Chapter 275 Death Eater Meeting

Voldemort inserted his unusually long fingers into a deep pocket and pulled out a wand.

It was his yew phoenix tail feather wand, his destined partner in life.

He still remembered that the old man who sold him the wand also said that the yew wand was one of the rarest types, and it had a particularly terrifying reputation in duels and casting evil spells, so its ideal partner would never be an ordinary person, either a great man or a demon king.

At that moment, his heart, which was originally unwilling to be ordinary, was instantly ignited, and he must make the whole world remember his name!

This wand was lost in the Potter family when he went to Godric's Hollow to assassinate Harry Potter, who was still a 1-year-old child.

Before his body turned into ashes, he tried his best to hide the wand in a corner of the Potter family with special means, and even the Aurors who came to check at that time could not detect it. In the end, it was Peter Pettigrew, who had transformed into a mouse, who, with the help of his friends, helped him find the wand. He had to give Peter Pettigrew a credit for this.

He stroked the wand gently, then raised it and pointed it at Peter Pettigrew, picked him up from the ground, and threw him onto the tombstone where Harry was tied. Peter Pettigrew fell beside the tombstone and collapsed there crying.

Voldemort turned his bright red eyes to Harry and let out a cold and sharp laugh.

The robe wrapped around Peter Pettigrew's broken arm was soaked with blood. "Master..." Peter Pettigrew choked, "Master...you promised...you promised..."

"Stretch out your arm." Voldemort said lazily.

He stretched out his bloody broken arm, but Voldemort sneered again: "Not this one, Wormtail."

"Master, please... please..."

Voldemort bent down and pulled up Peter Pettigrew's left arm. Although this arm was not bloody, the part below the wrist had disappeared without a trace - that was the price of the sacrifice of dark magic that Peter Pettigrew had performed in order to get rid of the pursuit of Dumbledore, Sirius Black, and Lupin. Poor Peter Pettigrew, he has no hands now.

Voldemort turned a blind eye to Peter Pettigrew's miserable condition. At this moment, he had more important things to do.

Unlike Voldemort in the original book, his arrogance and arrogance had long been worn out during the tragic period when he lost his magic power.

As early as last year, he came into contact with a very powerful black wizard (Schelling). The origin of this black wizard was very mysterious. He had never heard of such a person in the European wizarding world before.

He forced himself to hand over Nagini, which he had originally planned to use as the container of his next Horcrux. At that time, his strength had not recovered, and although he was extremely reluctant, he had to reluctantly give up Nagini.

Then, after Barty Jr. sneaked into Hogwarts for him, according to Barty Jr.'s secret report to him, his plan did not go smoothly.

Several ancient hidden families came out one after another, and the second young master of the Malfoy family also showed extremely amazing strength and performance. It was very difficult to let Harry Potter, a boy with no background and no foundation, win the Goblet of Fire first according to the original plan.

At this time, a group of dark wizards that he met when he traveled in Europe when he was young came to him and tried to help him solve this problem.

As smart as Voldemort was, he would naturally see that this organization had actually had contact with Peter Pettigrew a long time ago. They found him by tracking Peter Pettigrew. Damn it, if he hadn't needed someone to take care of himself at that time, he would have sent Peter Pettigrew to see Merlin long ago.

Fortunately, by accident, these people seemed to have no ill will towards him, and instead offered to help him obtain Harry Potter's blood to achieve resurrection.

Voldemort naturally understood the principle of not accepting rewards without merit, especially from this group of dark wizards known for their selfishness. Voldemort would never believe that they would send him kindness for no reason, and there must be ulterior motives behind it. But he was eager to restore his strength, and even if these people had some calculations behind them, they would have to wait until he restored his strength.

However, it was also because of these reasons that Voldemort, after his successful resurrection, was more cautious and more forbearing than he was in the original book. He knew that the times had changed-

On the stage of this world, it was no longer just him and Dumbledore-

Those pure-blood families who had been hidden from the world, the Malfoy family who suddenly broke the family tradition of single-line inheritance and descended geniuses, this secretive and low-key mysterious dark wizard organization, etc., all suddenly emerged. Behind these forces, there are likely to be old monsters who are enough to threaten themselves.

He is no longer the most powerful Dark Lord who can dominate the world, look down on everything, and act recklessly.

So, the most urgent thing he needs now is to reorganize his own forces as soon as possible!

Peter Pettigrew's sleeves were roughly pulled up to his elbows by Voldemort. There was something on his skin, a bright red tattoo pattern - a snake spitting out of a skull's mouth, which was the Dark Mark.

He pressed his long, pale index finger on Peter Pettigrew's arm.

Harry screamed because the scar on his forehead hurt again.

Peter Pettigrew wailed again, as if his arm was being burned by flames. After Voldemort removed his fingers from Peter Pettigrew's mark, the mark changed from its original bright red to a dark color.

