"Albert Anderson?"
Voldemort was not riding a broomstick. He flew with the wind like smoke.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze piercing the darkness ahead as it fixed on the Mudblood he despised. His lipless mouth twitched faintly, and his voice carried through the roaring waves to Albert's ears.
"Good evening, Tom."
Holding his broom in one hand, Albert turned back to greet Voldemort as though he were an old friend he had not seen in ages.
"Seeing you is truly unpleasant, but I have to admit that your magical accomplishments are impressive. Have you considered finding someone to inherit the knowledge in your head?"
If possible, Albert very much wanted to inherit Voldemort's legacy after his death.
There was no helping it. Picking up something ready-made was simply too tempting.
Whether from the Will de Smith Family, the Le Me Couple, or the recently deceased Dumbledore, Albert had inherited an enviable legacy. That was also one of the keys to his rapid growth and rise in such a short time.
As for the famous second-generation Dark Lord before him, Albert had never expected him to actually leave his legacy behind for him.
Although Albert had already inherited part of it in advance, he still wanted the non-Dark Magic knowledge Voldemort had researched.
Honestly, nothing made one rich faster than robbing a boss.
Ahem, he was not a bandit. It was all to ensure that such precious knowledge could continue to be preserved.
This was undoubtedly quite difficult, but Albert had yet to give up. After all, he had the panel, and he had once obtained valuable spellcasting techniques from Voldemort.
"How dare you!"
Hearing Albert actually call him by the name he had discarded, Voldemort's snake-like face became even more grotesque. His scarlet eyes gleamed with a chilling