Chapter 178 It’s Time to Choose Your Allegiance, Death Eaters!

"After feeling it, how many people would have the guts to come back? And how many would be foolish enough not to come?"

The spell to summon the Death Eaters has taken effect, but it will take some time until they find the precise location. Waiting is always an anxious and boring thing, like a witch's curse that can only be broken by time.

"Harry Potter..."

Taking advantage of this gap, Voldemort finally had time to walk up to Harry and look at the boy who had once caused him to lose his soul.

——So ordinary.

He has an ordinary name, ordinary appearance, and even his strength is not considered talented. He is far inferior to Snape who has mastered some black magic before entering school, and he is not as proficient in every field. ’s Barty Crouch Jr., not to mention Voldemort himself.

Except for that little bit of bravery that bordered on recklessness, there was nothing praiseworthy about Harry Potter.

Now that I think about it, that prophecy is simply nonsense. Is such a person worthy of becoming Voldemort's destined enemy?

What a joke!

Voldemort suddenly felt how stupid he was in the past, and went to war because of an illusory prophecy.

But in terms of the result - he did lose, although he did not lose to Harry Potter, but to Lily Potter's ancient magic.

But is this a coincidence? Or is it an inevitable fate?

Voldemort was still unclear about this, but when he began to look at Harry Potter, he felt more and more that the boy in front of him was so insignificant. Even the unique magical talent "Parseltongue" was made from fragments of his own soul. brought to the other party.

He was not qualified to be his destined enemy. Voldemort soon confirmed this. There were only two enemies in the world worthy of him - Albus Dumbledore and Cyrus.

One is the greatest white wizard, and the other is himself!

But I have to say that Harry's courage is very dazzling. He is not simply reckless. In fact, he is very self-aware of his own strength and talent. But even so, he will not bow to Voldemort, even if he is lying down. On the ground, he was still staring at Voldemort with his stubborn green eyes!

Voldemort didn't care about the ant's anger. He lazily walked to Harry's side. He was surprisingly not angry at the boy who had caused him to lose power. Instead, he introduced his family history to Harry.

"Did you see, Harry, the corpse lying next to you is my father," he said kindly, without any dissatisfaction at all, and a funny smile appeared on little Barty's face.

"He's a Muggle and an idiot... just like your mother. But they all have their uses, don't they? Your mother died protecting you when you were little... I killed my father, you see , how useful he was after his death..."

Voldemort's words were like a blade piercing into the heart of Harry, the lion.

"Shut up!" Harry roared with hatred, wanting to tear Voldemort into pieces!

However, even if the lion cub was angry, he could not bite off half of the snake king's scales.

Voldemort flicked his wand contemptuously, and a Cruciatus Curse fell on Harry. He was just a small punishment, especially when Voldemort no longer took the prophecy seriously, he suddenly found that even torturing the child had lost its fun.

"Listen to me, Harry, you should be polite," his snake-like eyes were full of indifference, "I didn't make you like him, you should be grateful for my kindness, otherwise you have to wait now Let it rot, or be eaten by runes."

As he spoke, he raised his hand with his palm facing down. The three-headed rune snake straightened up and pressed its rugged head against his palm.

He was just a threat, so it was naturally impossible for him to kill Harry.

"Killing my father with my own hands makes me a little sad." Voldemort raised his head and sighed lightly, but he couldn't see the slightest sadness. "But look, Harry! My real family will be here soon. Coming back..."

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

Between the graves, behind the fir trees, and in every dark place, wizards apparated. They were all hooded and had their faces covered. They walked over one by one...walking slowly and cautiously, as if they couldn't believe their eyes.

Voldemort stood there waiting in silence.

One of the Death Eaters fell to his knees, crawled over to Voldemort, and kissed the hem of his black robes.

Harry saw a woman dressed in black with shining eyes, but with a little suspicion. She looked so crazy that she even dared to question the Dark Lord!

"Who are you?" Bella raised her chin and pointed her wand at Voldemort.

She was really confused now. After rebirth, Voldemort looked completely different from a human being, especially that face. Bella even wanted to believe that he was born from the belly of a snake!

