Chapter 243 Establish Your Authority!

Antonin Dolohov's body immediately tensed up because of the 'boy' opposite.

As a pure-blood activist, he has always been keen on torturing Muggles and those who do not support the Dark Lord.

He is even one of the very few people who knows the Dark Lord's true identity because of their friendship when they were young. However, his trust in the Dark Lord had gradually been shaken over the course of the year.

On the one hand, since the Death Eaters have been established for so long, as the leader, the Dark Lord has never led them to do any big things - come on, are Dumbledore and Grindelwald that scary?

On the other hand, in Dolohov's eyes, the Dark Lord does not seem to be that powerful anymore... Although the curse just now was quick and left no trace, the unlucky guy who was cursed just cried out - as someone who has experienced it For someone who was under the Cruciatus Curse, he felt that this was not the normal level of the Dark Lord.

Apart from these two factors, the most important and difficult thing for Dolohov to accept is that the terrible, evil, cruel Dark Lord seems to have forgotten his identity.

He actually chose a mudblood as his new body!

This is unacceptable to Dolokhov!

As a noble pure-blood wizard and an excellent spellcaster, Antonin Dolokhov has always been highly confident. When he joined the Death Eaters, he recognized the power of the Dark Lord and wanted to learn a higher form of cruelty from him. At the same time, he longed for the new world that the other party once described - Muggles becoming pig-like pets, and Mudbloods They are their slaves.

But now, after the powerful Dark Lord was jointly dealt with by Dumbledore and Grindelwald, he actually took over the body of a dirty, despicable Mudblood in order to survive?

Tom Riddle - Dolohov had already called him this in his heart. In his opinion, the other man was no longer worthy of being his master.

If he wants the other person to become a terrifying monster, then he is still the most loyal servant of his master. But he got into the body of a mudblood - the Dark Lord had fallen to this point and was no longer worthy of his allegiance.

Of course, with his prestige still there, Dolokhov was not prepared to fall out with the opponent on the spot. He, he was still a little afraid of the opponent. However, he has always had a good relationship with most of the Death Eaters, and his strength is outstanding enough. After this gathering, he can find a way to slowly withdraw from this organization that has made him dissatisfied.

What Dolokhov didn't expect was that with a twist of the wand, he became the chosen 'lucky wizard'.

What he didn't expect was that Sean only held it with one hand, without a wand or a spell. The brief surge of magic power almost made him tremble!

He is a powerful wizard and a fanatical duelist, but he has never been like this in his life! Such a strong sense of crisis!

Dolokhov had no time to take out his wand or recite the spell, and the wandless and silent defensive spell was instinctively released.

However, the opportunity to fear and tremble is left to other lucky people.

In the horrified eyes of the Death Eaters, Antonin Dolohov had no power to resist, and there was not even an explosion from the collision of spells.

Still wearing a mask, he opened his mouth to a terrifying extent, and hot flames came out of his mouth, nostrils, eyes, and ears.

Without struggling or screaming, Dolokhov instantly turned into a self-igniting fireman. In just a short moment, only the charred human form with its arms raised was left in the living room.

"Huh..." Sean, who was sitting at the front, blew gently, and the ashes dissipated into the air.

The remaining Death Eaters all trembled. They lowered their heads firmly and crouched down. The sweat on their foreheads was not only due to the high temperature just now, but also because of the unspeakable fear.

No one was suspicious anymore, and no one even dared to look up at the young man in the first seat.

Their master, the Dark Lord who had almost touched the edge of magic, is back. He has not lost his strength because of his new body, and is even stronger!

Although Dolohov did not unmask, the Death Eaters all knew each other's identities. This most powerful wizard among the Death Eaters completely disappeared from the world in just one second!

They have never doubted that the Dark Lord has the ability to cast spells silently without a wand, but the limitations of magic are there. Wandless and silent will eventually lose some power, but...

The few people closest to Dolohov swallowed and secretly glanced at the last ashes on the ground. One side of their bodies was in pain from the high temperature just now, but they did not dare to move.

Who knows if the Dark Lord's wand will turn again?

