Chapter 501 Confrontation

The nearby Death Eaters unconsciously slowed down and followed the two, hiding behind their bone masks and looking at them cautiously, as if they couldn't believe their own eyes.

Voldemort waited there in silence, looking at Snape who stopped a few steps away with interest.

Barty Crouch Jr. couldn't hide his excitement and almost shed tears when he knelt on the ground. He kissed the hem of Voldemort's black robe and murmured in a low voice:

"Master...Master..."

He stood up, retreated behind Voldemort, and stood next to Bellatrix, looking enviously when he saw her new arms that were made of silver.

Snape glanced at Harry, who was imprisoned by the angel stone sculpture with a scythe. He did not move and stood there numbly. He seemed to be out of tune with the Death Eaters around him. Those people crawled to Voldemort on their knees one by one and kissed him softly. robes, then stood up and stepped aside, silently forming a circle with Tom Riddle's grave, Harry, Voldemort and Snape in the middle.

There are still a few empty seats in the circle, seemingly waiting for others to join.

Voldemort's eyes fell on Snape, and he could see that those scarlet snake eyes were very interested in him, but he did not ask questions immediately, but turned his head and looked around at the hooded faces.

To be fair, Snape showed up with Barty Crouch Jr., and the headmaster's plan was already clear.

But whether the moody Voldemort would believe it, Loren didn't think so. Looking at the stiff situation in front of him, he felt nervous for his professor. He could rescue Cedric from Bellatrix, but not Be sure to rescue Snape from Voldemort.

There was no wind in the quiet hilly wilderness cemetery, but there was a slight rustling sound among the crowd, as if everyone who was glanced at it shuddered.

"Welcome, Death Eaters."

Voldemort was as calm as a frozen lake in late winter, but everyone knew that beneath the ice were turbulent waves that had been suppressed for more than ten years: "Thirteen years, it has been thirteen years since our last gathering. It seems like just yesterday, you responded to my call just like before...that is to say, we are still united under the Dark Mark, right?"

He raised his ferocious face, opened his slit-like nostrils and sniffed: "I smell guilt, the air here is filled with the stench of guilt..."

Loren shivered when he saw the circle of Death Eaters. It seemed that everyone wanted to retreat, but did not dare to move.

Whether there was a smell of guilt or not, he couldn't tell because he was far away, but fear was visible to the naked eye.

"Thirteen years have passed, and now I see you standing in front of me again, healthy and sound, with the same magic power as before... I have to admit that I am disappointed that none of you have ever tried to find me!"

He walked past Snape without looking back, came to a member of the circle, and used his right hand to crush his mask: "Avery!"

The chosen Death Eater instantly collapsed and collapsed to the ground. He lay at Voldemort's feet, his whole body trembling from head to toe. He screamed: "Master! Master, forgive me! Forgive us!"

What responded to him was a cold and stern spell: "[Heart-piercing and Bone-cutting]"

"Ah! Ah..."

The Death Eater who fell on the ground was twisting in pain. Voldemort ignored his wails and screams and continued walking to the right as if he was unaware. His footsteps stopped in front of a slightly trembling figure and said softly: "Even you No...Lucius!"

The mask shattered in response, and Lucius Malfoy immediately knelt down: "My master, as long as I find a signal from you or news about you, I will immediately——"

"There were signals, my cunning friend, and they were not rumors, but you never acted." Voldemort interrupted coldly, "I heard that you have not given up your past actions, even though you pretended to be sanctimonious in front of the world. Face, I believe you are still willing to take the lead in torturing Muggles..."

"I am willing to serve you forever..." Lucius lowered his head and said piously.

"But you never looked for me. I know you thought I was finished. You thought I wouldn't make a comeback. You thought I couldn't defeat that despicable and vulgar leader, the protector of Mudbloods and Muggles. Ah Bu "Thinking of Dumbledore." Voldemort's tone was neither urgent nor slow, but his words made people feel chilled. "Some people have even sneaked back into my enemies and pledged their allegiance to him."