Is this the Dark Lord?

Although the Dark Lord twelve years ago was already very scary, he at least still had a nose, right?

What's more, not long ago, Bella saw with her own eyes the portrait of "Tom Riddle" published in the Daily Prophet. That handsome young wizard was the true face of the Dark Lord!

His return to youth is proof of his immortality!

"It really breaks my heart, Bella, you don't remember me?" Voldemort turned around and looked at the gathered Death Eaters, with great dissatisfaction in his eyes, "Who else can summon you besides me? ?”

He looked around at the hooded faces. Although there was no wind, there seemed to be a slight rustling sound in the crowd, as if everyone shuddered together.

"What are you thinking? Why don't you kneel at the master's feet and beg for forgiveness immediately?!" Barty Jr. was more angry than Voldemort, or rather, his anger was visible.

He rushed between Voldemort and the Death Eaters, blocking Bella's wand pointing at Voldemort, and looked like he was going to fight with Bella.

But Voldemort reached out and pressed his shoulder, his fingers as sharp as bones.

"Stand back, Barty Jr."

After so many things, Voldemort valued Barty Jr. very much, and he was not annoyed with those subordinates who were once loyal to him.

The loyalty of the Lestrange family, especially Bellatrix, is unquestionable!

"Master..." Barty Jr. took a step back, but still looked at Voldemort worriedly.

The Dark Lord finally regained his calm demeanor. He walked forward without defense, his gray-white chest with snake scales exposed until he pressed against Bella's slightly bent wand.

"I know what you are doubting." Voldemort said softly. His words were very gentle and mild. Who would have thought that he was a demon who killed people without blinking an eye? He seemed to be talking to his lover, but the object was not Bella alone, but all the Death Eaters.

"Master?" Bella put down her wand half-doubtfully and prepared to kneel down.

In fact, not many people were still doubting at this moment. Appearance can be disguised, but strength and temperament will not change. The person in front of him is undoubtedly the Dark Lord!

"It's not you who should kneel in front of me today, Bella."

Voldemort's eyes swept across all the wizards. Those wizards formed a circle, but the circle was not dense, but rather sparse, as if some people were left out.

His footsteps passed Bella and moved further towards the circle formed by the Death Eaters.

"Welcome, Death Eaters," Voldemort said calmly, "Twelve years... It's been twelve years since our last gathering. But you still responded to my call like yesterday... That is to say, we are still united under the Dark Mark! Is that right?"

"Of course, my master!" The group of Death Eaters who came out of the prison took the lead in expressing their opinions.

However, Voldemort did not show a satisfied look. His nostrils, like cracks, flared and exhaled cold white air. He sniffed: "But I smell guilt, there is a stink of guilt in the air."

The circle trembled again, as if everyone wanted to retreat, but did not dare to move.

"Some of you are healthy and your magic is as strong as before - I ask myself... Why didn't these wizards come to help their master, to help the people they swore to be loyal to forever?"

"We were powerless at the time, my master!" Rosdorf pleaded.

"Of course, of course, I know your situation," Voldemort said softly. He waved his hand, and the Death Eaters who escaped from Azkaban immediately understood and walked behind him silently. Then, Voldemort looked at the other Death Eaters.

"But you must have believed that I was done for. You slipped back into my enemies, saying that you were innocent, unaware, and under a spell..."

Those people were trembling with fear.

"I asked myself again, but why do they believe that I will not make a comeback? Don't they know that I took measures to prevent death a long time ago? Didn't they witness me proving my unlimited power countless times when I was more powerful than any wizard?"

No one dared to speak at this time. Voldemort walked barefoot among them like a snake. Harry saw a dazzling white figure, obviously Lucius Malfoy.

"I answered myself, maybe they believe there is a stronger force that can defeat Voldemort... maybe they are now loyal to someone else... Albus Dumbledore?" Voldemort paused here, and then said another name, "Or that impostor, Cyrus?!"

Lucius's breathing immediately became much heavier.

Perhaps Voldemort heard it, or perhaps he had long wanted to attack Lucius.

