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Lucius Malfoy was a proud man. He had everything that anyone could ever want, a good wife who presented a perfect picture of dignity, a young heir to carry on his bloodline and of course his enormous wealth. He was proud to be the richest wizard in Britain as declared so by the Daily Prophet.
But they didn't even know half of it, no good self respecting wizard would keep his most prized possessions in the care of filthy money grubbing goblins. He had his own secret vault where every single item kept had more value than the entire fortunes of most of the Wizarding families. Especially since he had some very priceless and very illegal items in his collection.
So when one lovely evening he went to check up on his most prized possessions and found the entire secret room empty with just a symbol of "V" with Lord Voldemort engraved on it, at the topmost pedestal, one can only imagine how loud his cry of anguish must have been.
Lucius had often thought the tales of the greatest thief of the century were no more than exaggerations of the gossip loving people of Wizarding Britain. But now he could no longer deny it. It seemed he was the latest victim of Lord Voldemort, the nightmare of many purebloods who had lost their entire fortunes at his hands and he could do nothing about it.
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Tom Riddle was a name well known in the muggle world as the richest person alive. He was the CEO of Warren Industries whose value had skyrocketed after he took his position. An orphan who had inherited everything from his adoptive father and whom no one had ever seen in person. It made him a bit mysterious for sure but that only made the people even more curious about him.
He was well into his sixties but still ruled the business world with an iron fist. No one dared to cross him because though there was no proof, each and every person who had dared to do so was completely destroyed socially and financially before they could do anything.
At the same time Lord Slytherin was the most feared and the most respected person in Wizarding Britain. He had control of the Gaunt, Slytherin and the Peverell seats ( which made him a powerhouse with a lot of votes) and had changed so much after entering the Wizengamot, that both the light and the dark families were wary of him. But the power he exuded was a thing to be feared as well as respected. No one knew his true face as he always wore a mask. But it was well known that Nicolas Flamel himself had taken him as an apprentice and after only two years he had declared himself exhausted of any more things to teach the Slytherin heir. That was when he had officially taken his lordship.
But no one knew that both Tom Riddle, 'the CEO', and Lord Slytherin were one and the same. Not only that but Tom had another identity that was rather famous, 'Lord Voldemort', the nightmare of many rich purebloods and ministry bureaucrats who had lost their entire fortunes at his hands and had fallen down to the bottom of the social ladder after having all their secrets publicly revealed. Today was the turn of Umbitch ( ahem, I mean Umbridge). She had been behind a lot of bills against dark creatures and was a thorn in his side.
Lord Voldemort was standing disillusioned outside a pink colored mansion, and he had a walkie talkie connected to his assistant, lawyer and sister Myrtle.He also had an invisible bot flying next to him
"Come in V, over"
"Go for V, over"
"What's your 20, over"
"Outside Umbitch house, over"
"The evidence required is inside the secret room somewhere in her house, over"
"Copy. Disabling house wards, over", he said while shooting his first arrow towards the house. These arrows were his own inventions that had been made by carving adaptive runes so that they automatically adjusted according to his requirements. They also completely disappeared after use leaving no trace at all.
"Checking for house elves. None found. Only two cats and Umbitch herself present, over" The bot had scanned the mansion. It was a precaution they always took after nearly getting caught by a house elf in the beginning of their plans.
Tom shot another arrow which went straight through the wall and released a gas which quickly spread throughout the mansion. " All present have been put into a deep sleep. Scan for highest concentration of magical residue, over"
"Roger. Found it in the basement, sending you to the location, over" He felt the portkey function of his suit activating and in a matter of seconds he was inside Umbitch's secret room. He shot a few arrows which released a magical net that quickly collected everything kept there and portkeyed themselves back to the base.
"Objective achieved, returning back to the base. Over and out." Tom smirked as he left a 'V' on the largest shelf for Umbitch to find and promptly activated his portkey.
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Tom was finally back to his home after a long day at the ministry. After freshening up a bit he went straight to the basement where he and Myrtle worked together.
"This Umbitch is seriously a nutcase. I mean illegal abductions, false cases, bribes, possession of illegal torture devices, use of those devices on people including minors, just to eradicate everyone except the purebloods. The only thing she hasn't done is murder." Myrtle exclaimed while going through everything he had brought.
"But with these proofs in our hands we can acquit every innocent she has thrown behind the bars including Hagrid and Fenerir." Tom smirked at her which she replied with one of her own and said, "Oh! the next Wizengamot meeting is going to be so much fun. I will personally escort Umbitch to the depths of hell. Seriously this is why I decided to become a lawyer. Destroying her is going to feel amazing."