Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

Malfoy Manor, banquet hall.

Boom——

With one spell, the exquisite magic TV was blown into pieces.

Lucius's mouth twitched, as if he wanted to say something.

That was a magic TV with the Malfoy family crest on it, a high-end luxury version custom-made from Swann the Alchemist, costing a full two thousand gold Galleons, and it was scrapped just like that.

However, seeing Bella's arrogant look, Lucius didn't say anything to his sister-in-law after all.

There's no way. This sister-in-law looks even crazier after living in Azkaban for more than ten years. I can't afford to offend her!

He just sat obediently at the long table, watching Bella jumping up and down there.

"Damn it! How dare Burns declare war on us?" Bella had changed into clean clothes. She raised her eyebrows and looked angry. "Who gave her the courage? Was it Dumbledore? Or that Professor Swann?"

"Also, can someone explain to me what's going on with this damn Professor Swan? How could he have the guts to stand up for Burns? Isn't he just a small Auror?"

"Who knows where his home is now? If he dares to provoke his master, we will let the Dark Mark fly over his house tonight. And as for Burns, we must let her know how powerful we are. I don't believe Dumbledore can protect her forever."

Bella was not familiar with Sebastian. When she was imprisoned in Azkaban, Sebastian was still in the Auror team. In order to prevent Voldemort from taking advantage of him, he kept a low profile at that time.

Bella naturally wouldn't take such a small person too seriously.

Afterwards, they were imprisoned in the deepest part of Azkaban for more than ten years and had no idea of ​​the current changes.

"Severus," Rodolphus said sinisterly, "Everyone calls you Professor Snape now, so you are also teaching at Hogwarts. Then tell me, where does this Sebastian Swan live?"

The corners of Snape's mouth twitched slightly, trying hard not to laugh.

Looking for trouble with Sebastian?

That's great, as long as you dare to go, Sebastian will definitely thank Merlin for his gift with a smile, and then entertain you with the greatest enthusiasm.

He opened his mouth and was about to speak when someone else spoke first.

"Rodolphus!" Little Barty shouted, "Damn it! Don't mention that man's full name. He must know that we are all in Malfoy Manor now. Do you want that man to disturb the master's holiday mood?"

Disturb the mood?

Because of that Swann?

He deserves it too!

Rodolphus was not satisfied and immediately retorted: "Little Barty, I haven't seen you for more than ten years. How come you have become so timid? You are scared by a name!"

"I never saw you flinch when we were torturing the Longbottoms together. I didn't expect you to be so cowardly now."

"If you are afraid, just stay here. I believe there will be many Death Eater brothers willing to join us."

"Is there anyone who wants to join us? Let's go together after dinner!"

To Rodolphus's surprise, apart from those guys who had been in Azkaban for more than ten years, no one responded to his call. Even the Carlo brothers and sisters who had been his cellmates in the past two years did not say a word.

The Death Eaters either looked away or looked at them like they were idiots.

"idiot!"

Little Batty cursed and immediately started to do scientific education work for these guys who had just been released from prison, so as to prevent them from getting killed in vain in a fit of impulsiveness.

As little Barty told the story, Bella, Rodolphus and others began to understand Sebastian, but the more they knew, the uglier their faces became.

The richest man of the time, the deputy headmaster of Hogwarts, cursed his own name, confronted his master head-on, and also possessed the power to destroy the world...

Are you really talking about the same Swann as we know him?

Bella stopped yelling. Although she was crazy, she was not stupid. She knew that this was someone she could not afford to offend.

However, she did not admit that she was afraid. She just felt that Voldemort's holiday mood should not be disturbed by such a person.

After all, from Barty's description, this person is different from Dumbledore, and is a vengeful guy.

"In the face of the provocation from the Ministry of Magic, we must make some response. We can't just let it go."

Bella was indignant and looked at Voldemort, who was sitting at the head of the long table: "Master, how are we going to deal with the Ministry of Magic next?"

Voldemort sat there, seemingly oblivious to the noise.

He stroked the snakewood wand in his hand, and the joy he felt when he first got the wand was no longer there.

The snakewood staff is very powerful and lives up to its name. It is a perfect match for me due to my blood relationship.

In today's wizarding world, there is no wand more suitable than this one.

Of course, all of this is based on the premise that the Elder Wand in the Deathly Hallows only exists in legend.

The Elder Wand...Dumbledore!

Thinking of the battle with Dumbledore in the Ministry of Magic, Voldemort felt like thousands of ants were crawling in his heart.

That old wand should belong to me!

If what he held in his hand today was not the snakewood staff but the Elder Wand, would he be able to pull Dumbledore down from the throne of the strongest?

As for Sebastian, he is no match for him.

Voldemort kept thinking about how to get the Elder Wand until he heard Bella's cry, and then he slowly came back to his senses.

"Master, do you want to teach the Ministry of Magic a lesson?"

Voldemort did not answer directly. He motioned Bella to sit back in her seat first, then glanced at everyone.

"Death Eaters, today is a happy day. I am happy to see you sitting so neatly beside me."

He raised the glass in his hand and said softly: "Here, I wish you all a Merry Christmas."

Hearing this, the Death Eaters did not dare to neglect and loudly wished Voldemort a Merry Christmas. Then they drank the wine in their glasses and continued to listen to Voldemort's lecture.

"I know you are all waiting for me to declare war on the Ministry of Magic, but unfortunately, I must admit that I cannot defend myself against both Dumbledore and Sebastian at the same time."

"Master..." Bella looked anxious and stood up immediately.

"Don't worry, Bella." Voldemort waved his hand gently. "I'm not afraid of anyone in a one-on-one fight. I'm just worried that one of them will hold me back, and the other will kill you."

"You are all my friends, and I don't want to see anything happen to any of you."

Bella's eyes were filled with tears. She felt that she was too weak and that was why she was holding her master back.

"So, Death Eaters, I ask you to keep a low profile in the coming time. We need to accumulate strength temporarily."

"However, our team needs to expand. Simply keeping a low profile is not conducive to our expansion of power."

Voldemort smiled and said confidently: "So, Death Eaters, work hard to expand your influence abroad and let me see what you are capable of."