Surrounding and Killing Voldemort

"Quirrell, I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you for a bit."

Seeing that he had been discovered by the group of Auror, Voldemort secretly harbored a ruthless rage and directly used a vicious Dark Magic.

In an instant, a cloud of black mist burst forth from Voldemort's body, and Voldemort's strength recovered to 30% of his peak.

Quirrell's face turned deathly pale. He felt his entire body trembling; in fact, every cell in his body was shaking.

"Master, what did you do to my body?" Quirrell asked, his voice trembling and his expression filled with terror.

Voldemort didn't speak, only gave a cold snort, and after a few seconds, he said, "It's alright, Quirrell, it's just a very ordinary Dark Magic. It will only cause you a little damage, nothing serious."

Quirrell panicked. Ordinary Dark Magic causing minor damage? Coming from Voldemort's mouth, there was absolutely no credibility to that statement.

But now, he's at the mercy of others, and Quirrell has no choice but to endure it.

Seeing Quirrell resigned to his fate, Voldemort was quite satisfied. If Quirrell had deliberately caused trouble during the escape, it would have created a lot of problems.

"Quirrell, you are my most loyal servant, and I will never forget your service." With a combination of harsh words and sweet promises, Voldemort's methods of managing his subordinates were masterful.

At this moment, all the prisoners in the Forbidden Forest sprang into action, quickly surrounding Voldemort.

"Insects." After recovering three-tenths of his strength, Voldemort's eyes regained a trace of their former brilliance.

Even when facing dozens of Auror, Voldemort remained completely calm and even wanted to show off.

These Auror are very strong and ruthless. If he could recruit them as his subordinates, his grand ambitions would be much easier to achieve.

In the dense jungle, Voldemort, stepping on black mist, floated down from the tree in a very stylish manner.

"Auror of the Ministry of Magic, hold your fire. I know you are nearby," Voldemort said calmly, but with unwavering confidence and an air of utter composure.

"I just witnessed the entire massacre of the Centaur tribe, and to be honest, I admire your methods."

Voldemort, the leader of the pure-blood faction, was a racist who not only discriminated against Muggle-born but also wanted to physically remove non-wizard races from the Wizarding World. Therefore, he greatly admired ruthless characters like Sang Biao.

In the jungle, Sang Biao and the others, who had already reunited, looked at the vampire monster talking to itself, somewhat bewildered.

"Brother Biao, this vampire monster can actually talk!" Franklin was very surprised and curiously looked at Voldemort, who was talking eloquently.

Sang Biao was also a bit confused. Lord Lai only told them to kill the vampire monster, but he didn't tell them that the vampire monster could talk.

"No rush, wait for the brothers to arrive. Once everyone's here, we'll attack together and blast him to death!" Sang Biao's tone was filled with killing intent. No matter where this vampire monster came from, if Lord Lai wanted him dead, then he had to die.

Unaware that Sang Biao was already preparing to kill him, Voldemort thought that his words had worked, and thought to himself that after all these years, his extraordinary eloquence was still as sharp as ever.

"You... are all Pure-blood wizard, aren't you?" Voldemort's tone was extremely certain. Just from the group's ruthless attitude towards the Centaur, Voldemort knew that they must be pure-bloods, and even the most extreme pure-bloods among them.

It is common knowledge that the Ministry of Magic has an unspoken rule that it will not hire Muggle-born as employees; even if they do get into the Ministry of Magic, they will only be cannon fodder among the Auror.

But these Auror who use the Killing Curse like it's nothing are obviously Muggle cannon fodder; they're clearly scions of established Pure-blood families.

"Sigh, really, I never expected that in the ten years I've been away, these old-established Pure-blood families would give me such a big surprise!"

Voldemort was secretly delighted, already imagining the scene of these pure-blooded Auror being used by him.

"My fellow countrymen, I know you all come from noble Pure-blood families," Voldemort said. "In fact, I am one of you."

"I didn't want to reveal my identity, but for the glory of purebloods, I feel it's necessary for you to know who I am."

Voldemort was now absolutely certain that as long as he invoked his title as the Dark Lord and unleashed his signature magic, these pure-blood Auror would immediately submit.

Although he has only been back in the game for six months, he is still very familiar with the current situation of Pure-blood families in the Wizarding World.

Since their downfall, the purebloods have become rats that everyone hates, and even the newly established powerful families can extort them at will.

Voldemort believed that as soon as he appeared, these Auror would surely abandon their evil ways and come to the light.

"Ahem..." Voldemort said slowly with an arrogant expression, "You may not know who I am, but you must have heard of my family. That's right, I am the only descendant of Slytherin!"

"..."

Silence, an unusual silence, a silence that made Voldemort somewhat embarrassed.

"Could it be that these pure-blooded Auror have a bad history?" Voldemort was somewhat unsure of himself. He had only disappeared for ten years, so how come they didn't even know his name anymore!

Voldemort, somewhat embarrassed, added, "Ahem, of course, I also have another name."

That's Voldemort!

His voice was powerful and resonant, his eyes were unruly, his posture was spirited and radiant, and his powerful aura, which seemed to chill the air above, enveloped an area of dozens of meters.

To prove his identity, Voldemort also cast a small Dark Mark in front of himself.

A small green skull floated in front of him, and a terrifying snake head emerged from its mouth, chilling to the bone.

After doing all this, Voldemort stood proudly in place, waiting for the pure-blooded Auror to bow down.

Unexpectedly, from the bushes, Franklin's face changed. "Damn it, Brother Biao, he said he's Voldemort! He killed my whole family! I'll fucking kill him!"

"Avada Gnaw-the-Melon!"

Not only was Franklin's face grim, but most of the other prisoners were also furious, drawing their wands and unleashing a barrage of attacks on Voldemort.

Thunderous Blast

"The Serpensortia"

"Cruciatus Curse"

Azkaban Academy requires political vetting for admissions; only the descendants of Muggle-born, oppressed Half-blood, or Muggle children are accepted.

This group of people can be said to be born with impeccable revolutionary credentials, and they have an irreconcilable hatred for the racist Voldemort.

Voldemort: "..."

Looking at the overwhelming curses and angry faces, Voldemort felt that something was wrong with how he was doing it.