Chapter 694: Voldemort’s Past and Death Eater Gathering

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No one spoke. Cedric hadn't come back since Trevor took him away.

In fact, this was also agreed upon, allowing Trevor to leave early, and the rest would cause trouble to Fan Lin. Although Trevor did not understand what means Fan Lin was going to use to deal with Voldemort, he still agreed to the plan.

Originally, Fanlin could have taken Harry away now, but Dumbledore's mission was to find as many loyal Death Eaters as possible, which was very important to them.

"Fox, please be patient." Fan Lin comforted Fox as much as possible. Voldemort's aura made Fox uneasy.

Voldemort walked back and forth in the open space...

"Potter, did you see that house on the hill? My dad used to live there. My mom was a witch who lived in this village. She fell in love with him, but when my mom told my dad her true He abandoned her when she had a new identity. He didn't like magic. My father..."

"Potter, before I was born, my father left my mother and returned to his Muggle parents' home. My mother died while giving birth to me, leaving me in a Muggle orphanage. But I vowed to find him and take revenge on him, on that idiot named 'Tom Riddle'."

He was still pacing, his red eyes looking among the graves. "Listen to me, listen to me reliving my family's past..." He said quietly, "Hey, I've become so sentimental... Harry, look, my real family is back home..."

Suddenly there was a swishing sound in the cloak. Among the graves, behind the yew trees, in every shadow, a band of Death Eaters emerged.

They all wore hoods and masks, and walked forward one after another, slowly and carefully, as if they couldn't even believe their own eyes.

Voldemort stood quietly, waiting for them, and one of the Death Eaters ran down, crawled towards Voldemort and kissed the hem of his black robes.

"Master...Master..."

One of them murmured. The Death Eaters who followed did the same, each kneeling and crawling toward Voldemort, kissing his robes, then stepping back and standing, forming a silent circle.

The circle surrounded Tom Riddle's grave, Harry, Voldemort, and Barty Crouch Jr., who stood quietly aside. However, they left gaps in the circle, as if waiting for more people.

Fan Lin watched patiently, but he already had the wand in his hand. He didn't expect that there would be so many Death Eaters...

But Voldemort didn't seem to want to wait. He looked around at the hooded faces. Even though there was no wind, there seemed to be a rustling sound in the circle, as if it was trembling.

"Welcome, my friends," Voldemort said quietly, "The last time we met was thirteen years ago, but you answered my call as if it were yesterday... Now, we are in Black again Reunited under the mark, right?”

He assumed that terrible face again, stiffened, and his slit nostrils dilated.

"I smell sin," said, "There is sin in the air."

The circle trembled again. Although everyone among them was eager, no one dared to walk back from him.

"I saw you all, whole and cool, your powers intact, your appearance so quickly. I asked myself, why did these wizards who once swore eternal fealty never help their master?"

"I answered myself," Voldemort whispered. "They must have thought that I was broken, that I had disappeared. They slipped back among my enemies, pretending that they were innocent, out of ignorance, under enchantment..."

"Then I asked myself, how could they trust me not to rise again? They had known long ago how I would take action to prevent my inevitable death, and they had You have witnessed my incomparable strength!”

"Then I answered myself, maybe they do have a greater power, a power that can even destroy the Dark Lord Voldemort... They may have been loyal to another person... maybe that ordinary person's champion, that Maddens, Muggles and Albus Dumbledore?"

At the mention of Dumbledore's name, the people in the circle started to commotion, some shaking their heads and whispering.

Voldemort ignored them. "For me, this is a really disappointing thing...I admit that I feel disappointed..."

One of them suddenly jumped out of the circle. Trembling all over, he suddenly fell at Voldemort's feet.

"Master," he screamed, "Master, please forgive me, please forgive us." Voldemort began to laugh.

He raised a short staff: "Grucio!"

The Death Eater on the ground rolled around and shouted in a high-pitched voice.

Harry was sure the sound would be carried to nearby houses...come on, the police, he thought desperately...anyone, anything...Voldemort raised his staff. The tortured Death Eater lay flat on the ground, panting.

"Avery, get up!" Voldemort said softly, "Stand up, you ask for forgiveness? I will not forgive. I will not forget, thirteen long years,...after I spared you Before, I wanted compensation for these thirteen years."

"Thirteen years..." Voldemort sighed, and kept repeating these words in his mouth. The sound was like a death spell, a spell aimed at Death Eaters.

All the Death Eaters did not dare to move. Fanlin could faintly recognize some, such as the guy with a cane.

"Lucius Malfoy, my cunning friend," he whispered as he stopped in front of him. "I heard that you haven't given up on your old ways, even though you look respectable in front of the world. You are still going to be the leader in this troubled place of Muggles, are you? Krushy Ertus, but you have never tried it. Find me... Your pregnancy in the Quidditch world was interesting, I dare say... but wouldn't it be better if you focused your energy on finding and helping your Master?"

"My master, I do always keep an eye out," Malfoy's voice soon came from under the veil, "If there is even a trace of you, even the slightest whisper about your whereabouts, I will come to you immediately. , nothing can stop me——"

"But when a loyal corpse-eater sent my mark into the sky last summer, you escaped." Voldemort said slowly, and Malfoy paused.