Upon hearing these words, the surrounding Death Eaters subconsciously looked at Snape, who was standing alone in the middle. Some were gloating, while others were showing pity.

Lucius's head dropped lower, almost touching the top of Voldemort's shoes.

Voldemort said lazily: "Lucius, you disappoint me... I hope you will serve me more loyally in the future."

"Of course, Master, of course... you are generous, thank you..."

"Crabbe!"

The Death Eater named Crabbe was tall, and his cloak and hood were bulging. He knelt down awkwardly, knelt on the ground and kissed Voldemort's robe: "Master, forgive me, Crabbe has always been loyal, you know Of, you know..."

"Indeed, you once provided me with some useful assistance, but it was not out of loyalty..." Voldemort looked down at him with trembling fat, "Your son is better than you and will be more loyal."

"My pleasure, Master..."

Crabbe muttered stupidly, his plump cheeks brushed across the weeds on the ground, and the leaves were covered with glistening water. It was unclear whether it was summer night dew, cold sweat, or some other liquid.

Walking to the side, he crushed one Death Eater's mask after another.

"Nott!"

"Master, I kneel before you. I am your most loyal servant..."

"Ah, and you, Goyle...you're going to be better this time, aren't you?"

"Yes, Master."

"McNeil, I heard that you are destroying dangerous beasts for the Ministry of Magic? There will be something better for you to destroy soon. MacNeil, Voldemort will provide..."

"Thank you, Master...thank you."

"Get up, all stand up..." Voldemort walked past the Death Eaters, his gaze no longer lingering.

"Although you have let me down, there are still people who have never wavered! Bellatrix, Barty..." He came to the two of them with a smile of approval: "You would rather be sent to Azkaban. You are unwilling to abandon me, even if you are willing to risk your life to help me gain a physical body... I promise that when we grow stronger again, you will receive rewards that you have never dreamed of. "

"I am willing to sacrifice everything for my master..." Bellatrix lowered her head and said, looking like a newbie wearing silver gloves.

Voldemort stretched out his pale palms and stroked the hair of Barty Crouch Jr., diamond-like brilliance emerged from his palms, and said in a voice that only Harry and Bellatrix could hear:

"I know, I know, we are very similar. We both had extremely disappointing fathers. We both inherited our father's name with shame. We both killed our fathers happily..."

The wounds on Barty Crouch Jr.'s body healed quickly, and in just a few seconds, only dried blood remained. Unknowingly, he knelt down and looked up at Voldemort, with a crazy and strange light shining in his eyes.

"What about you, Severus?"

Voldemort turned around and looked at him with his hollow, scarlet snake eyes, his cold eyes seeming to pierce into Snape's mind.

Snape's eyelids were half-lidded, and he knelt down with his right leg bent. His tone was still calm: "I will serve you."

Voldemort looked down at him and didn't speak for a long time. He turned around and looked at the two people with a smile: "Do you think he is still trustworthy?"

Loren's heart was in suspense, the crucial confrontation was coming.

Barty Crouch Jr. licked his lips and slowly talked about what happened not long ago.

…

The limbs were stiff and sore due to the petrification of the binding spell, and the eyes were covered with cloth and it was pitch black. After the sound of opening the door, it was quiet for a while, and only the sound of rummaging was left...

The lock cylinder of the secret box in the space clicked seven times, and then the two old men pretended to be relaxed and relaxed...

Moody was really good at torturing people, but how could the pain of his flesh compare to the torture of the dementors in Azkaban... He probably had no other means, so he used that old guy to deceive him.

Even in the end, there was no Veritaserum, Dumbledore was confused, and the other professors at Hogwarts were pedantic and stupid. Could it be that Snape was also infected and forgot how to make Veritaserum?

"..."

The sound of the door closing sounded, and the dark space in my perception fell into complete silence.

