Office said, "put down the wand, or you'll stay here."

"Oh?" A bloodthirsty glint flashed in Voldemort's eyes. He said softly, "Some people always mistake my kindness for weakness."

"Since that's the case, then use your lives to herald my return."

"Avada Kedavra!"