Chapter 247 Siege Voldemort

"Qi Luo, I can only wrong you."

Seeing that he was discovered by these Aurors, Voldemort secretly became ruthless and directly used a vicious black magic.

Suddenly, a cloud of black mist suddenly emerged from Voldemort's body, and Voldemort's strength also returned to the third level of its heyday.

Quirrell's face was pale, he only felt that his whole body was shaking, it should be said that the cells of his body were shaking.

"Master, what did you do to my body?" Quirrell asked with a trembling voice and a horrified expression.

Voldemort didn't speak, just snorted coldly, and after a few seconds, he said, "It's okay, Quirrell, this is just a very ordinary black magic, it will only cause a little damage to your body, it's not a big deal."

Quirrell panicked immediately. Ordinary black magic can cause a little damage. There is no credibility in saying these words from Voldemort's mouth.

However, now that people are using knives and we are fish, Quirrell has no choice but to endure.

Seeing that Quirrell accepted his fate, Voldemort was very satisfied. If Quirrell deliberately made trouble when he escaped, it would cause a lot of trouble.

"Qiro, you are my most loyal servant, and I will never forget your dedication." A big stick and a sweet date, Voldemort's way of imperial use is superb.

At this time, all the prisoners in the entire Forbidden Forest started to move, and they were surrounding Voldemort at a fast speed.

"Ants." After recovering three layers of strength, Voldemort's eyes also returned to the old look.

Even in the face of dozens of Aurors, Voldemort did not panic at all, and even wanted to show a wave.

This group of Aurors is very powerful, and they attack fiercely. If they can be accepted as subordinates, it will be easier for him to achieve his great cause.

In the dense jungle, Voldemort stepped on the black mist and floated down from the big tree very handsomely.

"Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, don't make a move yet, I know you are near me." Voldemort's voice was calm, but full of confidence, and his eyes were extremely calm.

"I just witnessed the whole process of you slaughtering the centaur tribe. To be honest, I admire your methods."

The leader of the pure-blood faction, Voldemort himself is a racist. He not only discriminates against Muggle wizards, but also wants to physically remove those non-wizard races from the wizarding world. Therefore, he appreciates the ruthless Sangbiao et al.

In the jungle, Sangbiao and others who had already gathered were a little puzzled looking at the vampire monster who was talking to himself.

"Brother Biao, this blood-sucking monster can actually talk!" Franklin was very surprised, and looked curiously at Voldemort who was talking.

Sang Biao was also a little confused. Master Lai only told them to kill the blood-sucking monster, but he didn't tell them that the blood-sucking monster could talk.

"Don't worry, wait for the brothers to come. When everyone is ready, shoot together and kill him directly!" Sangbiao's tone was full of killing intent. You must die.

I don't know that Sangbiao is already preparing to kill his own Voldemort, and he thinks that his words have played a role. After so many years, his amazing eloquence is still as sharp as ever.

"Aren't you all pure-blood wizards?" Voldemort's tone was extremely firm. From the fierce attitude of this group of people towards the centaur, Voldemort could tell that they must be pure-blood, and they were the extreme of pure-blood. pure blood.

As we all know, the unspoken rules of the Ministry of Magic do not recruit Muggle wizards as employees. Even if they enter the Ministry of Magic, they are also cannon fodder for Aurors.

But how could this group of Aurors who used the Killing Curse like drinking water be Muggle cannon fodder?

"Oh, really, I didn't expect that this group of old pure-blood families would give me such a big surprise in the past ten years!"

Voldemort was secretly delighted, and he had already imagined the picture of these pure-blooded Aurors being used by him.

"My compatriots, I know that you all come from noble pure-blood families." Voldemort said, "In fact, I am also one of you."

"Originally, I didn't want to reveal my identity, but, for the glory of pure blood, I think it is necessary for you to know who I am."

Voldemort is now very sure that as long as he throws out his name as the Dark Lord and then casts his signature magic, this group of pure-blooded Aurors will definitely accept their heads and worship.

Although he has only been back for half a year, he still understands the situation of pure blood families in the magic world very well.

Since their downfall, the purebloods have immediately become the rats that everyone shouts and beat, and even the newly emerging families in power can wantonly blackmail them.

Voldemort believed that as long as he appeared on the stage, these Aurors would definitely turn their backs on the dark side.

"Ahem." Voldemort said slowly, with a fierce expression on his face, "You may not know who I am, but you must have heard of my family. Yes, I am the only descendant of Slytherin!"

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Silence, strange silence, the silence made Voldemort a little embarrassed.

"Could it be that this group of pure-blooded Aurors have a bad history?" Voldemort was a little unconfident. He had clearly disappeared for ten years, so they didn't even know his name!

Voldemort was a little embarrassed, and added: "Ahem, of course, I still have a name."

"That's Vol! Earth! Demon!"

His voice was sonorous and powerful, his eyes were rebellious, his posture was high-spirited, and his powerful aura enveloped tens of meters around him.

To prove his identity, Voldemort also released a small Dark Mark in front of his face.

A small green skull floated in front of him, and a terrifying snake head gushed out of the skull's mouth, which was extremely cold.

After doing all this, Voldemort stood proudly where he was, waiting for the group of pure-blooded Aurors to bow down.

But I never thought that Franklin's face changed in the grass, "CTM, brother Biao, he said he is Voldemort, damn it, kill my whole family, I'll fuck him to death!"

"Awada eats a big melon!"

Not only did Franklin look ugly, most of the other prisoners were furious, and they drew out their wands and gave Voldemort a bang.

"Thunderbolt"

"Oolong out of the hole"

"Cruciate"

The selection of Azkaban Academy requires political review, and only descendants of Muggle wizards, or oppressed half-bloods, or children of Muggles can be admitted.

This group of people, it can be said that they are born with good roots, and they have a sworn enemy with racist Voldemort.

Voldemort: "."

Looking at the overwhelming curses and angry faces, Voldemort felt that there seemed to be something wrong with the way he opened it.