Voldemort showed a cruel and complacent look on his face. He straightened up, raised his head, and scanned the dark cemetery.

"How many have the guts to come back after feeling it?" he murmured, his glowing red eyes fixed on the stars, "and how many are foolish enough not to come?"

The air was suddenly filled with the rustle of cloaks. Between the graves, behind the fir trees, in every shadowy place wizards were Apparating.

They were all hooded, their faces covered. They came one by one...slowly, carefully, as if they couldn't believe their eyes.

Voldemort stood there in silence, waiting. One Death Eater knelt, crawled to Voldemort, and kissed the hem of his black robes.

The Death Eaters behind him did the same, each of them crawled to Voldemort on his knees, kissed his robes, then stepped aside, stood up, and silently formed a circle around Tom Riddle's grave, Harry, Voldemort, and Wormtail, who was lying on the ground sobbing and twitching.

But there were still some gaps in the circle, as if waiting for others to join. However, Voldemort seemed to no longer expect anyone to come. He looked around at the hooded faces. Although there was no wind, there seemed to be a slight rustling sound in the circle, as if the circle shivered.

Voldemort was very angry, really angry.

He had never expected that there would be so few people coming!

He had originally expected that there would be a few people like Karkaroff who would no longer dare to appear in front of him, but he always thought that under the threat of the Dark Mark, he could easily track these people, how dare they really betray him.

He was still quite confident in his deterrence. He expected that at least thirty people would respond to his call tonight anyway, but he didn't expect that now he looked over and couldn't even get ten people together!

"Very good!" He whispered: "Very good!" His voice was as sharp as a snake's voice, but it made the masked wizards around him tremble without exception.

"It seems that during the time when I lost my power, many people had thoughts that they shouldn't have and decided to leave our big family..." He said with a grim look: "It seems that I need to let them know the consequences of betraying me..."

"Avery!"

One of the people in the circle suddenly fell to the ground. He crawled at Voldemort's feet, shaking from head to toe.

"Master!" he screamed, "Master, forgive me! Forgive us!"

"I know that the Lestranges, Dolohov, Mulciber, Rookwood, and Travers are all in Azkaban. They are loyal and would rather go to Azkaban than betray me... When Azkaban is breached, they will get rewards they can't even dream of." Voldemort said coldly, "But what about the others who didn't come!"

"Master," Avery said carefully, "Since the Malfoy family has a genius second young master, Lucius has drifted away from us, and so have several vassal families such as Goyle and Crabbe..."

"Lucius..." Voldemort's voice was so cold that the air almost froze out ice chips, "Dare to betray me... Then-"

"Then, what about Nott? Brother Carrow "Where's my sister? Where's Rowle?"

"Master," another tall and thin Death Eater stood up, his voice was low and cold, obviously used to being in a high position, "Dolphin was later arrested by the Aurors for participating in illegal activities in Knockturn Alley and was sent to Azkaban. Not long after he was arrested, the Rowle family's ancestral home was captured, and the entire Rowle family was inexplicably annihilated. "

"Oh, is there such a thing?" Voldemort raised his eyes high, with a red fierce light flashing in his pupils. The Rowle family has a high status among the Death Eaters, because it is this family that is responsible for recruiting brutal and ferocious werewolves to his command, "Yaxley, do you know something? Tell me more clearly."

The identity of this tall and thin Death Eater is obvious, it is Coban Yaxley.

Coban Yaxley, one of the 28 holy pure-blood families, the head of the Yaxley family. Today, when the pure-blood families are declining, the Yaxley family is still in the top three, second only to the Malfoy family and the Selwyn family.

Coban is no ordinary person. He is ruthless and has a high level of attainment in the Imperius Curse and the Charm Curse, and can easily win the favor of others without making any noise. With the help of his family's wealth, he successfully escaped after Voldemort's fall last time, and with his charms, he made friends with a number of senior officials and successfully rose to a position in the Ministry of Magic.

(Note: His high position in the Ministry of Magic and his proficiency in the Imperius Curse are official positions. After Scrimmage took office, he could easily approach Scrimmage's inner circle, as evidenced by his use of the Imperius Curse to control Pius Sinix, the Director of the Department of Law Enforcement)

"Yes, Master. Rowle is not the only example of a family being exterminated," said Yaxley. "Earlier, the Lestrange family was attacked by a group of werewolves and was exterminated. The only three members of the entire Lestrange family are still in Azkaban."

"You mean werewolves?" Voldemort's pupils shrank slightly, "That's not..."

"Yes, werewolves. They are the werewolves that have always been on good terms with the Rowle family, and the Rowle family is responsible for negotiating with them," Yaxley saw Voldemort's doubts and confirmed his statement again in an affirmative tone.

He continued, "For this matter, everyone blamed Thorfinn a lot, blaming him for not handling this matter well. Now thinking back, it seems that the whole thing is weird..."