Chapter 707 The great king Tom Riddle?
2033, London, England.
No matter it is day or night, London is still bustling. It is no exaggeration to say that the city never sleeps.
Because, at this moment, London is the center of the world.
Decades ago, when the great king Tom Riddle conquered the island of England, carrying mysterious supernatural power, he ruled Germany, suppressed the United States, and swept across the world.
The world would not be divided into countries such as Britain, Germany, and the United States.
There is only the Federation, the Federation that rules the entire earth
As the birthplace of the king, the island of England naturally becomes the center of the world, and London is the core location.
Here, everyone who comes in and out is rich and powerful.
Wizards who master mysterious powers are even more noble.
call! call! call!
At this moment, accompanied by the roar of the wind and the number of people in the sky, the black aircraft flew towards the city center.
There is a clear pattern engraved on the front of these black aircraft.
There is a skull on the top and snakes on the bottom.
Death Eater Mark!
The other civilian aircraft around them quickly moved out of the way when they saw it, not daring to block the path of these black aircraft at all.
Finally, he watched the aircraft leave with awe and envy.
This is the real privileged person, the superior person.
Ordinary dignitaries, even the mayor, would lick their faces and smile after seeing him.
Because with this mark, there is no doubt that he is a wizard with mysterious power, a loyal minister and warrior under the king.
At this moment, Lucius Malfoy was sitting in the car, staring ahead indifferently.
Decades later, everything has changed dramatically.
The former top wizards Grindelwald and Lockhart have long since disappeared.
Even Dumbledore, the former headmaster of Hogwarts who was the best in the world, had not heard from him for many years.
They were once pure-blood nobles and Death Eaters who held the power to influence the world.
And all of this was brought about by the former Dark Lord and current Federation King, His Majesty Tom Riddle.
Soon, the black aircraft slowly stopped, as if it had reached its destination.
Today's wizards no longer use magic broomsticks. When kings rule the world, the magic system is once again innovated.
What was once a means of transportation has long since changed.
Replaced by the current magic flying machine.
Lucius touched the wand on his waist with his right hand and walked down.
As soon as they came down, several healthy wizards wearing black clothes and exuding slight magic fluctuations came up to them.
"Minister Malfoy, the conference room is ready. Minister Crouch, Attorney General Pierce, etc. are all here."
These wizards in black lowered their heads and spoke softly and respectfully.
Lucius glanced at these wizards, said nothing, nodded slightly, and motioned for them to lead the way.
These wizards were dumb in the past.
That is to say, the magic system has been reformed, and through meditation, these squibs have the opportunity to come into contact with mysterious magic.
Otherwise, we would just be begging for food at the bottom using our physical strength.
Thoughts flashed across his mind, Lucius followed the wizard leading the way towards the depths of the building, thinking about what happened to call them over in such a hurry.
He had no intention of focusing on the Squib, but instead thought repeatedly about what would cause His Majesty to summon him through the Death Eater Mark.
This time, something happened suddenly. Originally, he was inspecting the magic industry in America, but after receiving the news, he rushed back immediately.
In these years, he has rarely seen this. Important command.
I still remember the last time, more than 30 years ago, when we launched a campaign to raid the Magical Congress of the Americas and suppress the Muggle nuclear bomb.
At this moment, suddenly...
tread! tread! tread!
There was a sound of high heels hitting the ground. The sound was slightly urgent, as if anxious, but also suppressed.
Lucius took a look and immediately understood that it was Bella, His Majesty's most loyal confidant and admirer.
A woman will naturally do this when faced with an urgent edict.
If it weren't for the restricted space teleportation here, I'm afraid Bella would be teleported in front of His Majesty immediately.
Thoughts flashed, Lucius walked quickly to Bella's side.
"Bella, what happened, do you know?"
Lucius inquired in a low voice.
Although both of them were subordinates of the Dark Lord, in terms of loyalty and status, Bella was obviously far superior to him.
It was normal for Bella to know some information before he did.
Bella glanced at her relative, a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes, and shook her head, indicating that she didn't know either.
Then he quickened his pace and walked towards the conference room.
These speculators from pure-blood families need to be loyal or not, and they need ability or not.
When it comes to speculation, he is top notch.
If the two His Majesties who were once divided had not merged into one, this group of speculators might still be enemies.
Yes, there were once two Voldemorts, now there is only one.
Whether this one devours each other or merges with each other is unknown.
But when there is only one Voldemort left, this Dark Lord, this Tom Riddle.
Regardless of intelligence, means, or strength, they have reached the highest peak in history.
Only then did we achieve the great cause of nearly unifying the world.
Lucius looked at Bella in front of him, naturally knowing what she was thinking, but he didn't care.
They both belong to His Majesty, but their factions are naturally different.
Regardless of whether the two parties are relatives, the other party is obviously a typical die-hard faction, and pure-blood wizards like myself will more or less pay more attention to the interests of their own families.
Soon, Lucius walked into the conference room. As soon as he entered the door of the conference room, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
Because he saw the former Dark Lord and current King of the Federation, His Majesty Tom Riddle, sitting at the head of the meeting.
Seeing this, he quickly quickened his pace and sat down in his seat cautiously.
He didn't dare to say anything, he just looked at the small whiteboard in front of him with his name written on it.
Finance Minister Lucius Malfoy.
The entire conference room was quiet, no one dared to make a sound, and the whole atmosphere seemed very dull.
His Majesty Riddle is right in front of him. If he doesn't speak, who dares to speak.
No matter how subtle the sound was, even if it was transmitted through magic power, it was like a loud shout in front of him.
Even they restrained themselves from meeting Tom's eyes and thinking bad thoughts.
Otherwise, in front of a master who absorbs spiritual thoughts, there are no secrets.
Time passed by one minute and one second, and soon, all the seats in the conference room were filled.
Quietly waiting for His Majesty Tom Riddle's instructions.
"Everyone is here, let's get into the theme."
Tom's plain voice sounded, making everyone look solemn.
Obviously, the matter is very important, and His Majesty doesn't even want to say a word.
"Some of our old friends are coming back." Tom Riddle tapped his fingers on the table and said calmly.
Next, say a personal name.
"Gilderoy Lockhart, Grindelwald..."
