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After hearing little Batty's self-destructive speech, old Batty's breathing became more rapid, and his pale face turned red with anger.

If he could move now, he would have pounced on and bit the arrogant little Batty to death.

"Okay, please step back first!"

"Don't let him pass out from anger. Let me talk to him."

Seeing that old Batty's face was red and he looked like he was about to faint at any time, Wright patted young Batty's shoulder again.

After receiving the order, little Batty ignored his old father and stepped aside.

Looking at little Batty who was already walking away, old Batty's emotions and rapid breathing calmed down a lot.

After a moment of calming down, he turned his gaze to Wright and said hatefully, "Who the hell are you!"

"As much as I hate my son, I cannot deny his abilities."

"Who are you to make such a proud man so obedient and humble? Tell me now!"

Wright didn't want to talk, but he seemed to have everything under control.

An extremely absurd but very possible idea came into old Batty's mind.

He looked at Wright's young face, his voice trembling, and said with a little fear:

"Could it be that you are Voldemort? No wonder..."

"I am not Voldemort. I am just an ordinary wizard who is a little dissatisfied with the current wizarding world."

"Besides, Voldemort's methods and abilities are not comparable to mine."

When Wright heard old Batty's nonsense, he interrupted him directly. He didn't want to be burdened with a vest for no reason.

"Who are you then, and what do you want to do now?!"

Hearing Wright's denial, old Batty naturally would not believe it easily.

His eyes were full of suspicion, but that did not stop him from collecting intelligence.

Wright, who was always aware of the other person's emotions and thoughts, naturally knew what the old man in front of him was thinking.

But he did not hide it and directly stated his plan: "My purpose is very simple!"

"I want to build a super-large forbidden magic circle that can cover the entire territory of Britain."

"This magic circle can cut off the connection between the wizard and the wand. Only registered wands can cast spells."

"So, I'm going to call it... the Wand Registration Act!"

"At that time, all Death Eaters and Dark wizards who have not registered their wands will lose their ability to cast spells."

"The bill prohibiting magic circles and wand registration!"

At first, old Batty thought Wright was the evil party.

After hearing his plan, old Batty now had a completely new judgment.

He kept chewing over the plan, and after a long while, he said slowly with a cold face:

"No one will agree. No wizard will give up his right to cast spells, even an ordinary wizard...!"

"No, someone will agree!"

Wright interrupted Old Batty again and said with a mysterious smile on his face:

"Fear is a useful weapon, and it's my turn to use it."

"What do you mean…!"

The person in front of him continued to exude a terrifying aura, which impacted his defenses like a wave.

Even the experienced old Batty couldn't help but tremble all over.

If he hadn't been immobilized, he might have collapsed to the ground.

Wright ignored Old Batty, who was still trembling even though he was frozen, and said to himself:

"You should know and remember the White Terror caused by Voldemort!"

"When everyone is overwhelmed by fear, people will spontaneously seek that glimmer of hope."

"The Wand Registration Act is their only hope."

"Even if this hope would damage their meager interests, they have no choice!"

Feeling the intimidation brought by the young man in front of him, old Batty finally confirmed it.

He is not Voldemort, nor does he belong to any side.

But a more terrifying thought came to his mind. He looked at Wright's breathing becoming rapid again:

"Could it be... Could it be that you, rescued Voldemort?"

Wright raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and thought to himself:

"As expected, he is a man who almost became the Minister of Magic on his own. He is really sharp enough."

"After just a brief chat, I realized that Voldemort's return was related to me."

Although he thought so in his heart, he certainly couldn't say it out loud, so he said vaguely:

"It's not me. I just want to use Voldemort's help to carry out my own plan."

"Besides, Voldemort's return is inevitable. To some extent, what I am doing is also to prevent his appearance."

Seeing the disbelieving expression on old Batty's face, Wright ignored him.

He turned and waved to Little Barty, motioning him to come over.

Looking at the approaching little Batty, old Batty's face turned ugly, and he said in a cold voice:

"What do you mean, let him convince me?"

"My feelings towards him are not that deep. We both wish the other would die!"

Seeing the look in Old Batty's eyes that seemed to want to skin Little Batty alive, Wright smiled mockingly:

“A friend of mine once said, if you want to know what a person is like.”

"Pay attention to how he treats his subordinates, not just how he treats his equals."

"Father, this is a position of near-absolute control over your children."

"You undoubtedly love little Barty, but you don't know how to express it."

"Besides, your status and habits do not allow you to show your gentle side to those below you."

"Especially the children who are in an absolutely inferior position!"

Looking at Old Batty, whose face was getting darker and darker, Wright continued:

"I can also tell you clearly that Barty Jr. did not join the Death Eaters for the honor of pure blood."

"He just wants recognition and a close relationship like that between father and son."

Old Batty stared at Wright and growled word by word:

"What on earth do you want to do!"

"I want a lot of things, but you can't give me what I want now."

As he spoke, thick nightmare black fog continued to surge out, enveloping little Batty who was standing nearby.

Looking at Old Batty, who suddenly became panicked, Wright said calmly:

"Let me remove the shackles that bind you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the black mist surrounding Little Batty suddenly shrank and rushed into his body.

Extremely shrill wails continued to be heard in the nightmare fog, but were blocked and could not travel far.

"What are you doing? Stop it. Isn't he standing with you?"

"Why are you doing this to him? Let him go immediately. Come to me if you have anything to say!"

Hearing little Batty's soul-tearing scream, old Batty continued to struggle and roar loudly.