Chapter 700 Voldemort's Hatred

Voldemort's cold voice echoed in the open space, Ivan and Harry listened silently, their bodies tensed.

The scar on Harry's head kept hurting, as if it was going to tear him apart, he gritted his teeth and held Ivan behind him.

He thought Ivan was Gabriel, and he was involved in this trouble because of himself.

Harry made up his mind that he must bring Gabriel back alive, no matter what happened...

Voldemort continued to pace up and down, seemingly in a good mood, recalling his past.

"Father abandoned us. My mother died in childbirth when I was born. I grew up in a Muggle orphanage, so I swore to find him." A man with the same name as him, Tom Riddle..."

Speaking of this name, there was an unconcealable chill and disgust in his tone.

"It is a name that disgraces me, it belongs to the man!" said Voldemort, his voice softer, and the cruel smile on his face more obvious, "but it will end, and this shame will be with my father Leaving me and ruining it with my own hands. Haha, Harry Potter, you are honored, listen to me, hear me reminisce about family history... ah, I'm getting a little sentimental, but look, ha Lee! My real family is back!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the air was suddenly filled with the puffing of the cloak.

In the weeds, behind dead trees, in every shady place wizards apparated.

They were all hooded and covered their faces.

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

Voldemort stood there waiting in silence, his snake's face contorted into a cruel smile.

With a plop, a Death Eater fell to his knees, crawled up to Voldemort, and kissed the hem of his black robe.

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

The same goes for the Death Eaters behind him, each crawling up to Voldemort on their knees and kissing his robes.

Then, silently retreated to the side, stood up, and gradually formed a circle, surrounding Voldemort, Ivan, Harry, and the man paralyzed on the ground panting and moaning.

There are still some gaps in the circle, as if waiting for others to join.

However, Voldemort didn't seem to expect anyone to come any more. He looked around at the hooded faces. Although there was no wind, there seemed to be a slight rustling in the circle, as if the circle trembled.

"Welcome, Death Eaters!" said Voldemort calmly. "Thirteen years, thirteen years have passed since we last met. And yet you answer my call just as you did yesterday, that is to say, we are still united in the Black Under the magic mark, is it?"

He raised his ferocious face, opened two slit-like nostrils and sniffed.

"What does it smell like? I smell guilt!" he said. "There's a stink of guilt in the air."

The circle trembled again, it seemed that everyone wanted to step back, but they didn't dare to move.

"I see you all in good health and magic as before, arriving so quickly! I used to keep asking myself why this gang of powerful wizards has not come to help their master, the one they swore to serve forever ?!"

No one spoke, no one dared to move.

"Then, I answer myself!" whispered Voldemort, pacing slowly around the inside of the circle, "they must have believed me, thought I was finished. They slipped back among my enemies and said they were innocent." Yes, I didn’t know it, I was enchanted..."

"I asked myself again, but why do they believe that I will not make a comeback? Don't they know that I have taken measures to prevent death a long time ago? Didn't they witness me countless times when I was stronger than any wizard? Do you want to prove that your magic power is boundless?" His voice was very drawn out, and it looked extraordinarily gloomy.

"Again, I answered myself, perhaps they believed there was a greater power capable of defeating Voldemort! Perhaps they had now pledged their allegiance to someone else, perhaps the leader of the Lower Ribas, the protector of the Mudbloods and Muggles, Albus Dun No Bully?!"

Hearing Dumbledore's name, the members of the circle became agitated, some muttered and shook their heads.

Voldemort ignored it, his expression becoming more and more bleak.

"It's a pity I admit I'm disappointed, disappointed in you..."

Suddenly one of the circle fell to the ground, crouching at Voldemort's feet, shaking from head to toe.

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

Voldemort sneered and raised his wand.

"Cruciate!"

The death eater who fell to the ground writhed and screamed in pain, the sound came from the soul.

Voldemort is more powerful than any dark wizard, and his evil thoughts make the Cruciatus Curse extremely cruel and unbearable.

Ivan clenched his wand tightly, why the damn Portkey was not in time yet.

After more than ten minutes, Voldemort finally raised his wand.

The executed Death Eater lay flat on the ground, panting heavily.

"Get up, Avery!" whispered Voldemort, "Get up, you beg me to forgive?! I tell you, I will not forgive. I will not forget, thirteen long years... I will You pay off your debts for thirteen years, and then you will be forgiven."

Voldemort looked around at the Death Eaters, as if looking for his next target.

"I think you must be wondering how I got back." He said softly, "I did get help from a few vampires. Although they were not obedient, they still helped me. Voldemort will not treat you badly. His people..."

He raised his wand again and waved it in the air, and the tip of the wand drew a band of light like molten silver, shapeless at first, then twisted into a gleaming human hand, as bright as moonlight .

It flew down by itself and settled itself on the man's bleeding wrist.

It fit seamlessly on his arm, as if he were wearing a dazzling glove.

The man tried to bend his shining fingers, and tremblingly picked up a twig from the ground, crushing it into powder.

"My lord!" he whispered, "thank you, gracious lord!"

He crawled over on his knees and kissed Voldemort's robes.

"Those who serve Voldemort will be rewarded in the end. You deserve it, Durand!" Voldemort said, "You are welcome to become a member of the Death Eaters. According to the agreement, I will help you get back what should belong to you."

Seeing the vampire tremblingly joining the circle, Ivan took note of his appearance.

He completed the spell for Voldemort instead of Pettigrew Peter, and got the cursed arm.

It has to be said that his performance is much better than that of Peter. .

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