"Yes, Malfoy, I fully understand that you have disappointed me, and I hope to serve you more faithfully in the future."

"Of course, my master, of course..., you are so kind, thank you..."

Voldemort continued walking forward, then stopped and looked at the empty space next to Malfoy. The seat is big enough for two people. "Lance should be standing here," Voldemort said quietly, "but they were buried in Azkaban, and they were loyal. They did not declare that they had abandoned me, but went to Azkaban. When Azkaban breaks apart, come on. The Lances will receive honors they never dreamed of. Dement will join in. They are our natural allies... We will recall the banished giants... I will bring back all my servants who have devoted themselves to me..." He continued walking.

"Macnelle... I was told that you were destroyed by the Ministry of Magic as a dangerous beast? Soon you will have a better victim than that, Duke Voldemort will provide..." "Thank you, Master... Thank you?" Macnelle murmured.

"Here," Voldemort walked up to the two largest hooded men, "is Kra... You will do better this time, won't you, Kra? What about you, Goyle?"

They bowed awkwardly and whispered vaguely: "Yes, Master..."

"We will, Master..."

"So shall you, Nott," Voldemort said quietly as he passed a man hunched over in Goyle's shadow.

"My master, in front of you, I bow and pay tribute. I am your most loyal-"

"That will do," said Voldemort. He walked to the largest opening and looked out with his empty, red eyes, as if he could see someone standing there.

"We have missing persons here... three died in my service. One was too cowardly to come back... he will pay the price. One, I believe, has left me forever. Of course he will Killed. There is also one who is my most loyal servant, and he has rejoined my service." The corpse eaters started to commotion. Harry saw that they were looking at each other through the sides of their masks.

"The faithful servant is here now, and it is through his efforts that our young friend arrives tonight, Barty Crouch... II..."

It caused a big stir among everyone. Barty Crouch II should have died in Azkaban, but now...

Barty Crouch Jr. took a step forward, then bowed down respectfully next to Voldemort, "I obey your call, my master..."

"You will get more, my friend." Voldemort said in a hoarse voice, "When Azkaban cracks open, I will fulfill your wish..."

"My omnipotent master..."

"Well, my friend, back to your place, now we have a special visitor to deal with."

"Yes," said Voldemort. He grinned, curling his lipless mouth. At this time, everyone's eyes were looking in Harry's direction. "Harry Potter has kindly joined me in my rebirth party. You may even call him my guest of honor."

There was silence.

Then the Death Eater on Clara's right stood up, and Malfoy's voice came from behind the mask.

"Master, we long to know...we ask you to tell us...how you created this...this miracle...how you found a way to return to us."

"Ah, what a story this is, Malfoy," said Voldemort. "It begins and ends with my young friend." He walked slowly towards Harry and stood beside him.

Everyone's eyes stayed on the two of them. The snake continued to twine.

"Of course, you know, I was ruined by this boy," Voldemort said softly. His red eyes looked at Harry, causing sharp pain in his scar.

Harry almost screamed in pain. "You all know that I wanted to kill him the night I lost my strength and body. His mother died trying to save him - inadvertently providing him with a protection I admit I did not expect. I contacted I can’t save this child.”

Voldemort raised a long, white finger and approached Harry's cheek. "His mother left him the mark of her sacrifice... This is an ancient magic. I should have remembered it. I was so stupid." Ignored it...but that's okay, I can get to him now."

Harry felt the cold fingertips touching him and thought: My head will explode with pain.

Voldemort sighed softly in his ear, removed his fingers, and then continued to say to the corpse eaters: "Friends, I admit that I made a mistake in my calculation. My curse is because of the sacrifice of that stupid woman. And turned, and then bounced back towards me. Ah, pain upon pain, my friends, I was caught off guard. My body was torn apart, I was no match for a ghost, no match for the lowest ghost... Yet, I'm still alive. I don't even know what I am. ... I'm further along the road to immortality than anyone else. You know my goal is to defeat death. Now, I'm facing a test , one or two of my experiments worked...because by pressing the curse I would have been killed, but I didn't. Anyway, I was as weak as the weakest creature alive, and couldn't help myself...because I didn't body, and any spell that might help me would require a wand."

"I remember only forcing myself again and again to exist sleeplessly and endlessly...I settled in a far away place, in a forest, and waited...surely one of my faithful corpse-eaters would help me . . . one of them will come and cast a spell that I cannot use, and restore me to my body... But I wait in vain..."

When they heard this sentence, the group of Death Eaters trembled again. Voldemort let the silence hover horribly, and then spoke again, "I have accumulated a kind of power, which is to occupy other people's bodies. But I dare not go to crowded places, because I know that those Aurors are still looking for them abroad. Me. Sometimes I inhabit animals - I'm partial to snakes, of course - but I'm only slightly better off in them than a mere wanderer, since their bodies aren't suited to magic... and my occupation shortens their Life span. No one lives long..." (To be continued)