"Voldemort was very forgiving. A deep voice echoed through the cemetery. "He'll tolerate the inevitable stupidity and cowardice of his men, like the Death Eaters who are coming over now, who have briefly "forgotten" about my existence, but I don't care, because after Voldemort regains his strength, they will come back sooner and be more loyal than ever. ”

"But I can accept stupidity, but I can't accept stupidity again and again, Peter, this is the third time you've made a mistake, you say, what should I do?"

The air was suddenly filled with the sound of cloaked pawns. Between the graves, behind the cedar trees, there were sorcerer's apparitions in every dark place. They were all hooded and had their faces covered. One by one, they came over...... Walk very slowly, cautiously, as if you can't believe your eyes. Voldemort stood there in silence waiting. 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 was true of the Death Eaters behind him, each of whom crawled to Voldemort's side on their knees, kissed his robes, and then stepped aside, stood up, and silently formed a circle.

"The stupidity may have to be saved to the end, but for now let me see the members of my real family. Voldemort tilted his head, raised his wand and pointed to the side, shattering the old Riddle's tombstone completely, and with a loud bang, it collapsed.

Voldemort shook his head slowly, his hand raised, his scarlet eyes staring at his wand or his slender fingers.

At this time, there were still some gaps in the whole circle, as if waiting for others to join. Voldemort, however, no longer seemed to expect someone to come. 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.

Voldemort sighed, and the cold voice drifted far away, and the circle trembled even more severely.

"Welcome, Death Eaters," Voldemort said calmly, "thirteen years...... It's been thirteen years since we last assembled. But you still answer my call as you did yesterday...... That is, we are still united under the Dark Mark!, right?"

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

"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 see you, healthy and magical—so quickly—— I ask myself...... Why don't these sorcerers come to help their masters, to help those who have sworn eternal allegiance?"

No one spoke, no one dared to move. Only the worm's tail fell to the ground, holding its bleeding arm and sobbing.

"I replied to myself," Voldemort whispered, "that they must have believed that I was not going to do it, and that 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 come back? Didn't they know that I had taken measures to prevent death a long time ago? Didn't they have seen me prove my potential countless times when I was stronger than any wizard?"

I replied to myself that perhaps they believed that there was a greater force that could defeat Voldemort...... Perhaps they are now loyal to others...... Maybe it's the leader of the Lower Ribas, the protector of the Mudblood and Muggles, Albus Dumbledore?"

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

"It disappoints me...... I admit I was disappointed......"

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 fell to the ground writhed and screamed in pain. Harry was confident that the sound would reach the surrounding houses...... Call the police, he thought desperately...... No matter who it is...... Anyway......

Voldemort raised his wand. The tortured Death Eaters lay flat on the ground, panting.

"Get up, Avery," Voldemort whispered, "stand up. You ask me for forgiveness, and I won't forgive. I won't forget. Thirteen long years...... I want you to pay off your debt for thirteen years, and then I will forgive you.

"Will you ever know how to forgive, Tom?" an old voice came from behind a purple tree.

Then the people in the circle around Voldemort seemed to stumble at this time, and became confused, facing Voldemort's several Death Eaters who wanted to twist their necks stiffly to see what was happening, but they didn't dare to move rashly because they were afraid of the man in front of them.

"Dumbledore!" After a brief silence, Voldemort broke the silence with a breath of cold air.

The scarlet pupils dilated in an instant.

"Traitor?"

His heart trembled, and he thought of the word almost immediately.

Their plan was very covert, and it was exposed for no more than two reasons, someone showed his feet, or rather, a traitor revealed information to him.

Who would believe that Dumbledore didn't do a good job as a judge during the Triwizard Tournament, and then wandered to this place without any trouble, and then happened to meet the resurrected Voldemort?

"Crouch or Malfoy, Jr." Voldemort fell silent after calling Dumbledore......'s name, frantically contemplating all possibilities

Then he subconsciously shot a green light at the old man not far away.

Dumbledore was holding his wand in his hand at this time, and he strode leisurely towards Voldemort, the half-moon lenses reflecting a faint light, making it difficult to see the emotions in the old man's eyes.

The old man's reaction was extremely fast, and when he saw the death curse coming at him impartially, the figure of the old man flashed away like a gust of wind, disappeared in place, and then the green light hit a stone tablet behind him, and exploded, bursting into a series of explosion-like sharp sounds.

At this time, Voldemort restrained himself so that he did not appear so panicked.

I couldn't know my own state.

His strength had weakened, and when he waved his wand, the wand's awkward feedback and his own feelings were enough to make him understand that his current strength could not compete with the old man in front of him.

What was the reason that he had not fully recovered his strength after his resurrection, and in his imagination, his strength would have been better than before after this resurrection, why? Was it because of the lack of the boy's blood?