Voldemort's Speech!

The army of Death Eaters had assembled, standing densely packed in the square, ready to march on the Hebrides at any moment.

Two months ago, they lost Dragon Island and also lost air superiority.

The casualties were extremely heavy; the vampire and Troll army was almost wiped out.

A summer has passed, and the first day of September has just arrived. The Death Eaters haven't even recovered from the shock when another great battle is about to begin.

The destination is still that "Waterloo" place; it's impossible not to be afraid.

The morale of the Death Eaters army plummeted, and no one was optimistic about the war.

A figure appeared; Voldemort slowly paced around, his snake-like eyes scanning the surroundings.

He raised his ferocious face, opened his two narrow nostrils, and sniffed.

"Fear," he said, "I can smell fear permeating the air."

No one spoke, no one dared to move; they all stared silently at the Dark Lord.

Voldemort did not immediately issue the order, but instead looked at the dark forces he had built up over fifty years.

Grindelwald has gone to ambush Dumbledore; he outwardly tells everyone that the battle will take place on the Isles of Breeze, but in reality, he intends to attack Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic.

The secrecy was so well maintained that Voldemort had never been so confident.

The rise and fall of the Death Eaters hinges on this!

But their morale is not good right now; they must be shaken up!

Voldemort, a master orator, decided to say something to boost morale and ignite everyone's fighting spirit.

After all, this is most likely the final battle that will decide the fate of the world!

After this war, Britain will be in his grasp, so there has to be some ceremony involved.

The Dark Lord looked down at the crowd with his red eyes:

"When I was a child, someone found me and told me for the first time that I was a wizard..."

The entire army fell silent, listening intently to Voldemort's speech.

He also used a burning wardrobe to frighten me when I was young, forcing me to apologize and atone to someone weaker than myself.

A small commotion broke out among the Death Eaters, many of them secretly exchanging glances, wondering who this wizard was.

They have the audacity to bully a child like Fu!

Are you out of your mind?!

"Master, who is that person? Is he still alive? I'll go and kill him for you!"

The Death Eaters, Bott, in an attempt to stand out, shouted indignantly.

This won applause from many people.

"He is our beloved Albus Dumbledore," Voldemort said mockingly. "That hypocritical old man who's always spouting love."

Okay... it's Dumbledore, then it's alright.

So what if they bully me? They're bullying me now anyway.

Bott kept his mouth shut, as if he wasn't the one who had just been about to take revenge.

"I am very grateful to Dumbledore for teaching me one thing before I even entered the wizarding world!"

Voldemort sneered:

"Power and the right to speak are only in the hands of the more powerful!"

If you are not strong enough, the stronger can make you submit and bow down to the weaker!

"So, I asked myself..." The Earth Demon's mouth twitched into a sinister smile.

"Wizards are so much more powerful than Muggle, so why do they have no voice and have to hide in the shadows like pitiful rats?"

Everyone fell silent.

It seems, it seems... that's been the case for hundreds of years.

Voldemort seemed to know what the Death Eaters were thinking, and he said sharply:

"Just because it's always been this way, does that mean it's right?!"

"In fact, we once ruled this land, like kings of Muggle."

The Dark Lord's voice was deep and resonant, like a venomous serpent from the abyss.

"Freedom to use magic, manors and castles, countless treasures, a life of luxury, and the worship of Muggle..."

We've had all of these!

Voldemort roared:

"But we lost it all, and now Muggle are enjoying everything we once had!"

If you comfort yourself by saying that this happened a long time ago, and that you're living in peace now with neither side interfering with the other... then you're sorely mistaken.

Because this kind of loss is continuing right now, playing out on this land!

Everyone looked up at the Dark Lord.

Voldemort's voice was hoarse, and his eyes gleamed with an eerie red light.

"These despicable creatures, domesticated Goblin, have been our servants since their very existence."

"At this point, someone suggested that the House-elf be set free, paid wages, and given the same rights as wizards!"

Have you ever heard of slaves and masters sitting on equal footing, eating at the same table?!

"No!"

"No!!"

Many Pure-blood families wizards roared.

This group has the largest number of House-elf.

This is harming their interests!!

Voldemort gazed at the dark army of Death Eaters and smiled:

Who should be held responsible for our current situation?

"Mudblood!"

Voldemort raised his right hand, bending three fingers and straightening the other two, and placed it on his forehead.

"Whether in the past or present, Mudblood are unpopular and unnecessary."

But they're everywhere now, like cockroaches, appearing all around us!

Voldemort brought his fingers together and swung his arm forward:

Magic only blossoms in a very few souls.

So why do these Mudblood, whose parents are all Muggle, have children with magical talents?!

Because they stole the talents of Pure-blood wizard and plundered our wealth and living space.

They infiltrated our ranks, colluded with Muggle, and concocted the "International Statute of Secrecy" to drive us away.

Let's take a look at the so-called "International Statute of Secrecy"...

Voldemort pulled out a book and read aloud:

"Any magical activity that may attract the attention of non- Wizarding World members (Muggle) is a serious violation of the law;"

When dealing with Muggle, wizards and witches should dress exactly as Muggle would.

Attacking Muggle with magic is illegal...

Voldemort hurled the book to the ground in a rage, shouting:

"These are just a few examples; many more unequal laws are written on them."

You say,

On what grounds?

Why must the strong bow down to the weak?

This is completely different from the principle that Dumbledore showed me back then!

Voldemort raised his arm high and said in a highly inflammatory tone:

"Muggle are attempting to steal our magical powers through marriage with Pure-blood and so-called technology."

They've colluded with Pure-blood traitors, seeking to taint our noble lineage with their filthy blood and overthrow our rule!

Voldemort raised his right arm high, his fingers pressed together in front of him, his voice carrying a magical quality.

"We must drive this plague out of the magical world."

The most effective drug is Avada Kedavra!

This is the best way to cure these scumbags.

"We will destroy the old world and build a new world that is stronger, purer, and dominated by Pure-blood!"

You are all masters of this world!

Kill them all!

"Kill them all!!"

The Death Eaters roared wildly, their low morale vanished, and they became more united and spirited than ever before.

Voldemort smiled with satisfaction.

"Friends, Death Eaters, wizards, those creatures that roam the darkness..."

This is a war, a war that is about to break out tonight.

But victory is already in my grasp! Tonight, the blood of the Mudblood will stain the earth red!

Voldemort's voice echoed across the square.

"March in Hogwarts and... wipe them out!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the vast army surged forward swiftly into the distance.