Chapter 491 Where Does the Smartness Come From?

When Voldemort appeared outside the gates of Ilvermorny, a shrill alarm sounded in the Portkey Monitoring Office of the Magical Congress of the United States of America.

"Intrusion Alert!" A young wizard wearing thick-framed glasses looked up suddenly, and the quill in his hand almost fell to the ground. He quickly glanced at the magic monitoring screen floating in the air, which showed red words.

[Unauthorized international travel! ]

"Stowaway?" His colleague smiled sarcastically. "He broke in with an illegal portkey. He's really brave. He dared to cause trouble in the American wizarding world. Don't you know that our surveillance is the most stringent?"

"Initiate a Level 1 response immediately!" the office manager, a thin, gray-haired middle-aged witch, ordered loudly. Her voice was calm and powerful, instantly suppressing the restlessness around them. "Track the source! Determine the target location!"

Under her command, the entire monitoring office instantly entered an efficient operation mode. The runes on the magic screen scrolled quickly, and the tracking spell flickered in the air.

"The tracking spell has been locked!" a wizard shouted, "The target is located outside of Ilvermorny, and the coordinates are stable."

Ilvermorny?

Was it a careless international friend? Or did someone want to go to Ilvermorny to cause trouble during the students' holidays?

The supervisor frowned slightly and said, "Contact Ilvermorny's headmaster, Gilbert, and ask him to be on high alert. Also, notify the Aurors and have them send someone to deal with it."

The Magical Congress was very efficient. In less than two minutes, they sent out a five-member Auror team. The team leader was none other than Chuck Stein, the Auror who had previously received the teachers and students of Hogwarts.

With the help of the portkey, the Auror team arrived at the gate of Ilvermorny in an instant. Chuck Stein tightened his collar, and the cold air turned his breath into white mist.

He waved his wand, casting a tracking spell, and couldn't help but curse in his mind.

What a bad luck!

Everything has been calm recently, but when it was my turn to be on duty, I encountered such a smuggling incident.

trouble!

If he caught the stowaway, it would be fine, and he could get credit for it. But if the target ran away, or the matter got out of hand, he would have no peace during this holiday, and those mean officials in Congress would definitely hold him accountable.

You damn stowaway, you dare to ruin my Christmas vacation. When I catch you, I will make sure to let you see the power of the Magic Congress.

However, who on earth was so idiotic as to sneak into Ilvermorny, one of the most heavily guarded places in the wizarding world, almost on the same level as the Magical Congress? The key is that the area is full of anti-Apparition spells, making it inconvenient for the other party to escape even if he wanted to.

"Let's go! The target is still nearby. Get ready for battle. Let's go and see how smart this guy is."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chuck saw the door of Ilvermorny opened a crack, and then Headmaster Gilbert ran out in a hurry.

"The protective magic on the snake tree has been triggered. The enemy is coming for the snake tree. Hurry!"

Snake wood?

The Auror team looked incredulous.

This guy is so bold that he actually wanted to attack the snake tree. Doesn’t he know that there are protective magic all around? !

With those protective magics in place, no one can easily touch a leaf of the snake tree, and this stupid thief will definitely not be able to escape.

Everyone walked quickly forward, and from afar, they saw that the once vibrant snake wood had turned into a withered fragment, without even a trace of life, as if the protective magic had not played any role at all.

A bald wizard in a black robe stood where the snake wood was, took out a magic wand from it, and then fired an extremely dazzling spell into the sky.

Finished!

The matter has gotten out of hand and my Christmas vacation has been completely ruined!

Chuck was furious. He raised his wand and roared angrily, "Stop! Put down what you have in your hand, little thief!"

Just as Chuck was about to cast the spell, a firm hand reached out and forcibly stopped him.

"Calm down!" Principal Agilbert said in a deep voice, his tone revealing unquestionable majesty. He held the wand, staring at the black-robed wizard, with beads of sweat on his forehead due to nervousness.

Be it the protective magic that had no effect at all, or the spell that just rose into the sky, they were repeatedly telling him a fact - the bald wizard in front of him was very strong, and everyone present might not be able to defeat him.

Moreover, the other person's appearance was somewhat familiar. The more he looked, the more he looked like the Dark Lord that Dumbledore had described to him before.

"Contact the Magical Congress and ask them to send reinforcements, quickly!"

Gilbert first explained this to Chuck, then stared at the bald wizard and said coldly: "Are you the British Voldemort?"

Voldemort?

Chuck was stunned. He had heard of this name before. He was the great devil of Britain, the second generation Dark Lord, who had wreaked havoc in Britain for many years.

Because of this man, Dumbledore, the president of the International Confederation of Wizards, lost his position.

However, didn't the British Ministry of Magic always claim that this person was dead? Could he have really been resurrected?

Although Chuck didn't know how powerful Voldemort was, he was a headache for the entire British wizarding world and was obviously not someone they could deal with just a few people.

So he didn't dare to delay and quickly took out his magic phone and frantically called for support.

Voldemort ignored Chuck's actions. He looked at Gilbert with his scarlet eyes and smiled slightly.

"I'm in a good mood now, so I won't pursue the question of your name. However, you'd better call me the Dark Lord."

"Dark Lord, please put down the wand in your hand. It does not belong to you."

"Oh?" Voldemort said with a hint of sarcasm. "Are you talking about this snakewood staff? As a descendant of Slytherin, there is no one in the world who is more worthy of using it than me."

"It was stolen by a thief, and now I am just taking it home. Headmaster, perhaps you should look up the history of magic here."

"I know your history of magic must be very thin, but I believe that events like this should still be recorded."

Gilbert's heart sank. He had read the history of Ilvermorny and knew that the snakewood staff was the wand of Slytherin, and it was stolen by the founder Isolt from her aunt Gormlaith Gaunt.

However, Gormlaith Gaunt was the murderer who killed Isolt's parents because Isolt's parents were close to Muggles. In order to prevent Isolt from going astray, Gormlaith personally educated Isolt and forbade her to go to Hogwarts to study.

It wasn't until Isolt was 17 that she mustered up the courage to steal Gormlaith's wand and escape to North America.

Thinking of this, Gilbert retorted in a deep voice: "That wand was the trophy of our school founder's revenge. It now belongs to Ilvermorny."

As he was speaking, a large number of Aurors arrived and surrounded Voldemort.

"Dark Lord," the head of the Auror Office said, "Put down your wand, or you will stay here."

"Oh?" A bloodthirsty light flashed in Voldemort's eyes, and he said softly, "Some people always mistake my kindness for weakness."

"In that case, use your lives to announce my return."

"Avada Kadawa!"