"I am Voldemort."

Three simple words made the six people opposite him instantly look down.

"Voldemort? The Dark Lord who was beaten away by little Harry and whose name cannot even be mentioned?"

"Wow, this looks too ugly!"

Although the joke was a little inappropriate, Fred and George said it anyway.

"It must be ugly." Vincent lowered Enfield and quietly hid his left hand behind his back.

"I haven't seen the sun for eleven years, and I'm so deficient in calcium that I'm like this."

Voldemort grinned widely, "I'm very happy that another wizard dares to call me by my name.

But it is a pity that you are all just a group of little wizards who have not yet graduated."

He raised his yew wand, "But I can give you a chance, as long as-"

Vincent quickly used the transformation technique to untie the "blowpipe".

Before it could completely return to its original size, he had already pulled the trigger.

…
Chapter completed!