The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

The number of these people is not large, even if Link waited until the end, he only saw a mere 6 figures.

However, the robes and hoods on these people are very gorgeous and close-fitting. At first glance, they are designed by famous designers, and they are custom-made. Not everyone can afford them.

Of course, the most important thing is that these people treated Voldemort very humble, even lowly.

They all fell to their knees after a long pacing, climbed up to form a circle beside Voldemort, and kissed the hem of Voldemort's robes.

"Master...Master..."

They called softly, and even though he had tried his best to suppress it, Link could still hear a trembling called fear.

"Welcome, Death Eaters." Voldemort said calmly, "Thirteen years... It's been thirteen years since we last met. But you have always responded to my call... This means that we Still united under the Dark Mark! Are you?"

Voldemort lifted his twisted face, and sniffed his two slit-like nostrils.

"I smell guilt," Voldemort said suddenly, raising his voice. "There's a stench in the air called guilt!"

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding Death Eaters who were kneeling on the ground trembled even more.

Link could see that each of them wanted to escape, but they didn't even dare to move.

"When I see now that each of you is in good health and your magic is as good as ever - I ask myself why these Death Eaters have not come to help their masters and those whom they once swore their allegiance to forever. ?"

No one spoke at all on the field, only Pettigrew holding his bleeding arm and crying.

But Voldemort didn't seem to expect to hear their answer, just paused and continued:

"I answered myself—they must think I'm dead, thought I'm completely done. They fell on their knees in front of my enemies, crying that they were innocent, exploited, and deprived of their souls. cursed..."

"I asked myself again, but why don't they believe that I can make a comeback? They clearly know that I have made arrangements to prevent death, and I have proved to them countless times a long time ago that my power is far beyond this. Anyone in the world!"

"The answer to this question is also very simple, right?" Voldemort laughed suddenly,

"Perhaps they never believed in me. They thought there was a greater power in the world that could defeat Voldemort! Maybe they're allegiance to someone else now... Maybe that old man with dementia, that Muggle and Mudblood. Protector - Dumbledore!"

As soon as Dumbledore's name came out, the Death Eaters at Voldemort's feet suddenly rioted, shaking their heads and explaining in low voices, but Voldemort ignored them at all.

"This disappoints me...I admit I'm extremely disappointed, especially," Voldemort said sternly, "especially when I issued a summons ten days ago and you didn't come to assemble!"

Voldemort's voice was like thunder, bombarding every Death Eater present.

And the actual effect is indeed the same, because Voldemort's voice just fell, and a thick red lightning flashed out of the dark clouds on the zenith.

Under such terrifying pressure, there was finally a Death Eater who couldn't take it anymore.

He threw himself to the ground and hugged Voldemort's calf, screaming:

"Master! Forgive my master! Forgive us!"

Voldemort sneered, raising his wand.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

The screams turned into hysterical wailing.

The Death Eater could no longer beg for mercy, he began to tumble and struggle frantically, the gorgeous robe was torn to pieces by him, and the muscles exposed from it were constantly squirming out, and the whole person was in extreme pain. Completely tortured and collapsed, and even started to use his head to smash the hard ground that had been scorched and semi-crystallized by the flames. die!

Fortunately, Voldemort didn't seem to have any intention of taking his life, and quickly withdrew his wand.

The tortured Death Eater also lay flat on the ground, breathing heavily.

This move made the surrounding Death Eaters breathe a sigh of relief, because it at least showed that Voldemort did not want to kill them for the time being.

But there is one exception.

Link, who was watching from a distance, had already discovered that there was an alien hidden in the circle of later Death Eaters.

When the man first saw Voldemort, he didn't have the nervousness and fear of others at all, and he seemed extremely relaxed.

He was shaking with excitement as Voldemort tortured the poor man.

And now when Voldemort retracted his wand, he was so angry that he even stood up suddenly, lifted his hood, revealing the weak, pale but crazy face inside and roared:

"Master! You can't let him go so easily! They don't deserve it! They should be buried alive in the still mud pit!"

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding Death Eaters were all stunned.

What's even more surprising is that Voldemort was not angry at this sudden interruption, but reached out and gently grabbed the man's shoulders that were trembling with anger and said:

"Write calmly, Barty, of course I won't forgive them! I won't forget, the long thirteen years! I want them to pay off their debts for these thirteen years, and only then will they consider forgiveness!"

Link's pupils dilated slightly, he already knew the identity of that Death Eater - Barty Crouch Jr.!

Voldemort's expression became gentle again. He patted little Barty lightly, as if to comfort his crying child and said:

"As for you, my most loyal servant! You deserve to be rewarded!"

As Voldemort spoke, he lifted Barty's sleeve and stabbed his wand on the exposed Dark Mark.

The black and red magic power began to flicker on the tip of the wand, and gradually covered the entire black magic mark, making the pattern even more eerie in the dark.

What's even weirder is that Barty's originally pale complexion became ruddy and healthy in an instant, and the breath all over his body became stronger.

"I feel like I've become stronger!" Little Barty burst into tears with excitement, and he couldn't say what he could say. "Thank you! Thank you master! Hmm!"

"No thanks, you deserve it, boy!" Voldemort drew back his wand. "And Peter, of course."

"Yes, Master," Pettigrew, who was almost dying of blood loss, said reluctantly when he heard Voldemort's call, "I beg you, Master, I beg you..."

"You helped me gain a body," Voldemort said coldly, with a faint disgust on his face, "although you are a despicable traitor, the reason why you helped me is not out of loyalty, but out of fear of your old friends. Compa helped me after all... Voldemort would not treat anyone who helped him..."