Sean raised his eyebrows and showed a regretful smile: "Oh my God, I was just preparing to give him a warm hug. Tsk, tut, this is my fault, I should regret it - ha."

Killing chickens to scare monkeys is indeed effective... Sean sighed in a funny tone in his heart.

However, the burning of self that Grindelwald taught him was unexpectedly terrifying. In order to establish his authority and intimidate others, and to dispel the doubts of the Death Eaters, Sean had been prepared to do this from the beginning.

Use a little needle-pricking charm as an appetizer, then go all out on the hapless 'chicken'.

He mobilized the power of the Obscurus, and with the blessing of Hermione Granger's memories, his wandless and silent spells were not weakened in any way, and even received a magic amplification!

The effect of the golden items was better than he imagined, and the increase in power of the fortieth spell was far greater than expected!

This time, the Death Eaters, who are good at adapting to the situation and relying on authority, are more obedient than the house elves, let alone anyone who dares to question Sean's identity.

No kidding, how could an impostor cast such a terrible curse casually? Only the powerful Dark Lord can do this.

After casting the one-time spell, Sean calmly opened his hands: "Come on, raise your heads, my friends."

The group of dark wizards who were originally the most cruel people in this era raised their heads obediently, waiting for the instructions of an underage wizard.

Sean shook his head sadly: "We have just lost a comrade. Oh, Dolohov, your joyful expression when torturing Muggles will always be sealed in my heart - okay, let us have a moment of silence. .”

The Death Eaters quickly lowered their heads, and then raised their heads obediently after "three, two, one."

They saw the Dark Lord smile as he reached for his wand on the table.

The remaining four Death Eaters who had not yet taken off their masks all shivered. They trembled and almost wanted to slap themselves loudly.

I was just immersed in fear and forgot... I forgot that I was one of the "lucky ones" waiting to be selected.

The four people immediately took off their masks. Sean didn't even see each other's faces clearly. They crawled to the ground, and then quickly climbed to Sean's feet.

"Master, Master, please forgive my stupidity. Your loyal servant was too worried about your safety during this period, which made me dizzy..." The four of them kissed the hem of Sean's robe.

Magic is power... Looking at the four people below him, Sean came up with this idea.

It was enough to kill the chickens to scare the monkeys, the Death Eaters no longer had any suspicion, and he was not prepared to kill these guys again.

Of course, another reason is that the magic he casts next is far less powerful than the previous one...

Sean put on a tolerant attitude, and he patted the cheeks of those people gently: "My friends, I sincerely hope that there will be no next time, otherwise, such a kind Dark Lord will feel It’s embarrassing~”

"Yes! Yes! Praise be to thy mercy!"

Sean waved his hand casually: "Bella, give them an unforgettable impression after the party."

"Yes, my master!" Bella was trembling with excitement.

As expected of a master, he is still so fascinating, and he is already rewarding me... Bella's eyes are wild and obsessed.

The relationship between Antonin Dolohov and her was not good. The other party would often tease him about his sister Andromeda Tonks, who was married to a Mudblood.

Among these idiots who questioned the master's authority, Dolokhov was used to establish his authority. Was there a sense of rewarding himself?

Master, indeed he prefers me more... Bella thought intoxicatedly.

Sean noticed the other party's enthusiastic expression and felt a little strange, but he didn't say much.

Fanatic believers are normal, especially when Bella comes from a twisted family like Blake.

He scanned the area, identifying the Death Eaters he knew.

Regulus Black, who was sitting on his right with his head half-bowed, was easily identifiable. He had many similarities with his brother Sirius, and he was also a handsome wizard.

On the left is Riddle...no, now his three fanatical followers, the Lestrange family. Bella with her husband Rodolphus Lestrange, and her husband's brother, Rabastan Lestrange.

Rodolphus didn't seem to care at all about his wife's fanatical obsession with Riddle. He looked at him as passionately as his wife.

The two of them haven't had a child for so long, so Rodolphus must be a crook... Sean secretly guessed.

