As he said that, Voldemort stopped observing other people's expressions. He only needed a general acceptance level of feedback. As long as people's hearts were not completely separated because of what he said, he didn't really care what others thought.

The worst thing is, kill all those with evil intentions and clean up the team, that'll be fine.

"I will inherit the legacy of the Riddle family..."

At this point, the people below were stunned for a moment.

If you say you admit that you have Muggle blood, everyone will think that you are ambitious and intend to take the opportunity to win over people's hearts. Is this the legacy of the Muggle family?

What is there to inherit?

Are there gold mines or magical animal farms?

Voldemort seemed to be able to sense everyone's doubts. He turned his head and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "The Riddle family not only has a Riddle House in Little Hangleton..."

"There is also a territory overseas."

"Saint Riddle!"

"What!" A wizard in the crowd screamed. He hurriedly pushed aside the people in front of him and rushed into the aisle. He looked at Voldemort excitedly, "Saint...Saint Riddle?"

Voldemort seemed to have known this person for a long time, and just nodded with a smile, "Yes, Mr. Emmanuel Cullen."

"Merlin's beard!" The wizard Karen waved his fist excitedly, turned to look at everyone, and beat his chest excitedly, "I, Emmanuel Karen, am the Kingdom of Saint Riddle.

Minister of Magic!"

Someone in the crowd seemed to know him and asked doubtfully, "Oh, Karen, didn't you say that your country with only a few islands has a population of only a few hundred thousand, and the Ministry of Magic can't even get five people, and all of them are

Your home?"

"Yes!" Wizard Cullen smiled proudly, "Because there are too few wizards, the International Federation of Wizards even planned to merge our Ministry of Magic with other ministries of magic. It was my ancestors' strong protest that led to our existence.

The family has ruled that place for nearly three hundred years!”

He looked at Voldemort with some amazement, "When I was a child, I heard from my parents that there used to be a Muggle company that ran everything in the entire country. However, in the summer of 1943, the family behind the Muggle company disappeared, causing the entire company to be destroyed by many Muggle companies.

The melon forces were divided among themselves, and the country has been in chaos for more than fifty years."

Voldemort nodded slightly, "Yes, that is the Riddle family's property. I will take it back. Not only will it be taken back, it will be our new starting point!"

"A Muggle population of hundreds of thousands..."

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, "Enough for me to select tens of thousands of lucky people and give them the ability to feel magic to serve us."

"Sub-wizard..."

"I guess it's a nice buffer between Muggles and wizards."

Suddenly, everyone exclaimed.

It's as if I feel the arrival of a great era, so wonderful and full of possibilities!

"So, spread the word, spread my original name, Tom Riddle, and let more people know it!"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Voldemort raised his arms excitedly and shouted loudly.

"From today on, I resume the name my mother gave me!"

"Gentlemen, my name is Tom Marvolo Riddle!"

I don’t know who shouted first, “Tom Riddle!”

So everyone shouted, "Tom Riddle!" "Tom Riddle!" "Tom Riddle!"

Some crazy believers, oh, such as Bella and her husband Rodolphus Lestrange, habitually follow the etiquette of Death Eaters.

He knelt on the ground with a pious expression.

Suddenly, as the atmosphere heightened, more and more people knelt down.

By the end, almost everyone was kneeling on the ground.

Everyone knelt down sincerely, their faces full of enthusiasm, their hands raised high, cheering the name of the great Dark Lord.

Almost...

It's because there is one person who is not kneeling, standing in the middle of the crowd and looking particularly eye-catching.

That is - Anton.

Anton looked at this familiar scene and recalled his crazy believers. He really didn't understand what the brain circuits of these people were.

If you say worship, then worship, just kneel down like a chicken.

Okay, now you stand alone, it’s really embarrassing, you know?

Just now he was able to salute along with the others, which was nothing. Anyway, the wizarding etiquette formulated and passed down by ancient pure-blood families was mostly elegant, and it would not affect his psychology if he followed it.

Do you want him to kneel down?

Ha~

Anton looked up, and sure enough, Voldemort had already looked towards him, with a dangerous red light flashing in his black eyes, looking inexplicably sinister.
Chapter completed!