Chapter 423 Which one is more important?

The next day, something major happened that shocked the entire wizarding world.

At the entrance of the Ministry of Magic, the bodies of Death Eaters were hung in a row.

Each person had a sign with a letter on it.

Put together: Voldemort has no nose

This is a naked declaration of war.

He slapped the devil Voldemort in the face.

Minister of Magic Fudge's face turned green.

The news of Voldemort's resurrection, which had been suppressed, was made public this time.

And in such a violent way.

Who did it?

There are different opinions in the wizarding world.

But no matter how they speculated, no one said it was Dumbledore who did it.

Because Principal Deng has a very good reputation, he would not use this method.

Finally, the truth came to light.

It was Sirius Black.

He was wrongfully imprisoned for more than ten years because he was betrayed by Peter, Voldemort's number one undercover agent.

So, this time when Voldemort is resurrected, Black wants to avenge the attack he made on him.

Let him spend so many years in jail for nothing?

The Ministry of Magic has already paid the compensation, and you, Voldemort, still want to shirk your responsibility?

Impossible, absolutely impossible...

Thus, the Second Magic War began.

Sirius stayed in the villa and didn't come out.

Voldemort ordered his Death Eaters to attack the industries in which Sirius had invested.

But these Death Eaters are from the wizarding world.

Those who are related to these shareholders are also one of the beneficiaries. How could they destroy their own jobs?

So I worked but didn't put in any effort...

Voldemort sighed when he knew this.

Damn, I haven't been in the magic world for so many years. Times have changed, people's hearts have scattered, and it's hard to lead a team.

Finally, he made up his mind and took his brothers to break into Blake's villa.

However, after the younger brothers came out, they all stayed away from him...

While Voldemort was stunned, a hand... no, a missile fell from the sky and was aimed at him.

He is the Demon King after all, so it is natural for him to have this perception.

Fortunately, the missile was not very powerful.

After dodging, I looked up at the sky, but there was nothing...

Look at the Death Eaters...

Why are the Death Eaters looking as if they knew it?

This time, the Death Eaters did not take the lead.

Because they heard from somewhere that a more ruthless demon king had come to the magic world.

No life, just money...

If you don't obey, you will go bankrupt at best, and become penniless at worst, and no company will dare to hire you.

Unemployment, and having nothing...

Just kidding, Death Eaters have to live their lives too.

Why follow the devil?

Because they can rob and get gold galleons, which can make their lives better and make them superior.

But if you follow the Devil and the Northwest Wind, you will end up being abandoned by everyone with nothing. Who would do that?

Now he is only following Voldemort out of helplessness.

Once the two demon kings decide the winner, it will be time for them to switch sides.

Now we are just watching the fun.

Those die-hard fans have long been trapped outside the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts School.

The grass on the grave is half a person tall...

When Voldemort arrived at the door of Black's mansion, he was silent.

Damn, is this guy so rich?

I don't even have the money to repair my old, dilapidated house, and you actually bought such a luxurious villa...

How much of Harry's child support did you steal?

Walking into the villa's manor, Voldemort felt that the atmosphere was a bit heavy.

He saw Blake standing at the door of the villa.

He was wearing an exquisite retro suit, smoking a cigar and shaking a glass of whiskey in his hand.

"Come in for a drink?"

Voldemort pondered for a while, nodded, and slowly walked into the villa.

The Death Eaters and Aurors outside were all stunned.

What's going on? Are these two acting?

Coming to the living room of the villa, Voldemort sat down on the sofa.

Blake asked him, picking up the cup on the coffee table.

"Whiskey or gin?"

Voldemort looked at Black.

"Just the same as what you drink."

Blake smiled and said to him:

"Don't worry. I won't kill you in this way. After all, you are a well-known figure in the wizarding world. I won't let you die in such a cowardly way."

Why does this sound so awkward?

He picked up the glass and clinked it with Voldemort.

Blake drank it all in one gulp.

Crossing his legs, Black picked up his cigar and gestured to Voldemort.

Voldemort shook his head.

Blake lit his cigar.

The two of them stared at each other for a long time.

Voldemort suddenly spoke.

"What are your plans? To replace me and become the new Demon King?"

Blake smiled and waved his hand.

"I am not poultry."

Voldemort nodded: "You are a beast."

"If I hadn't sent people to Hogwarts to cause trouble for you, would the result have been different?"

He took a puff of his cigar and slowly blew out a smoke ring.

"I quite like Fudge."

"I have more people in the Ministry who are more influential than him. I'll introduce them to you later."

"Oh, thanks."

Voldemort took a deep breath and looked at Black hatefully.

"I didn't expect you to make me lose so miserably..."

Blake raised an eyebrow.

"Miserable? At least you can still talk, drink, and brag to me in such a luxurious house..."

"But what about James? What about Lily? What about the people who died? I can't hear their voices anymore. I never will."

Voldemort retorted somewhat unwillingly:

"You are an outsider, but in exchange for decades of hard work, isn't that worth it?"

Luke smiled and leaned back on the couch.

"That's your business. To me, the wizarding world is the wizarding world, and people are people. They are two different things."

Voldemort put down his glass and looked out the living room window, as if looking at the wavering Death Eaters.

"Hogwarts is yours, I accept it. Why do you need so many people from the wizarding world?"

Luke asked him back with a grin.

"Tom, let me ask you a question. Which is more important to me, the wizarding world or you?"

Voldemort was silent for a long time before he spoke:

"With me, you can always stand on the moral high ground and tease those people."

Luke just smiled and shook his head.

"Think again."

After a while, Voldemort spoke:

"Is it because of those people in the Ministry of Magic?"

Luke was still smiling.

"Think again."

Voldemort stared at Black for a long moment.

“I think I am still important.”

Blake spread his hands.

"Neither you nor the wizarding world are important to me."

Voldemort raised an eyebrow, not expecting Black to answer like that.

"Then who is important?" he asked curiously.

After Black laughed, he looked at Voldemort with amusement.

"It's important to me without you."

Voldemort was silent for a long time, then stood up and patted himself.

Luke pulled out a wand.

"Are you looking for this thing?"

Voldemort looked at Black and shook his head.

Blake flipped his other hand and produced a black pistol.

This thing is an antique, a Webley revolver equipped by the British army during World War II.

"There's only one bullet in it, don't go far."

Voldemort did not reach out to take the pistol but said to Black:

"Can I see your true face?"

Blake shook his head.

"That's not necessary. It doesn't matter whether you look at it or not. The view from the balcony on the third floor is nice. I suggest you go there and take a look."

He reached out his hand, thrust the pistol forward, and gave Voldemort a look.

"Tom, you're a respectable man."

In the end, Voldemort took the pistol and slowly walked up the stairs.

After going upstairs, another Black appeared.

The two Blacks stood together.

One of them excitedly said to the other:

"Well, Luke, I think I can show up. I heard everything you said, and from what I understand, he's not a decent man."

Luke, who is now Blake, looks at the real Blake and gives him another shotgun.

"I gave him a pistol. If he is respectable, you make him respectable. If he is not respectable, you make him respectable."

The real Blake rushed upstairs with a shotgun...

At this time, Fudge was in an even bigger headache at the Ministry of Magic.

Just now, he received news from all over the wizarding world.