Chapter 204

Suddenly, the spark on the crucible went out. A white vapor rose from the cauldron, and then, through the white fog in front of them, they saw in horror the black figure of a man slowly rising from the cauldron, tall and thin, like a skeleton.

Is that the legendary Voldemort?

Furong and shrank into Ye Ting's arms, completely daring to face all this, even Hermione grabbed Ye Ting's arm, nervous and fearful, she subconsciously pulled Ye Ting's arm out of the deep hole. mark.

"Cloth me," the cold, sharp voice said from behind the steam. Wormtail whimpered and moaned, still protecting his stump arm, and hurriedly grabbed the bundled black robe from the ground, stood up, and threw it over his master's head with one hand.

The thin man stepped out of the cauldron and began to examine his body.

His hands were like big pale spiders, and his long, pale fingers stroked his chest, arms, and face; the red eyes were brighter in the darkness, and the pupils were two slits, like the eyes of a cat. He raised his hands, moved his fingers and looked ecstatic, ignoring the bloody, twitching Wormtail on the ground, ignoring the serpent who had swum back at some point and hissed around Harry spin.

Voldemort put his strangely long fingers into a deep pocket and drew out a wand. He stroked his wand lightly, too, then pointed it at Wormtail, lifted him from the ground, and threw him to the gravestone Harry was bound to. Wormtail fell by the tombstone, slumped there crying. Voldemort turned his bright red eyes to Harry and let out a grim, shrill grin.

Bending down, he pulled up Wormtail's left arm and rolled his sleeve over his elbow, revealing the Dark Mark on his skin.

"We...we saw that sign on the night of the World Cup..." Fleur said, trembling.

Hermione fought back and explained the meaning of the Dark Mark to her.

Fleur looked even more frightened as Voldemort pressed his long, pale index finger to Peter's Dark Mark.

"He...he's calling the Death Eaters...right?" Fleur said in a barely audible voice, "Let's...let's get out of here...while...before they come. Before, anyway... anyway, we've seen the Dark Lord's... resurrection."

"No hurry," Ye Ting shook his head easily, "I still have one last goal to complete, that is, let the Dark Lord kill Harry."

0283 Voldemort and the Death Eaters

Today's Voldemort is complacent. Under the plans of the Death Eaters, he not only regained his body, but also brought his great enemy before him.

Now, Voldemort treats Harry purely as a cat-and-mouse, and he is even in the mood to talk to Harry about his father.

"...you're standing on my father's corpse," he hissed softly. "He's a Muggle and idiot, like your own mother. But they're all useful, aren't you? When my mother died to protect you, and I killed my father, you see how useful he was after he died..."

He recounted the experiences of his parents, recounted his birth, and continued to pace as he spoke, red-eyed scanning back and forth between the graves.

"...Listen to me, listen to my family history..." he whispered. "Ah, I'm a little sad...but look, Harry! My real family is back..."

The air was suddenly filled with the sound of cloaked pawns. Between the tombs, and behind the cedar trees, in every shadowy place there were apparitions of wizards.

They all wore hoods and covered their faces.

Only the Death Eaters will still maintain this attire today.

They came one by one... slowly and cautiously, as if they couldn't believe their eyes.

Voldemort stood there in silence, waiting. A Death Eater fell to his knees, climbed up to Voldemort, and kissed the hem of his black robe.

"Master...Master..." he whispered.

The same goes for the Death Eaters behind him, everyone kneeling and crawling over to Voldemort, kissing his robes, then stepping aside, standing, and silently forming a circle, taking Tom Riddle's tomb, Harry, Voldemort and Peter Pettigrew, who was sobbing and twitching on the ground. But there are still some gaps in the circle, as if waiting for others to join.

Hermione and Furong couldn't care to ask Ye Ting about the shocking words he just said. They covered their mouths nervously, staring at the faces of the Death Eaters under the hoods, trying their best to identify their true identities.

However, Voldemort seemed to no longer expect anyone to come. He looked around at the hooded faces, and although there was no wind, there seemed to be a slight rustling in the circle, as if the circle had shivered.