Voldemort raised his wand again, and this time the tip of his wand was no longer ferocious with black and red magic, but a bright band of light like mercury.

The light band kept twisting and twisting in the air, and finally turned into a glittering human hand, which was automatically placed on Pettigrew Peter's bleeding wrist.

Pettigrew's annoying sobbing finally stopped.

He raised his head and looked at the silver hand in disbelief. It was so perfect, it was as if Pettigrew's hand had never been damaged, it was just a dazzling glove.

He tried to bend his fingers, and tremblingly, he picked up from the ground a small lump of hard clod that had just been lifted from the torture of the poor Death Eater, and crushed it into pieces.

"My lord!" Pettigrew murmured. "Thank you, lord, this is so beautiful."

"I hope your loyalty will not waver, Peter."

"No, my master...never."

Pettigrew Peter crawled over on his knees, kissing Voldemort's robes like the others.

Then he stood up and knelt to one side like the others, tears still streaming down his face, as if he was earnestly waiting for Voldemort's next speech, but in fact he kept looking at his novice over and over again.

Voldemort didn't care either, and turned to continue speaking.

But at this moment, a slender figure climbed up from the dirt pit in the distance with great difficulty, and stumbled all the way to Voldemort, shouting while running:

"Master! And me, your most...most loyal servant Igor, master..."

Seeing this, Voldemort's expression instantly turned cold.

Because it was Karkaroff who came.

For this guy Voldemort can be said to have no good feelings at all.

Even if you don’t mention the previous incident of feigning death and stealing your life, Karkaroff’s return does not carry any loyalty attributes. His situation is even worse than Pettigrew Peter’s. It was purely after Voldemort came to the door, and there was no way to re-submit. of.

Of course, the most important thing is that Karkaroff can be said to be the happiest person who sold Voldemort. In order to survive, he not only said countless bad things about Voldemort, but also put those loyal Death Eaters who could have lurked and waited for the opportunity. Sent into Azkaban.

In the face of such a rubbish Voldemort, it would be good that he didn't kill him, but he didn't expect that now he saw that Barty and Pettigrew had benefited, and even jumped out to ask for the reward.

However, Voldemort must also admit that Karkaroff's timing of jumping out was very good.

You must know that he just said that as long as those who helped him can benefit, if he punishes Karkaroff now, wouldn't he be slapping himself in the face?

For a time, Voldemort was uglier than eating flies.

Then, someone to help him out of his predicament appeared.

I saw that Barty Jr. didn't know whether it was because he sensed Voldemort's mood, or simply because his father used the Imperius Curse to spoil his mind, and he couldn't stand Karkaroff, so he rushed towards Karkaroff.

"You bloody traitor still has the face to jump up?"

Barty roared and pulled out his wand.

"Avada Kedavra!"

boom!

A swipe of green light swayed his long tail directly on Karkaroff's chest, and the overflowing light illuminated his unbelievable expression, and then blew it out!

Karkaroff suddenly lost his voice.

But little Barty was not satisfied, roared and rushed up and started biting Karkaroff's cheek.

The Death Eaters who watched this scene were all chilled, but Voldemort smiled and was in a good mood.

He waited until Karkaroff's body was almost dead before he finally stopped drinking Barty, and taught a lesson with a straight face:

"Barty! How can you do this? Karkaroff is our companion! Although, he has made some small mistakes."

"Yes! My master! I know I'm wrong! I'm just so angry, please punish me!"

Little Barty knelt down and said respectfully.

Voldemort obviously didn't really mean to punish Barty Jr. He raised it high and lowered it gently, acting lightly.

The Death Eaters who looked at them with their pretentious expressions were trembling, especially when Voldemort just gave them a vague look, like a warning.

But what can they do?

You can only press your head lower.

And as if smelling their fear, Voldemort smiled, strode up to them, grabbed one of the Death Eaters and said:

"McNeal... Peter told me you were slaying dangerous beasts for the Ministry of Magic? You seem to be so satisfied with the job that you ignored my last rally call!"

"No master! No!" the man named McNeil defended, "That response was too weak, I thought it was someone else's fake! This time the signal is normal and I'm here! I'm still loyal to Yours, I'm as loyal to you as Barty Crouch Jr.—ah!!"

McNeil's defense quickly turned into screams.

Because little Barty directly used a heart-piercing wrist bone on him!

"Don't! Call me by my last name! Don't! Compare me to you, you stinky bastard!"

Little Barty said through gritted teeth, and after a long time, he raised his wand and ended the torture.

During this whole process, Voldemort said nothing.

It was not until McNeill gradually calmed down that Voldemort said contemptuously:

"McNeil, do you know why I didn't stop him?"

Before McNeil could answer, Voldemort continued, "Because you're lying to me! You know that only I can issue orders to you through the Dark Mark! But why are you still giving me a weak signal?"

There was a hint of gray defeat in McNeill's eyes, and he probably felt that he was dead today.

But just as he was about to face death, Voldemort changed his words:

"Yeah, I know, McNeill...you really let me down. But I'm sure you won't let me down any more in the future, right?"

As soon as this statement came out, McNeil's eyes widened in disbelief, struggling to get up, but he couldn't get up. He wanted to speak, and because he was too excited, it became Aba Aba's gibberish.

Voldemort didn't have time to pay any more attention to him, and continued on to the next Death Eater.

"Nott..."

"Goyle? Crabbe? You..."

"Get up, Avery..."

...

Voldemort began to speak by name one by one. His words were not esoteric, but a combination of grace and power.

But under his despairing strength, everyone who was reprimanded was so moved that tears flowed down his face.

The most important thing is that at this moment, they are very sincere.

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