Gentlemen, My Name Is Tom Riddle!

The Dark Lord did not keep everyone waiting long. Just as Anton sensed the surrounding wizards beginning to grow restless, the gates of Azkaban Castle slowly opened.

Creak~~

Beneath the massive vaulted ceiling, the heavy doors slowly swung open. Their weight seemed to affect everyone's mood, and every wizard's expression gradually turned solemn.

Beyond the gates lay a vast banquet hall.

Huge stained-glass windows depicting wizards and monsters caught the sunset on either side, dyeing the hall a brilliant orange-red.

Warm sunlight fell across the two long tables in the center of the hall. Looking up, there were countless candles floating in midair and a ceiling whose top could not be seen.

Anton raised an eyebrow, nearly letting out a whistle.

Fancy~

This place was practically a replica of the Great Hall in Hogwarts Castle.

Other than the original four House tables being reduced to two, everything else felt far too familiar.

So...

Did Old Voldy still regard Hogwarts as his home?

Hehehe...

Anton was amused.

If he ever lost an argument with Old Voldy, he would simply write a biography called My Professor Voldemort. He would definitely include this in it. Hahaha~

As everyone entered, Anton also noticed the current structure of Voldemort's forces.

The Death Eaters and his other subordinates sat at one long table, while the newcomers and visitors sat at the other.

Not all of Old Voldy's original followers were Death Eaters. The Dark Lord had far too many supporters and believers; only the strongest among them qualified to receive the Dark Mark branded onto their arms.

For example, Lucius's wife, Narcissa Malfoy, had not been able to become a Death Eater.

Neither had Fenrir Greyback, the werewolf leader.

Anton looked over with interest. Most of them were extremely familiar—Bellatrix, Snape, Antonin Dolohov, Mulciber, Evan Rosier,