"You tell me, my cunning friend, Lucius."

"Master, I--" Lucius felt his teeth trembling. When it comes to psychological quality, he is far inferior to Snape because he cares about too many things.

He couldn't say anything to defend himself, so Voldemort took the initiative to speak.

"I heard that you haven't given up your past behavior, even though you put on a sanctimonious face in front of the world. I believe you are still willing to take the lead in torturing Muggles?"

"Of course my master..."

"But I want to know, why don't you look for the traces of your real master, but work for that imposter?

Beads of sweat immediately appeared on Lucius's cheeks, but he was actually prepared for this question, or in other words, he had a set of excuses.

"I don't know, master - I thought it was you..."

"Yes, it is indeed easy to be misunderstood." Unexpectedly, Voldemort nodded, "He has the same face as I used to have, and he also has extraordinary talents and powers. He knows everything about me - but did I tell you to keep it safe? ! "

"Please forgive me, Master..." Lucius knelt down and put his face to the ground.

"Get up, Lucius," Voldemort said softly, "stand up. Do you beg me for forgiveness? Of course, this matter is not your fault. Anyone can be deceived by him. And little Barty told me, You did a good job in breaking into Azkaban. You didn't betray anyone and you brought back our friends. I hope you will serve me more loyally in the future."

"Of course, Master, of course...you are so generous, thank you..." Lucius burst into tears of gratitude.

At this time, Voldemort changed his meaning and his words became sharp and harsh, full of blood-like anger: "But I will not forgive these twelve years of betrayal! I will not forget, these twelve long years... I want you to pay back Pay off the debt for twelve years, and then I will forgive you!”

His gaze burned everyone like a flame, and everyone who looked at him felt as if their skin was being burned.

Harry saw his clear anger, and felt that he was casting spells on the Death Eaters who had betrayed him with more ferocity than when he dealt with himself. He was so powerful, but he still read the name of the spell loudly.

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

The betrayers except Lucius all fell to the ground, twitching as if they were about to die.

Voldemort showed mercy, otherwise even if he just cut out their bones, he might not be able to kill them.

After a while, he seemed to be less angry for the time being, so he stood arrogantly and said to himself:

"Now, let me talk to you about the fake." He said softly, "What a surprise, isn't it Lucius?"

Lucius lowered his head.

"The diary I gave you only recorded some of my past, but because of my powerful magic power, it had a way of thinking." Voldemort didn't mention Horcruxes, but he talked about Cyrus in a few words. identity of.

"A memory, carrying a little bit of my power, pretended to be me, got a body before me, did some stupid things, and tried to replace me?" He laughed contemptuously, "I admit, in In the first two confrontations, I didn't get any benefits from him, and even Wormtail was killed."

When Voldemort said this, he paused, not only saying that he felt "sorry" for Wormtail's death, but also causing the Death Eaters to show different expressions at the right time.

"How can he fight against you!" Little Barty said loudly.

"Yes, because I was weak at that time, but not anymore. I have returned and been reborn! A fake will soon die in my hands!"

He said confidently.

However, at this moment, a cluster of blue sparks suddenly lit up in the circle surrounded by Death Eaters. After the sparks bloomed, a bright song followed!

In an instant, a blue flame like a bellflower bloomed, igniting the entire space in an instant!

The flames boiled, and the spreading impact knocked all the Death Eaters away in the blink of an eye!

They rolled on the ground, like weeds unable to stand upright after a strong wind!

The only one still standing at this moment was Voldemort.

"Is that what you told them, Voldemort?"

A joking voice came from the fire, and then, a blond young man wearing a windbreaker stepped out. That familiar face made every Death Eater tremble with fear!

"Owner?!"

Bella's eyes widened and her gaze alternated between the two "Dark Lords".

Not just her, but everyone who has seen Voldemort's true form.

Cyrus raised his chin arrogantly, his golden pupils scanning the Death Eaters:

"It's time to choose your allegiance, Death Eaters!"

I'm going to Sanya for the company's annual meeting tomorrow. I hope you won't buy me out. If there is no update tomorrow, then I am dead.