"Welcome, Death Eaters," said Voldemort calmly, "thirteen years... it's been thirteen years since our last meeting. But you are still answering my call like yesterday...that is, we are still united. Under the Dark Mark! Is it?"

"I smell guilt," said Voldemort. "There's a stench of guilt in the air."

The Death Eaters in the circle shivered again, as if everyone wanted to step back, but didn't dare to move.

"I see you, all healthy and as good as ever - arrived so quickly! - I ask myself...why haven't these wizards come to help their masters and those they swore eternal allegiance to?"

It was clear that Voldemort was quite angry at what the Death Eaters had done over the years, and he lashed out at the Death Eaters, causing them to tremble.

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Someone immediately knelt down and begged for mercy, but what awaited him was a Cruciatus.

Then, he finally gave Peter Pettigrew the reward for resurrecting him - he raised his wand and danced in the air, the head of the wand drew a band of light like molten silver, which at first had no shape, and then the band of light twisted, Turned into a glittering human hand, as bright as moonlight. It flew down on its own and settled on Peter's bleeding wrist.

Seeing this scene, Ye Ting shook his head in admiration.

It seems that Voldemort is not a fool who ruled everything with pure fear, but he has some leadership skills.

After his return, he called up his old men and was furious at those who showed up.

However, although he was very angry, he actually just picked up these Death Eaters high, put them down gently, and only punished one of them with the Cruciatus Curse, not really killing them out of anger, but properly showed his belly size.

After all, he still needs people to do things for him, and such a threat is enough to make these Death Eaters obedient.

However, the Death Eaters who didn't come are different. The Death Eaters who responded to the call can be forgiven, and those who didn't come, hehe...

In addition, his reward to Peter is precisely to show that the reward and punishment are clear - it is obvious that Peter resurrected Voldemort out of fear of old friends such as Lupin and Blake, not loyalty.

After rewarding Peter, Voldemort walked towards a man to his right.

"Lucius, my sly friend," he whispered, pausing before the man, "I hear that you have not given up on your past actions, despite your sanctimonious face before the world. I believe Would you still take the lead in torturing Muggles? But you never went looking for me, Lucius... Your Quidditch World Cup was interesting... but if you put your energy into finding and helping your master , isn't it better?"

"Master, I have been very attentive," Lucius Malfoy's voice came quickly from under the hood, "as long as there is any signal from you, as long as there is any rumor of your whereabouts, I will rush to your side immediately. , nothing can stop me—"

"But you ran away last summer when a loyal Death Eater fired my mark into the air," said Voldemort lazily—Mr. Malfoy suddenly shut up, "Yeah, I know, Lucius...you have disappointed me...I hope you will serve me more faithfully in the future."

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

Lucius Malfoy is the representative of the pure blood family who joined Voldemort. When Voldemort said this, it meant that he would no longer hold these people accountable, and everyone was relieved.

Then, Voldemort took two steps, stopped, and looked at the gap between Malfoy and the person next to him—a gap large enough for two people to stand.

This used to be the location of the Lesters, but Voldemort's loyal son of a bitch is still in Azkaban.

Voldemort loudly announced that he would rescue the couple and give them a huge reward, and he also announced that Azkaban's Dementors would join them.

Finally, he stood in front of a funny guy.

The man in front of him looked quite young, but he was wearing a tattered old-fashioned suit, with a magic eye tied on his head, one bare foot, and a prosthetic leg beside it.

"That's the guy, he's wearing Professor Moody's clothes, but he's back to normal," Hermione whispered.

This is Barty Crouch Jr., the one who used Potion Potion to pretend to be Moody.

"Ah, Barty Crouch," Voldemort surveyed him with empty red eyes, "I know that you are my most loyal servant, always serving me. You infiltrated Hogwarts alone, by With your efforts, our little ones will come here tonight..."

Barty Crouch Jr bowed proudly to Voldemort, and there was a little commotion among the Death Eaters, who secretly exchanged glances.

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Finally, Voldemort finished training his men and began to deal with Harry Potter.

This is, Hermione and Furong finally thought of what Ye Ting said before.

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