Voldemort's grim voice echoed through the clearing, and Evan and Harry listened silently, their bodies tense. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The scar on Harry's head hurt all the time, as if it was going to tear him apart, and he gritted his teeth to protect Evan behind him.

He also thought that Evan was Gabrielle and was involved in the trouble because of himself.

Harry was determined to bring Gabrielle back alive, no matter what happened......

Voldemort continued to pac around, seemingly in a good mood, reminiscing about his past.

"My father abandoned us, my mother died in childbirth when she gave birth to me, and I grew up in a Muggle orphanage, so I vowed to find him. Voldemort said, "Later, I took revenge on him, and the man who gave me the same name as him, Tom Riddle......"

Speaking of the name, there was a chill and disgust in his tone that could not be concealed.

"It's a name that I'm ashamed of, and it belongs to the man!" said Voldemort, his voice softer and the cruel smile on his face more pronounced, "but it will end, and this shame will leave me with my father, destroyed by my own hands." Haha, Harry Potter, it's an honor for you to listen to me, to listen to me remember my family history...... Ah, I'm a little sad, but look, Harry, my real family is back!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the air suddenly filled with the sound of cloaked soldiers.

In the weeds, behind dead trees, in every dark place, there are wizard apparitions.

They were all hooded and had their faces covered.

One by one, they walked slowly, cautiously, as if they couldn't believe their eyes.

Voldemort stood there in silence waiting, his snake face twisted into a cruel smile.

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

"The host...... Master......" he called in a low voice.

The same goes for the Death Eaters behind him, each of whom crawls to Voldemort's side on their knees and kisses his robes.

Then, silently, he stepped aside and stood up, gradually forming a circle between Voldemort, Aven, Harry, and the man who was slumped on the ground gasping and moaning.

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

Voldemort, however, no longer seemed to expect someone to come, and he looked around at the hooded faces, and although there was no wind, there seemed to be a slight rustle in the circle, as if the circle was shivering.

"Welcome, Death Eaters!" Voldemort said calmly, "Thirteen years, thirteen years since our last assembly. But you're still answering my call as you did yesterday, that is, we're still united under the Dark Mark mark, aren't you?"

He lifted his hideous face, opened his two slit-like nostrils and sniffed.

"What does this smell like, I smell guilt!" he said, "and there is a stench of guilt in the air." ”

The circle shuddered again, and it seemed that everyone wanted to step back, but did not dare to move.

"I saw you, healthy and magical, arriving so quickly! I used to ask myself why these mighty wizards had not come to help their masters, to help those who had sworn eternal allegiance?!"

No one spoke, no one dared to move.

"And then I'll answer myself!" Voldemort whispered, pacing slowly around the inside of the circle, "They must have believed that I was not going to do it, and thought I was finished." They slipped back into the midst of my enemies and said they were innocent, unaware, and under witchcraft......"

"I asked myself, but why did they believe that I wouldn't make a comeback? Didn't they know that I had taken measures to prevent death a long time ago? Didn't they have seen me prove my magic countless times when I was stronger than any wizard?" his voice dragged on and was particularly eerie.

"I replied to myself, maybe they believed there was something more powerful and capable of defeating Voldemort!, maybe they were now loyal to someone else, maybe it was the leader of the Lower Ribas, the protector of the Mudblood and Muggles, Albus Dunbley?!"

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

Voldemort ignored him, his expression becoming more and more gloomy.

"I'm sorry for that, and I admit I'm disappointed, disappointed in you......"

One of the people in the circle suddenly fell to the ground, and he was prostrate at Voldemort's feet, trembling from head to toe.

"Master!" he cried, "Master, forgive me!

Voldemort sneered and raised his wand.

"Drill the heart and cut the bones!"

The Death Eater who had fallen to the ground writhed and screamed in pain, the sound coming from the soul.

Voldemort was more powerful than any Dark wizard, and his evil thoughts made the Mind Curse extraordinarily cruel and unbearable.

Evan clenched his wand, the damn Portkey hadn't been in time.

After more than a dozen minutes, Voldemort finally raised his wand.

The tortured Death Eaters lay flat on the ground, panting.

"Get up, Avery!" Voldemort whispered, "stand up, and you beg my forgiveness! I will not forget, the long thirteen years...... I want you to pay off your debt for thirteen years, and then I will forgive you. ”

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

"I think you're wondering how I got back. He said softly, "I did get the help of a few vampires, and although they were not obedient, they helped me, and Voldemort will not treat those who helped him badly......"

He raised his wand again, and danced in the air, a band of light like molten silver drawn over its head, shapeless at first, and then twisted into a glittering human hand, as bright as moonlight.

It flew down on its own, automatically attaching itself to the man's bleeding wrist.

It fits seamlessly into his arm, as if he were wearing a dazzling glove.

The man tried to bend his glittering fingers, and with a trembling hand, he picked up a twig from the ground and crumpled it into powder.

"My master!" he whispered, "thank you, merciful master!"

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

"Those who are loyal to Voldemort will be rewarded, and you deserve it, Duland!" said Voldemort, "You are welcome to be a member of the Death Eaters, and as promised, I will help you get back what is rightfully yours." ”

Seeing the vampire tremble and join the circle, Evan made a note of what he looked like.

He replaced Peter Pettigrew with Voldemort and obtained the cursed arm.

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