Next to Regulus was a young wizard, licking his lips excitedly, his eyes full of anticipation. Barty Crouch Jr., Riddle's confidant and loyalist, even knows some of Riddle's past.

Of course, there is no need to say more about the Malfoys, but the loyalty of these two people is as uncertain as tumbleweeds.

In addition to these people around them, there are also big stupid men like Old Goyle and Old Crabbe who can be recognized at a glance. They are as thick and stupid as their sons.

However, Snape did not come, Peter Pettigrew was not seen, and Durmstrang's headmaster Igor Karkaroff was not here either.

After silently matching the information in his mind with each Death Eater, and then ranking them according to loyalty and strength, Sean stood up.

"Do you know why I didn't respond to you before?" Sean showed an unclear smile.

"Master, were you still recovering at that time? I called you many times." Little Barty asked respectfully.

"But the master heard my call -" Bella said, vying for favor.

Sean smiled slightly: "Barty, Bella, I have seen your loyalty. In the future, you will receive unimaginable rewards."

Under the excited and expectant eyes of the two people, Sean slowly walked up and said: "Sean Wallop, the original owner of this body, I once carried out operations against him, and that idiot Quirrell messed up He also caused me to fall into the trap of Dumbledore and Grindelwald."

"Damn! Damn you idiot!" Bella screamed.

"But, ha--" Sean imitated Voldemort's morbid pride and stretched out his hands, "Your master was somewhat prepared after all, and those two stupid old men were still fooled, ha-ha-"

"Ehhahaha——" The Death Eaters all laughed in unison with him.

Why is it like a lunatic club...

Sean suppressed the desire to complain in his heart and continued to play Voldemort.

"Shaun Wallop, this lovely young man who was of great use to me fell into the hands of the great Dark Lord!"

The Death Eaters praised Sean's foresight one by one.

"But -" Sean narrowed his eyes and changed the topic, "For my plan, I must continue to operate under the eyes of those two immortals, and gradually, I learned some news..."

The Death Eaters felt the chill in their master's words, and all of them hunched up unconsciously.

Sean glanced at everyone coldly: "My friends, those of you who are united under the Dark Mark...someone - betrayed me!"

The Lestranges and Barty Jr. all stood up angrily and pointed their wands at everyone else.

"Master, who is that despicable betrayer!"

"Don't be excited - I have to say that the new body still has limitations," Sean stroked his forehead, "Oh, oh, your master has become too weak and cannot even detect the traitor hiding himself. .”

Weak... The remaining Death Eaters shuddered, Dolohov's ashes had not completely dissipated...

Little Barty narrowed his eyes and looked at Sean: "Master, a few people are not here tonight - Snape, he has been working under Dumbledore."

"Severus' loyalty does not need to be questioned, Barty," Sean twitched his lips, "I have my own arrangements for some people and some things."

"Yes Master."

Sean showed a sinister smile: "Everyone, show your dark mark——"

Although there is fear in the heart, and some people do have evil intentions, but the tragic example is right in front of them, no one dares to hesitate.

Everyone rolled up their robes to reveal the Dark Mark.

Sean took out his wand and pointed it at the nearest Lucius's forearm. In Lucius's somewhat frightened eyes, the Dark Mark became lighter and fainter, then disappeared. Then, a new dark Mark appeared. out.

"Master, master..." Lucius looked at Sean tremblingly.

"Don't worry, as long as you stay loyal to me, the new mark won't do any harm - of course, there are some guys with evil intentions. When you try to betray me and betray everyone here, be prepared to meet me - —" Sean showed an inexplicable smile.

In this way, no one dared to resist, Sean eliminated the Dark Marks that Voldemort had planted one after another, and then replaced them with his own.

When the last one was finished, Sean raised his eyebrows with satisfaction.

From now on, Voldemort will no longer receive calls from his fanatical followers. If he is lucky enough to recover, only a few people who were not present today will receive the message when he summons the Death Eaters...

It's probably similar to the feeling of staying at home during the holidays after the 007 work system where the mobile phone was confiscated, but the mobile phone and computer can't connect to any network, right? Sean thought with satisfaction.

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