HP Magic Biography

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No one spoke, and since Tefrey took Cedric away, he has not returned.

In fact, this was also negotiated and asked Tefrey to leave early, and the rest caused trouble to Fanlin. Although Tefrey didn't understand what method Fanlin would use to deal with Voldemort, he still agreed to this plan.

Originally Fanlin could take Harry away now, but Dumbledore's task is to find as many Death Eaters as possible, which is very important for them.

"Fox, be patient." Fanlin comforted Fox as much as possible, and Voldemort's breath made Fox uneasy.

Voldemort walked back and forth in the clearing...

"Potter, did you see the house on the mountain? My father used to live there. My mother is a witch who lives in this village. She fell in love with him, but when my mother told my father her truth He abandoned her when he was standing. He doesn't like magic, my father..."

"Potter, before I was born, my father left my mother and returned to his Muggle parents' house. My mother died while giving birth to me, leaving me in a Muggle orphanage. But I vowed to find him, I would avenge him, avenge the fool named'Tom Riddle'."

He was still pacing, his red eyes peeking from the grave. "Listen to me, listen to me relive the family's past..." He said quietly, "Hey, I have become so sentimental...Harry, look, my real family is back home..."

Suddenly the cloak whizzed. In the graves, behind the yew trees, in every shadow, a group of Death Eaters appeared.

They were all wearing headscarves and masks, walking forward one by one, slowly and cautiously, as if they couldn't even believe their eyes.

Voldemort stood quietly, waiting for them. One of the Death Eaters ran down, crawled towards Voldemort's and kissed the frills of his black robe.

"Master... Master..."

One of them murmured. The Death Eaters who followed did the same, each of them knelt down and crawled towards Voldemort, kissed his robe, then backed up, stood up and formed a silent circle.

The circle surrounded Tom Riddle's tomb, Harry, Voldemort, and Barty Crouch Jr. standing quietly aside, but they left a gap in the circle, seeming to be waiting for more people.

Fanlin watched patiently, but the wand was already in his hand. He had no idea that there would be so many Death Eaters...

But Voldemort didn't seem to want to wait, he looked around at the turbaned faces. 【】Although there is no wind, there seems to be a rustling sound in the circle, as if it is shaking.

"Welcome, my friend," Voldemort said quietly, "the last time we met was thirteen years ago, but you answer my call as if it was yesterday... Now, we are in black again. Reunited under the mark, isn't it?"

He put on that horrible face again, became stiff, and his cracked nostrils widened.

"I smell sin," said, "the air is full of sin."

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

"I saw all of you, complete and cool, your powers intact, and you appeared so quickly. I asked myself, why have these wizards who swore allegiance forever never helped their master?"

"I answered myself." Voldemort whispered, "They must have thought I was broken, they thought I had disappeared. They slipped back to my enemies, pretending that they were innocent, because of ignorance, because of magic..."

"Then I asked myself again, how can they believe that I won't get up again? They knew a long time ago how I would take action to prevent the unavoidable death. They were just as powerful as any living wizard. Have witnessed my incredible power!"

"Then I replied to myself, maybe they do have a greater power, a power that can even destroy the Dark Duke Voldemort..., they may have been loyal to another person...maybe the champion of ordinary people, that The Madboulais, the Muggles and Albus Dumbledore?"

When Dumbledore's name was mentioned, the people in the circle became agitated, some shook their heads and whispered.

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

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

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

He held up a short staff: heart-cutting)!"

The Death Eater on the ground rolled and shouted in a sharp voice.

Harry was certain that the sound would reach the nearby house... the police come on, he thought desperately...anyone, anything...Voldemort raised his short staff. The tortured Death Eater lay flat on the ground, panting.

"Avery, get up!" Voldmort said softly, "stand up, and you ask for forgiveness? I will not forgive. I will not forget it. Thirteen years of long years, ... before I forgive you Before, I wanted compensation for these 13 years."

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

All the Death Eaters didn't dare to move, Fanlin could faintly recognize some, for example, the guy with the walking stick.

"Lucius Malfoy, my cunning friend," he whispered, stopping in front of him. "I heard that you haven't given up on being the same, even though you look respectable in the world. You are still going to lead the troubled place like Muggles, aren't you? Crusch Altes, but you have never tried Find me... The deeds of your pregnancy in the Quidditch world are interesting, I dare say... But wouldn't it be better if you focused on finding and helping your master?"

"My master, I do always pay attention," Malfoy's voice soon came from under the veil. "If there is a trace of you, a little whisper about your whereabouts, I will come to you immediately. , Nothing can stop me—"

"But when a faithful corpse eater sent my badge to the sky last summer, you ran away." Voldemort said slowly, and Malfoy stopped immediately.

