Hogwarts: Why do you call me the Demon King?

As one of Hogwarts' most outstanding graduates, Voldemort received offers from numerous organizations.

The problem is, no organization can offer better treatment than its own subordinates.

That's for sure.

His underlings all benefited from the family's exchanges of interests, and they all received preferential treatment in terms of resources.

He's an orphan with no connections. Who would make an exchange for him? Who would let him rise to the top overnight for no reason?

Therefore, Voldemort's graduation was his most glorious moment at Hogwarts, with more than a dozen noble scions from pure-blood wizarding families following behind him as his underlings.

That was also his most down-on-his-luck time, because once he left the ivory tower of Hogwarts, he was the worst off in the small group of the Knights of Walpurgis.

Voldemort was always precocious, and he knew very well that once he took a routine job, his achievements in his entire life might not be able to match those of his underlings.

At that time, his underlings will no longer be underlings.

This was something Voldemort could not accept.

So he chose to take a different approach.

The pale soul stared at Isaac and his group, while Voldemort, who still looked somewhat human, stared at them for a while.

"You have an Eastern European face but speak with a perfect London accent; you've taken compound decoctions."

So you don't dare to face me with your true colors?

Once Voldemort calmed down, he immediately noticed the flaws in Isaac and his companions.

In fact, Isaac and his companions don't need to hide themselves in any special way here.

“It’s not that I’m afraid, it’s just that there’s no need.” Isaac pointed to the surrounding environment and the large hole above his head.

“This is Gringotts, and it would be very troublesome to use our own faces. And I happen to hate trouble the most.”

Isaac suddenly clapped his hands and said, "Sorry, I haven't been very considerate of your feelings, Tom."

At 20 years old, you shouldn't be qualified to visit Gringotts vaults of this caliber, right?

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Don't be ashamed. Even if you're not doing well now, you'll do well in the future. It's just a pity you don't have a nose; it makes you look... well, quite distinctive.

Isaac said things that would infuriate Voldemort, but Voldemort held back.

It seems that Voldemort is more accepting of not having a nose in the future than selling his genitals.

Voldemort's soul flickered at age 20. He had created this Horcrux at the age of 20 and had already mastered the knowledge that Horcruxes should have.

His ability to revive from the Horcrux on his own means only one thing.

"I'm completely dead, aren't I?" Voldemort continued before Isaac could answer. "It seems you've come specifically to find me this time."

"How about we make a deal?"

Chapter 113: It's Important to Me Without You

"Take whatever you want from this vault, as much as you can. I don't think you need me to teach you the Seamless Stretch Spell, do you?"

It doesn't matter if we move everything out.

"Just take me away later, and I'll even throw me into Gringotts Hall, no problem, how about it?" 20-year-old Tom offered Isaac a very tempting deal.

Isaac almost lost his composure when he heard it.

Voldemort had long since been revived from Hufflepuff's golden cup.

But when he recovered, he discovered that this strange place was actually a vault of gold.

The vault was overflowing with Galon and Sikor, all sorts of jewel-encrusted bottles and jars, and even a huge number of magical items.

There are also quite a few things like armor.

This looks like the treasury of a wealthy family.

20-year-old Tom had no idea how well he would fare in the future; he just felt that he might have some serious illness in the future.

If you put the Horcrux in the vault, does the hell do you have anything in the vault that can restore his condition?

What use would Tom in his spirit form be against a bunch of Galon?

Do I have to use Galon to recharge my account and then create a new body for myself?

This is a bit outrageous.

Ever since Tom was revived from the Horcrux, he has been waiting for someone to open the vault and let him out.

Instead of the owner of the vault, a group of robbers showed up.

Later, Tom found out that they had come specifically for him.

There's no point in pretending anymore; they clearly know he's been revived.

He had only been silent for a short while when he was already being accused of prostitution. If he continued to remain silent, who knew what rumors would follow?

The worst thing about that bastard is that when he spreads rumors, he doesn't just spread rumors; he also tells some of the truth.

These kinds of rumors, which mix truth and falsehood, are the hardest to dispel.

Once someone confirms the truth of the part, the false part also becomes true.

Tom, at 20, is at an age where he cares about his reputation.

Why did he want to kill Ms. Smith so quickly?

It's all because they don't want their embarrassing past to be exposed.

Although he didn't do anything too outrageous, it's not a good thing to fawn over a woman in her sixties or seventies...

Tom is very clever and generous.

He knew he couldn't control Isaac and the others, so he simply let them take whatever they wanted. But there was one thing that Tom hadn't considered.

"Tom, haven't you thought about this? Is this vault really yours? You're being generous with other people's money..."

"Tsk tsk, senior, your pie-in-the-sky promise doesn't sound very appealing."

Isaac didn't waste any more words with Voldemort; his purpose this time was to confirm that Voldemort's Horcruxes had been revived.

As for the Lestrange family's vault...

The worst thing a prophet can do is worry about money.

“Alright, Tom, it’s time to say goodbye to this world.” Isaac raised his wand and pointed it at 20-year-old Tom Riddle.

To be precise, it was aimed at the Hufflepuff's golden cup behind him.

"You wasteful bastard, you deserve to die."

"Pestis Incendium (Fire)!"

Isaac couldn't cast the Fiendfire spell silently, so he recited the incantation, and blue flames immediately erupted from his wand.

Then, blue Fiendfire began to spread throughout the Lestrange family vault, and a large portion of the Lestrange family's collection began to be consumed by the flames.

Fiery Flame's favorite prey is living beings, but anything that can burn will become its nourishment.

Isaac was focused on controlling Fiendfire. The Fiendfire spell was taught to him by Professor Venda, and the method of controlling Fiendfire was also taught to him by Professor Venda.

Ultimately, however, the control of Fiendfire relies more on the wizard's will.

The wizard's manipulation of Fiendfire is like trying to control a malfunctioning car speeding down the highway from the driver's seat.

Isaac needs to expend a great deal of energy and willpower to control them, and in this state, Isaac's physical strength is also being rapidly depleted.

Therefore, it is inaccurate to simply define magic in the Harry Potter world as magic that uses mental power.

Because this thing requires both mental and physical labor.

The Fiery Curse is a high-intensity mental and physical task.

Isaac's brain needed to analyze at high speed where this "out-of-control" spell was headed next, and his wand was the steering wheel controlling the spell.

Under Isaac's manipulation, the Fiendfire in the vault slowly condensed into a huge dragon head, which then opened its mouth and bit down hard on Hufflepuff's golden cup.

Accompanied by Old Tom's shrill scream, something resembling black mud suddenly splattered from the Hufflepuff Cup, only to be completely blocked by the dragon head formed from Fiendfire.

Eventually, the black mud was worn away by the Fiendfire, and Hufflepuff's golden cup showed the same damage as Ravenclaw's crown.

Isaac glanced at the broken golden cup but had no intention of taking it with him.

"We should go." Isaac glanced at the gaping hole in the ceiling; the Ministry of Magic was almost done with this Ukrainian iron-bellied fellow.

The next step is to search Gringotts.

If they stayed any longer, they would inevitably run into the Aurors led by Scrimgeour, so leaving at this point was just right.

Oh, and there's also the fairy manager who brought them down.

"Professor Snape."

Snape looked at Isaac, waiting for his request.

"Let that goblin lock Fiendfire in the vault." The Fiendfire that Isaac had unleashed was still raging in the Lestrange family's vault.

Fortunately, there is a lot of combustible magical material here, so Isaac doesn't have to worry about the backlash from the Fiendfire for the time being.