Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

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Voldemort's fingertips tapped slowly and powerfully on the table, a seemingly casual action that silently betrayed his inner anxiety and impatience.

The dull and rhythmic tapping echoed in the room, each tap like an invisible hammer, striking the hearts of the Death Eaters and sending chills down their spines.

No one dared to speak, and Riddle Manor was shrouded in a suffocating silence.

Voldemort's face was hidden in the shadows, his scarlet eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a dangerous chill.

He slowly scanned the Death Eaters in front of him and spoke coldly.

"Tell me, what are your casualties in the confrontation with the Saints?"

His voice was low and devoid of emotion, but it was this monotonous tone that made everyone present tense.

The Death Eaters swallowed subconsciously, no one willing to be the first to speak, for fear of angering him with a single wrong word.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, his gaze wandering among the crowd, eventually landing on a figure on the left.

"Yaxley, tell me about the situation in America first."

Yaxley sat up straight, his hands placed neatly on his knees, and his voice was respectful.

"Master, please punish me.

The Saints came too suddenly, and before we could react, we were met with their thunderous offensive.

The goblin treasures that were obtained... were all looted."

"The only fortunate thing is that those Saints did not kill us.

They only drove us out of Gringotts and stopped."

Voldemort raised his eyebrows slightly, finally showing a trace of reaction.

"So, your men are all alive?"

"Yes, Master."

Yaxley lowered his head, his voice becoming smaller, "Almost everyone followed me back to England."

Voldemort pondered for a moment and nodded slowly.

The Saints' actions were so decisive, but they did not kill at the last moment.

It seemed that Grindelwald was still wary of him and did not intend to completely tear apart his relationship with him.

It was good that there were no casualties.

As long as these fighting forces were still there, they could eventually regroup and make a comeback.

"Lucius," Voldemort's gaze turned to a figure on the right, "How is the situation in France?"

"Master," Lucius did not dare to neglect, leaning forward slightly and said cautiously, "The situation in France is similar to that in America.

The Saints acted quickly, and we were forced to retreat before we could mount an effective counterattack."

"The goblin treasures also fell into their hands.

But in terms of personnel, there were almost no losses."

Voldemort's expression remained unchanged, he just nodded coldly and turned his gaze to the other Death Eaters.

Seeing that the Dark Lord had no intention of pursuing the matter, the Death Eaters breathed a sigh of relief, so the others no longer waited and began to actively report on the situation in various countries.

Among the many Death Eaters, one person kept his head down, out of tune with the others.

Voldemort quickly noticed him.

"Karkaroff."

His tone was unhurried but conveyed an unquestionable majesty.

"What are you doing with your head down?

Tell me about the situation in Austria."

Karkaroff's body shook violently, like a mouse being targeted by a poisonous snake, cold sweat instantly soaking his back.

He forcibly endured the fear in his heart and stammered: "M-Master......"

Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly, patiently waiting for his answer.

Karkaroff swallowed hard, his voice as dry as dried bark: "After the last meeting, I followed your orders and went to Africa and Asia to investigate those who were impersonating us.

It's just... I had just arrived in Egypt and had not been able to take action when I received news that Gringotts in Austria had been attacked."

"And then?" Voldemort's voice did not fluctuate.

Karkaroff's fingers trembled slightly, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes: "When I rushed back to Austria, Gringotts had completely fallen... My men..."

"Only twenty or so subordinates escaped, and the fate of the others is unknown."

Karkaroff lowered his head deeply, just howling in his heart.

Too unlucky!

Compared to others, his performance was too bad.

Those Saints were very gentle to other people, but when they got to him, they struck hard.

Why?!

Karkaroff had obviously forgotten that Austria was no ordinary place.

It was Grindelwald's base camp, and most of the Saints there had graduated from Durmstrang.

It was just that Karkaroff had only been the headmaster of Durmstrang for about ten years and did not recognize those people.

The Saints could not stand his actions of smearing Durmstrang and had long wanted to teach him a lesson, so they took this opportunity to knock all the newly joined members unconscious, using this method to make Karkaroff be reprimanded in front of Voldemort.

If Sebastian hadn't wanted to keep Karkaroff and prepare to arrange for him to continue to shine in Azkaban in the future, Karkaroff would not have been able to return alive at all.

In fact, it was not just Karkaroff's subordinates who had problems.

The subordinates that Yaxley and other Death Eaters brought back from various countries were also not clean.

At least half of them were Saints who had planted undercover agents, and the rest were truly members recruited by the Death Eaters from various countries.

Unlike the Death Eaters, the Saints were full of talents and did not lack manpower.

Even if they spared these undercover agents, they still had enough power to stand on the stage openly and then, according to Sebastian's established plan, completely drive the Death Eaters and their newly incorporated forces back to England.

It can be said that from the beginning of this contest, the Death Eaters had already lost.

To be honest, Sebastian had been coveting the new members that the Death Eaters had frantically recruited in the underground magic markets of various countries for a long time.

For the Ministry of Magic in various countries, these people were the root of the turmoil, and they had to spend a lot of energy to maintain the stability of the wizarding world.

But in Sebastian's eyes, these people were the most high-quality labor force.

Not only could they work, but they didn't even need to be paid.

It was just that Sebastian's identity made it inconvenient for him to overstep his authority, and he had no reason to arrest criminals from other countries and put them in Azkaban in England.

Now it was good, these people had all come to the British wizarding world, and Sebastian only needed to wait for the opportunity, and after Voldemort's defeat, he could justifiably take these people into Azkaban and let them become glorious laborers.

At that time, the magic world of various countries would gain stability, Sebastian would gain cheap labor, and these "laborers" would also be able to transform themselves through labor reform and start a new life.

It can be said that everyone has a bright future.

Karkaroff's situation naturally aroused Voldemort's dissatisfaction, and he stared at Karkaroff, the chill in his eyes growing stronger.

Just then, Lucius suddenly said: "Master, compared to Karkaroff, I have a more serious situation that you need to know."

"The people brought back from abroad are all arranged in various manors under the Malfoy name.

The servants in the manor reported to me that those foreigners were in low spirits and showed signs of fleeing."

"Master, what should we do?"