A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 1100 Voldemort's Speech!

September 1st,

To the astonishment of all the Death Eaters, they received an order.

From the organization's supreme leader—the great Dark Lord—the eternally healthy leader—Voldemort.

Thus, upon receiving this order, the Death Eater army assembled in the shortest possible time, standing densely packed in the square.

Be ready to travel to the Hebrides Islands at any time.

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

The casualties were extremely heavy, with the vampire and giant army basically wiped out.

Before the Death Eaters could recover from their previous defeat, they were at war again after a summer's time.

The destination is still this "Waterloo," so it's impossible not to be afraid.

Therefore, before setting off, the morale of the Death Eater 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 and sniffed through his two narrow nostrils.

“Fear,” he said. “I could smell fear in the air.”

No one spoke, no one dared to move, they all silently stared 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 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 the morale right now is not good; we must shake them 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, and he needs to have some sense of ceremony.

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 the weaker ones."

A small commotion broke out among the Death Eaters, with many secretly exchanging glances and speculating about the identity of the wizard.

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 Eater, Bolt, 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 talks a lot about love."

Okay... it's Old Deng, then it's alright.

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

Bot 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 Muggles, 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 Muggles."

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

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

We've had all of these!

Voldemort roared:

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

"If you comfort yourself by saying that this happened a long time ago and that you are now living in peace and not interfering with each other... then you are making a big mistake."

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 fairies, have been our servants since their very existence."

"At this time, someone suggested that the house-elves be set free, paid wages, and given the same rights as wizards!"

Have you ever heard of a slave and master sitting on equal footing, eating at the same table?!

"No!"

"No!!"

Many pure-blood wizards roared.

This group has the largest number of home-raised Pokémon.

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 fingers together, and placed them on his forehead.

"Whether in the past or present, mud-blooded people are unwelcome and unnecessary."

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

Voldemort brought his fingers together and swung his arm forward:

"Magic can only bloom in a very few souls."

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

Because they stole the talents of pure-blood wizards and plundered our wealth and living space.

They infiltrated our ranks and colluded with Muggles to create the "Secrecy Act," which drove us away.

Let's take a look at the so-called "Secrecy Law"...

Voldemort pulled out a book and read aloud:

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

When dealing with Muggles, wizards and witches should dress exactly as Muggles do;

Attacking Muggles with magic is illegal...

Voldemort hurled the book to the ground, roaring:

"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 lesson Dumbledore taught me back then!

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

"Muggles are attempting to steal our magical powers through so-called technology by marrying pure-bloods."

They colluded with pure-blooded traitors, wanting 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 impurities.

"We will destroy the old world and build a new world that is stronger, purer, and dominated by pure bloodlines!"

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, 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 Mudbloods will stain the earth red!

Voldemort's voice echoed across the square.

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

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

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(End of this chapter)