A Hogwarts dissertation guide

There was a clang, a clang, and something slipped out of the metal chute normally used to eject coins.

Riddle picked it up. It was a square silver badge that read: Voldemort, occupy the Ministry of Magic.

There is no doubt that this was Sochi's work. He placed a powerful confusion spell on the Ministry of Magic guard, making her mistakenly think that Voldemort was a general public who usually came to the Ministry of Magic to do business.

"Visitors of the Ministry of Magic, you need to go to the security checkpoint to be checked and register your wand. The security checkpoint is located at the end of the main hall."

Riddle sneered and casually pinned the badge on the chest of his robe.

He rubbed his face, controlling his expression to look like an evil bastard.

The ground of the phone booth suddenly trembled and slowly sank into the ground.Riddle watched as the pavement rose higher and higher outside the glass window of the phone booth, until finally there was darkness above them.

He could see nothing but the dull, harsh grinding of the phone box as it sank into the ground.About a minute passed, but it was definitely a long wait for Riddle. He clenched the wand in his pocket, ready for possible attacks at any time.

A thin golden light shone on his feet, and then the golden light gradually widened, expanded to his body, and finally hit his face directly.

"The Ministry hopes you are having a good day," the woman's voice said.

"Of course, it will definitely be a pleasure." The corners of Riddle's mouth curled up in a dangerous arc, and the wand was already in his hand.

The phone booth door flew open and Riddle stepped out.

He was standing at the end of a long, splendid hall. The ground was a polished dark wooden floor, and the peacock blue ceiling was inlaid with gleaming golden symbols, which were constantly moving and changing, like It is a huge high-altitude bulletin board.

The walls on all sides are lined with dark wooden boards with jet black oil, and many gilded fireplaces are embedded in the wooden boards.Every few seconds, with a soft pop, a wizard suddenly appeared from a fireplace on the left.And to the right, there were several people lining up in front of each fireplace, waiting to leave.

"I think that's it!" Riddle was delighted when he saw the golden fountain in the middle of the foyer.

He walked hurriedly towards the golden fountain, and beside him were the chaotic footsteps of hundreds of wizards and witches. With the lifeless expressions unique to the morning on their faces, they strode towards the row of golden doors at the end of the hall. Go.

Riddle raised his hood and stood in front of the golden fountain.

"Ministry of Magic, we are back, your master, Voldemort is back!"

A staff member from the Ministry of Magic raised his eyelids slightly and glanced at Riddle, then hurriedly walked towards the golden door with his briefcase in hand.

Riddle seemed to be irritated by being ignored. He clenched his wand and pointed at the sky and shouted viciously: "The bones reappear!"

A huge skeleton is made up of countless turquoise star-like things. A large python emerges from the mouth of the skeleton, like a tongue.It rose higher and higher after appearing, and a ball of green smoke gave off a dazzling light, which looked particularly terrifying against the peacock blue ceiling.

"It's the Dark Mark!" The officials from the Ministry of Magic all showed horrified expressions. They subconsciously took out their wands and pointed them at Riddle, who had summoned the Dark Mark.

"Sir, you better know what you are doing!" a wizard screamed, "You better not resist, otherwise we will not rule out the use of the Unforgivable Curse."

"Hahaha!" Riddle laughed maniacally, which made all the wizards around him frown subconsciously.

"Sir, we are not joking." Another wizard roared roughly, while winking at the colleague beside him, ready to chant a stun spell to control Riddle at any time.

"No one has spoken to me like this in years." Riddle calmed down a little, and he looked at the wizard who made the sound crazily, "Avada chews the big melon!"

A dazzling green light burst out from the tip of his wand, almost piercing all the wizards who were looking at Riddle warily.

Then, they all heard something fall heavily beside them.

The gruff, oblivious man lay sprawled on the ground, dead.

Screams and noises temporarily occupied the entire golden hall.

Riddle let out a cheer. He walked up to the corpse as if no one was watching and kicked his head. "What a brave guy. Voldemort likes brave people like you the most." Then he put his feet there. The face of the corpse was stamped hard and turned into a bloody mess.

More wizards gathered around, and they took out their wands and pointed them at Riddle, but no one dared to take action first.

Voldemort's reputation was so terrible that they couldn't afford to have any courage to fight. Maybe they needed a leader, but the poor guy was lying on the floor at the moment, with blood stains spreading.

"After feeling it, how many people have the guts to come back?" Riddle murmured, raising his head and staring at the Dark Mark floating in the air, "and how many people are stupid enough not to come?"

He raised his head, surrounded by wizards from the Ministry of Magic.This scene was so weird that no one dared to break the silence.

Time passed by minute by second, and just when the officials of the Ministry of Magic were about to take action, Fudge came out of the elevator and saw this terrible scene.

The air was suddenly filled with the rustling sound of cloaks. In front of the golden fountain, surrounded by people, a wizard appeared in every corner.They were all hooded and had their faces covered.

They walked over one by one...walking slowly and cautiously, as if they couldn't believe their eyes.

Riddle stood there waiting in silence. A Death Eater's legs gave way and fell to his knees directly. He crawled up to Riddle and kissed the hem of his black robe.

"That's enough, now is not the time for chatting." Riddle kicked the Death Eaters away in disgust. He was not the later Voldemort, and he simply could not accept their dirty saliva rubbing onto his neat robes.

"Welcome, Death Eaters, Ministry of Magic." Riddle said calmly, "Eleven years...it has been 11 years since our last gathering. But you still remember my reputation, and you still Responding to my call just like yesterday...that means we are still united under the Dark Mark! Right?"

Riddle raised his face, but no one could see his face clearly, but the Death Eaters were very sure: Voldemort was back!

The Dark Mark on their arms burned with pain, becoming clearer and turning red.