"Yeah, Malfoy, I know everything, you let me down, I hope I can be more faithful in the future."

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

Voldemort continued to walk forward, then stopped again, looking at the empty seat next to Malfoy. This one is enough to stand for two people. "Lance Lance should stand here," Voldemort said quietly, "but they were buried in Azkaban, they are faithful. They did not announce that they had abandoned me, but went to Azkaban. When Azkaban splits, come to Sturge. Lance will get honors they can't dream of. Demont will also join in. They are our natural alliance... We will recall the banished giants... I will bring back all the servants who have dedicated themselves to me..." He continued on.

"Macnell... someone told me that you were ruined by the Ministry of Magic as a dangerous beast? Soon you will have a better victim than that, and Duke Voldemort will provide..." "Thank you, master... Thank you?" Maknel murmured.

"Here," Voldemort walked to the two largest men in turbans, "It's Carat...you will do better this time, won't you, Carat? What about you, Gore?"

They bowed awkwardly and whispered vaguely, "Yes, master..."

"We will, master..."

"You have to do the same, Nort." Holdmore said quietly when he passed a man who was standing behind Gower's shadow.

"My master, in front of you, I leaned over to salute, I am your most faithful—"

"That's it," Voldemort said. He walked to the biggest gap and looked at with his hollow, red eyes, as if he could see someone standing there.

"Here we have one person missing... Three died while serving me. One was too timid to come back... He had to pay the price. One, I believe, has left me forever. Of course he will. Killed. Another one is my most loyal servant, he has rejoined my service." The corpse eater commotion. Harry saw that they were looking at each other through the side of the mask.

"That loyal servant is here now, and it is through his efforts that made our young friend come tonight, Barty Crouch... II..."

There was a big wave of exaggeration among the people, Barty Crouch II should have died in Azkaban, but now...

Barty Crouch Jr. took a step forward, and then bowed respectfully beside Voldemort, "Listen to your call, my master..."

"You will get more, my friend." Voldemort said hoarsely, "When Azkaban splits, 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," Voldemort said. He grinned and curled his lipsless mouth. At this time, everyone's eyes were looking in Harry's direction. "Harry Potter joined my rebirth party amicably, and you can even call him my guest of honor."

There was silence.

Then the Death Eater to the right of Carat stood up, and Malfoy's voice came from behind the mask.

"Master, we are eager to know... we ask you to tell us... how did you create this... this miracle... how do you find a way to get back to us."

"Ah, what kind of story is this, Malfoy," Voldemort said. "It starts and ends with my young friend." He walked slowly to Harry and stood beside him.

Everyone's eyes rested on them both. The snake continued to entangle.

"Of course, you know, I was ruined by this boy," Voldemort said softly. His red eyes looked at Harry, making his scars sore.

Harry almost screamed in pain. "You all know that on the night I lost my strength and body, I wanted to kill him. His mother tried to save him and died-inadvertently providing him with a kind of protection, I admit I didn't expect it. I touched Can't stop 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 that I should have remembered. I was so stupid. Ignore it...but it's okay, I can reach him now."

Harry felt the cold fingertips that were touching him~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and thought to himself: My head will burst with pain.

Voldemort sighed a few times in his ear, removed his fingers, and then went on to say to the corpse eaters: "Friends, I admit that I was wrong. My curse is because of the stupid woman's sacrifice. And turned back, and then bounced back at me. Ah, the pain is getting worse, my friends, I was caught off guard. My body was torn apart, I can't compare to the ghost, the lowest ghost... However, I'm still alive. I don't even know what I am....I, I have gone farther than anyone on the road to immortality. You know my goal is to defeat death. Now I am facing a test. , One or two of my experiments worked...because I would have been killed by the curse, 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 requires a magic wand."

"I remember only forcing myself to exist sleeplessly and endlessly again and again... I settled in a very far place, in a forest, and waited... Certainly there will be one of my faithful corpse eaters who will help me Of... one of them will come to cast magic that I can't use and restore me to my body... but I wait for nothing..."

When they heard this, the Death Eaters trembled again. Voldemort let silence hover horribly, and then said again, "I have accumulated a power to occupy other people's bodies. But I dare not go to crowded places because I know those Aurors are still looking for them abroad. Me. Sometimes I live in animals-of course I prefer snakes-but in them I'm just better than pure wandering spirits~ point, because their bodies are not suitable for magic... and my occupation shortens their Lifespan. None of them live long...".

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