Voldemort gestured with his hand for quiet.
"Very good. Since you still remember that you have family legacies, stop locking them away in basements to gather mold."
"Starting today, the Crimson Workshop will establish three categories of files."
A line of text appeared on the blackboard.
"The first category: the curses, bloodline contracts, ancient magical runes, family defense systems, and so on and so forth collected by all your families. Compile all your magical knowledge."
The wizards exchanged looks. Even last time, at the height of the Dark Lord's power, he had not demanded that they hand over all their families' records.
These were all wizarding families whose legacies spanned many generations. They could pledge their own allegiance to the Dark Lord, but they could not pledge their entire families' allegiance.
Voldemort watched their expressions with utter disdain.
"So how did you let a Muggle-born lord it over you? The wealth he created in such a short time could rival that of your families, with their hundreds or thousands of years of history."
Lucius immediately declared his position.
"Master, I am willing to offer all the knowledge the Malfoy family has accumulated to you."
At the same time, he inwardly scorned those fools. Even now, they still wanted to have it both ways.
The other wizards were also looking down on the Malfoy family. How many years had the Malfoy family been around, compared with their own families? Their accumulated legacies were not remotely on the same level, all right?
But when they met Voldemort's eerie gaze, their hearts trembled. They realized they might have gotten a little carried away. This was the Dark Lord.
When he considered you one of his own, he would still ask politely. If he did not consider you one of his own, couldn't he