Chapter 227: Dare to be arrogant when being displayed in public
Eight third-level Order of Merlin medals made the crowd envious. But Dumbledore did not give them any time to react. He shouted again:
"Next, I would like to introduce Yang Tian to you. I believe everyone has heard of this kid's past achievements. With his outstanding academic contributions in various fields, he was recently awarded the Order of Merlin, Third Class by the Wizengamot. However, due to time constraints, the ceremony has not yet been held."
"Then the Dark Lord incident happened. After intense discussions between the Ministry of Magic and the Wizengamot, we finally decided to revoke Mr. Yang Tian's Order of Merlin, Class III, and directly award him the Order of Merlin, Class II!"
"Wow!" Upon hearing the news, thunderous applause and cheers instantly rang out from the audience. It seems that in the eyes of most wizards, this little guy deserves such praise...
After the grand awarding ceremony, the next step was naturally the public display of Voldemort.
Yang Tian did not hesitate, and with the help of Old Xia, he pretended to make a series of hand seals on a blue talisman; in fact, he moved his mind and controlled Voldemort's cell in the Soul Prison, directly pulling it in front of the public, and the effect was exactly the same as that of the Soul-Binding Talisman.
When the spectators saw the terrifying demon king who couldn't even be named really appear before their eyes, they all lowered their heads in fear. But when they looked at the miserable state of this guy now, they suddenly felt relieved, and the flames of hatred continued to grow in their hearts. In that dark era, who could really be spared?
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"Oh my God, is this still the dreaded Voldemort?"
"I don't know if he regrets the sins he committed before!"
"Will the devil regret it? Stop kidding!"
"Haha, seeing his miserable state right now, why am I so happy?"
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Although it sounds like a whisper, how can the sound be heard so far away?
Voldemort didn't care about the people around him pointing and talking. He just carefully scanned the faces of everyone present, as if he wanted to imprint them in his memory. Unfortunately, there were too many people...
After a long silence, he finally spoke...
"My faithful believers, my servants who are still hiding among the crowd." Voldemort's icy voice resounded throughout the venue: "Don't worry, I will definitely return and stand before the world again with the glorious Death Eaters. What you have to do now is to hide yourselves, remember today's shame, and wait for the news of my return. By then, I will make all those who have laughed at us, taken advantage of us, and been our enemies... all pay a heavy price!"
The fierce words made many wizards present feel like they were falling into an icy cave, and some of them even started to chatter. How could the horrific memory that the Dark Lord brought to that era disappear so easily?
But at this moment, a childish but calm voice rang out: "Voldemort, I thought that after locking you up for such a long time, you would have become more or less aware of the situation. But now it seems that you are still so useless."
It was Yang Tian who was speaking. He was extremely angry at this moment. It was a commendation meeting, and you, a prisoner, dared to be so arrogant? As soon as he thought of this, his mind moved, and a row of bloody steel nails in the deepest part of the soul prison in his mind suddenly lit up; and he pretended to take out a yellow talisman, and through the energy shield, pressed it directly on Voldemort's soul.
The next moment, the ten fingers of Voldemort's hands suddenly stretched straight and trembled; endless screams of "Ahhhh" resounded throughout the venue.
"Yang Tian, you damn little devil! When I, the Dark Lord, return to the world, the first person I will kill will be you!" Voldemort's resentful voice also echoed in the conference hall.
"Very good, I hope your endurance is as tough as your words!" Old Xia stepped forward at the right time, stood in front of Yang Tian and pulled out the talisman.
Yang Tian's heart trembled, and he immediately understood what Old Xia meant. After all, he was only an 11-year-old child. Being too calm and fearless would inevitably make people defensive, even if the person he was facing was Voldemort.
After thinking this through, Yang Tian felt warm in his heart. He stood aside expressionlessly, but his mind moved again, and he took out all ten soul-refining nails from the interrogation area. When Xia Lao's talisman came into contact with Voldemort's soul, the soul-refining nails also entered Voldemort's soul on time.
Then, it was visible to the naked eye that flames began to appear in various parts of Voldemort's body and soul, which was the burning of his soul.
“Ah~! Ah~! Ah~!” Voldemort’s screams no longer sounded like human voices. The heart-wrenching pain and trembling were unbearable even for the Dark Lord. He went completely crazy: “Asshole! Yang Tian, you little bastard. If you have the guts, let me out. Let’s have a real fight! Do you dare? Ah~! Ah~!”
The continuous screams made the venue, which was dominated by fear just now, become weird...
"What the hell? Did I hear it wrong? The Dark Lord is challenging an 11-year-old?"
"Could this be a fake Dark Lord? Why is he screaming so miserably?"
"It seems that this Dark Lord is just like this. It is really hard to imagine that he was beaten by a child and cried loudly."
"Yes, yes. Look at him now. After he changed to an adult wizard, he is even more miserable. Is that a cry that a human can make?"
"He is not a human being now, okay? He is a soul now."
“Haha, no soul screams so miserably, right?”
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Similar words were constantly spread and discussed among the spectators...
Fudge looked at everything in front of him with great satisfaction. He pretended to cough lightly and said loudly: "Does anyone have any questions about the Dark Lord's public display? If so, please raise them as soon as possible. Of course, if there are no questions, we will completely suppress the soul and body so that he can no longer cause trouble to our wizarding world."
But at this moment, a deep voice came from the crowd: "The Dark Lord just said that he would come again. I want to know, is this just a threat from him, or is it really possible? If the Dark Lord really comes again one day, will the Ministry of Magic bear the corresponding responsibility for today's remarks?"
Fudge was shocked when he heard this. The person who shouted this obviously had bad intentions and was very hostile! He hurriedly searched carefully, but there was nothing unusual. The Aurors who were mixed in the crowd also began to search quietly, but unfortunately, they also found nothing.
Fudge had no choice but to answer, "I can understand your concerns! But what I want to say is that the Dark Lord has always used bloody and intimidating means against our wizarding world, but many wizards have never compromised! Take today's commendation meeting for example, even children will not look back in the face of major issues, as adults, shouldn't we be so worried? Not to mention that the Dark Lord is just threatening, even if he really appears in the form of a soul, what do we have to be afraid of?"
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