Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones.

Chapter 761
"These are Muggles! My fellow wizards!" Voldemort said with a sorrowful expression. "They can even turn on their own kind, let alone us? Let alone us? Let alone us!"

Voldemort's voice grew louder and louder with each passing moment.

Each time it got more intense than the last.

His voice resonated with many of the wizards present, who also became excited.

"My fellow wizards, the Muggles want to destroy us! To destroy our race!" Voldemort continued to incite, "and Tyella is their leader!"

Voldemort's fervent voice echoed through the air, every word filled with anger and determination.

The wizards present were infected by his passion, and a fire of resistance against Muggles was ignited in their hearts.

A large group of wizards surrounded Voldemort, their eyes filled with resentment and rage. In this dark age, the wizards' lives were precarious. They sensed a threat from the Muggle world, who would stop at nothing to destroy their existence.

Voldemort spoke sharply, “I have witnessed countless wizards persecuted and executed by Muggles. They cannot comprehend our power and honor, and therefore attempt to strangle us. We cannot stand idly by! We must unite and fight the Muggles to the very end! Now is the time to revitalize our race and defend our existence!”

Voldemort's words slowly spread throughout the Vienna Golden Hall, his powerful voice echoing throughout the hall, captivating all who heard them.

The wizards' eyes burned with fervor and fighting spirit. Clearly, Voldemort had successfully incited them, drawing them to his side with anger and fear towards Muggles, as well as a yearning for freedom and pure blood.

“Mr. Riddle, what you’re saying is a bit—” Seeing the situation about to spiral out of control, Diana had to speak up, but was quickly interrupted by Voldemort. “We are wizards! We are powerful wizards! Powerful blood flows in our veins!” Voldemort said, waving his wand. “We have the finest blood in the world, and unparalleled magical talent! And these Muggles, out of jealousy and fear, try to destroy us! But I tell you, they will never reach our level.”

The wizards responded to Voldemort's words, their cheers reflecting their unwavering support for pure-blood status, wizarding culture, and Voldemort's leadership.

"Muggles are narrow-minded; they see our existence as a threat," Voldemort continued to incite. "They try to limit our power and suppress our freedom. But they are nothing but ants; they will never understand our greatness."

Voldemort's words were filled with boundless hatred as he raised his hand, a beam of dark magical power gathering in his palm.

"And what about those Muggles? What if they created such a powerful civilization? What if they created deadly weapons? They are still just mediocre bloodlines." Voldemort said coldly, "They took our families, our loved ones, and the lives of countless pure-blood wizards! And now? Now, under Tierra's leadership, they want to take away the bloodline we are so proud of. Can you allow that, my fellow wizards?"

"No! We won't agree!" Hearing this, the wizards' anger flared even more, each one seemingly eager to grab their wands and charge into battle against the Muggles.

Voldemort took a deep breath, raised his wand, and gazed at the wizards with a resolute and righteous expression.

"I swear by my life, my wand, and my magic! I will fight for my noble race!" Voldemort solemnly swore. "I will fight for the dignity of pure-blood wizards! We have done no wrong, and we have fought bravely for freedom!"

(End of this chapter)