The binding spell was once again placed on his body, and there were some insignificant wounds on his body. His wrists and ankles were fastened with Moody's special chains. Barty Crouch Jr. sat on a familiar chair, feeling quite at ease.

Familiar spaces always make people feel more relaxed. After all, he has been using this office for a year.

It's unclear how his identity was exposed. Maybe it was detected by the castle's defensive magic. After all, he was noticed by the magic dome when he entered the auditorium on the first day.

What a bunch of idiots. He destroyed the dome in front of everyone, and no one noticed anything was wrong. They thought the dome was simulating bad weather.

What if we catch him now and continue the game?

Witness the great Dark Lord winning the championship...

"laugh!"

It's a pity that I probably won't be able to witness Voldemort's return...

Barty Crouch Jr. sat quietly in his chair, his mind tangled with random thoughts, when he suddenly heard the door opening again.

"Squeak..."

…

"...Severus escaped with me. When we felt the call of the Dark Mark, we rushed here together."

Barty Crouch Jr. finished speaking impartially without expressing any opinions, as if he wanted to leave it to Voldemort to judge.

"Can't trust him!" Bellatrix yelled.

"Oh." Voldemort seemed very interested, "Why?"

"There are a hundred reasons!" Bellatrix clenched her silver prosthetic hand into a fist. "Starting from the beginning, where were you when the Dark Lord lost power? After he disappeared, why didn't you make any efforts to Looking for him?"

Snape smiled: "Of course I can answer, Bellatrix, I can answer all your questions! But before I answer you, I must explain! In the past ten years, many people here have Everyone has been talking about me behind my back, thinking that I betrayed the Dark Lord and took refuge in that old fool Dumbledore!"

Snape took a breath and said calmly and calmly: "But I must ask you, have I betrayed anyone? Do I use your names and your actions in exchange for rewards from the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore?"

Bellatrix hesitated for a moment, and the Death Eaters started to commotion. Some were still shaking uneasily, and some were muttering something under their breath.

Snape did not hold on, but answered Bellatrix's question seriously: "That heavy night, I was at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and I pretended to be seeking a teaching position in order to be more... Good surveillance Albus Dumbledore.”

Voldemort nodded slightly, indicating for him to continue.

"You also asked why I didn't try hard to find the great Dark Lord after he disappeared..." Snape lowered his head guiltily, "I must apologize to you, Master... the reason why I didn't search is the same as Avery's. , Yaxley, the Carlo brothers, Greyback, and Lucius, I thought you failed."

The breathing of Lucius and Avery, the only ones present, became sluggish, and their hearts that had just calmed down were hanging again. They stared at the person who dragged them into the water again. If their eyes could release magic, they would like to use the crushing spell to crush him. He exploded into hundreds of pieces!

The relaxed atmosphere became stiff again, and Loren immediately became on guard.

"Please forgive me..."

Voldemort only raised his eyebrows and said softly: "Get up, Severus, stand up...you beg me for forgiveness? I will not forgive, I will not forget the long thirteen years, I want you, and you Pay off the debt for thirteen years, and then I will forgive you.”

"At your service," Snape said again.

"Is this your loyalty?" Bellatrix screamed, looking a little crazy in her rage. "While I was suffering from the dementors in Azkaban, you were hiding in Hogwart." Tzu, comfortably playing Dumbledore’s darling!”

She stopped, her chest heaved violently, and her cheeks turned red: "What have you done to survive under Dumbledore all these years? Why have you stayed there? Could it be said that you were secretly spying on Dumbledore?" Breedo? Why did you prevent the Dark Lord from getting the Philosopher's Stone three years ago?

"There are many reasons to stay there..." Snape paused, "A comfortable teaching job, observing what Dumbledore did, and investigating what happened that night. Master understands what I am thinking... …”

Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly, remembering the woman he had begged to save his life, but did not interrupt him.

"Three years ago, all I saw was the greedy and incompetent Quirrell trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone. I admit that I did my best to stop him, but I must say, if I knew your plan, You will only be resurrected three years earlier..."