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"You too!"
Just as he had summoned Voldemort's soul, he was attacked from behind by Nagini—but he caught her in his hand with a quick backhanded grab.
"Come out."
Activating his soul-absorption ability, he forcefully extracted another piece of Voldemort's soul hidden within Nagini's body.
"Once I pull the one out of Harry's forehead, I'll have three pieces. Fusing them into a soul elixir will be perfect."
In this world, there weren't many powerful souls worth absorbing. Voldemort's soul was already one of the highest-tier options.
Only Dumbledore might be stronger.
As for those magical creatures—like mindless dragons—their souls were even weaker than an average wizard's.
"Be good. From now on, you're my pet!"
After temporarily sealing both Voldemort's main soul and the fragment, George let a special kind of qi flow from his hand, wrapping around Nagini.
In the new world, among the yiren (mystics), there was a long-standing sect known as the Beast Tamer Sect.
They specialized in using their qi to communicate with animals, gaining control over them to assist in battle.
Back when he was ambushed by various yiren after the Luotian Dajiao ended, one of them was from the Beast Tamer Sect. George had conveniently copied their magical techniques.
Now, it was the perfect time to use them on Nagini.
"Master, is everything alright in there?"
Hearing the commotion, Wormtail—who had served Voldemort like a servant—stood nervously outside the door and asked cautiously.
"It's fine. Go summon everyone again. I've changed the plan."
Imitating Voldemort's voice and tone, George gave the order to Wormtail outside.
Wormtail, terrified of Voldemort to his core, dared not question him. He hurried off to find Lucius and gather the Death Eaters again.
Once Wormtail left, George split off a thought-projection and used Transfiguration to take on Voldemort's appearance. His real body Apparated back to the Burrow.
In less than twenty minutes, the main hall was filled with Death Eaters again, though many wore expressions of confusion.
George sat in Voldemort's former seat, with Nagini coiled obediently beside him.
"I thought it over and realized the previous plan wasn't ideal. So I've decided to reveal myself after tomorrow's Quidditch match, letting the world know I've returned."
"…"
The room fell silent.
Hadn't he just said the Quidditch World Cup was when the Ministry of Magic would be on high alert? That they should wait until it passed before taking action? Wasn't the whole strategy to slowly infiltrate the Ministry over the coming year?
Why suddenly appear in public now?
This completely overturned everything they had just discussed—and sounded utterly reckless.
If it weren't for his unchanged appearance and the fact that Nagini was still obediently by his side, they might have suspected he wasn't even Voldemort.
After all, the Quidditch World Cup drew wizards from all over the world, not just London.
Even if Voldemort were powerful, if over 100,000 wizards attacked him at once, there'd be no surviving that.
Not to mention Dumbledore might be present too.
It was practically suicide.
"Master, perhaps we could just cast the Dark Mark? That way, people will know you've returned, without you needing to appear in person. Showing up might be too dangerous," one of the more rational Death Eaters suggested hesitantly.
It wasn't just Voldemort who would be at risk—everyone involved would be endangered too.
But before he finished speaking, a flash of green light struck him, and his body instantly disintegrated into nothingness.
"Now then—who agrees? And who opposes?"
George lowered his hand and revealed a cruel smile.
The Death Eaters in this room, to be honest, wouldn't be missed if they died—including Malfoy himself.
So he felt no guilt in killing them.
"Master is wise!"
The rest trembled in fear and nodded frantically, like chickens pecking grain.
Since Voldemort's return, he had become increasingly unpredictable. Just making a suggestion was enough to get someone killed.
In the past, even if someone offended him, he would at most cast the Cruciatus Curse to torment them.
"You're becoming more and more charming, my Dark Lord~!"
Of course, not everyone was paralyzed with fear.
The fair-weather Death Eaters certainly were, but the ones who had been tortured by Dementors for years and still remained loyal—those true believers—were as devoted as ever.
None more so than Bellatrix.
Her expression as she gazed at George could only be described as… orgasmic.
George suspected she probably had a masochistic streak.
But that was normal. Voldemort's most devoted followers were willing to die for him without hesitation. Their fanaticism rivaled any cultist's.
On the other hand, those like Malfoy and the other fence-sitters had only followed Voldemort for personal gain.
Now, they were stuck on this sinking ship, afraid of Voldemort's power—and forced to remain.
If ordered to die, of course they'd be unwilling.
"Don't worry. I wouldn't do this unless I was certain of success.
Lucius, you and the others don't need to show yourselves tomorrow. Keep to your roles and don't arouse suspicion at the Ministry.
I'll appear with Bellatrix alone."
"Understood, Master. If there's anything you need from us, we'll cooperate wholeheartedly."
Hearing this, Lucius and the others finally breathed a sigh of relief.
This meant they could play it by ear. If Voldemort's side got wiped out, they'd just remain part of high society.
Revealing themselves to save him would never happen.
But if Voldemort survived being besieged by tens of thousands of wizards, that would mean he was stronger than ever—and they could continue following him to glory.
"I don't need your cooperation. What I need is for you to spread the word afterward—draw in as many wizards as possible."
George stood up and, imitating Voldemort's mannerisms, walked behind Lucius.
"Do your job well, and I won't forget it. Your son can attend school as usual. No need to kill Harry Potter anymore. He's no longer important to me."
Why appear publicly at the Quidditch World Cup?
Because it was the best chance to involve the global wizarding community in his upcoming plans.
While Voldemort was feared as the Dark Lord, his influence was mostly limited to the UK. He never reached the global scale of someone like Grindelwald.
This year's Quidditch World Cup was held in the UK, and according to the Ministry, over 100,000 wizards would attend.
A hundred thousand! There were only a few hundred thousand wizards worldwide. Once you subtracted the old, weak, and infirm, the number of truly influential wizards was small.
So, if tomorrow went well, his plans would advance dramatically.
If everything went smoothly, he could become the new Minister of Magic within a month, the global leader of wizards within a year, and within three years—ruler of the world.
By the time Hermione and the others graduated, he might already control both the wizarding and Muggle worlds.
(End of Chapter)