"Master?" Malfoy's voice came from behind the mask, and he was a little hesitant and unwilling, obviously unwilling to give up that position,

But Voldemort ignored him, and Crouch took Malfoy's place with a triumphant expression, and Voldemort continued to patrol his servants, and he let Avery return to the ranks, a move that undoubtedly relieved every Death Eater,

Apparently forgiven for the servants who had come back to him tonight, Voldemort walked and stopped, saying a few words to one of the Death Eaters from time to time, and at last, he stopped at the largest gap in the line,

"There were six people standing here, but three of them died for me," Voldemort said quietly, "a cowardly traitor who has been duly punished there, one I think has left us forever, and of course he will pay the price, and the other—"

"Barty. Crouch, he will have the glory he has always dreamed of," Voldemort said, pointing to the man who took Malfoy's place, "Extremely lucky, my most loyal servant, he is back with us, tonight, Harry. Porter & Lawrence. Rovande, it's a credit to him to be able to come to my rebirth dinner."

There was a dead silence, and none of the Death Eaters did anything else, but in the end Malfoy stepped forward and asked everyone's inner confusion,

"Master, we don't understand, we all want to know how you managed to do this." Malfoy leaned down and asked,

"Do we have something else to do before we let you know? Barty?" Voldemort said Barty. Crouch hesitated, then took a step forward, bowing his head and waiting for Voldemort's instructions,

"I told you I didn't expect to be able to bring Rovander to this dinner?" Voldemort said that the Death Eaters began to talk to each other,

"I understand, my master, but you wish he would come," said Barty, "and I have brought him to you with all my might."

"Then why do I see in your eyes that you manipulate Karkaroff and cast a death curse on Rovande?" Voldemort asked, and Barty bowed his head in silence, and his head lowered a little more,

"Rovander turned down my offer." Voldemort said calmly, his words eliciting an even greater reaction from the Death Eaters, with some screaming angrily, others gasping, and many more whispering,

"Master, I think that alone will be enough for him—" Barty was not finished when Voldemort interrupted him,

"I was very weak in possession of a bad wizard," said Voldemort, his eyes flashing as he looked at Lawrence, "and he had in his hand the Philosopher's Stone that would keep me alive and regain my strength, and beside him stood Harry. Potter, I was close to getting everything I wanted – but he turned me down."

"Of course, after all, he hadn't seen my unrivaled power then, and I was barely alive at that time, worse than a ghost," Voldemort said, "At school, in Dunburidos' territory, I could understand that choice."

"You couldn't even lock your heart back then." Voldemort laughed, the rope on Lawrence's body cracked, and he was released by Voldemort from the marble tombstone, Lawrence took a step forward and looked at Voldemort,

"My spells have easily broken through your defenses, but not anymore." Voldemort looked at Lawrence with a satisfied gaze,

"You've seen my might, haven't you? I will give you another chance to join me," said Voldemort, "abandon that wand that will not show you power, use your magic to work for me, and unify England not as our end but as our beginning, all Europe, all of the world, you can get whatever you want."

"You're wrong, Voldemort," Lawrence said in a moment of silence, Voldemort's eyes narrowing as he said the name, "My answer won't change because of your strength or where I am now."

"Well, that's a pity......," Voldemort said, "give him back his wand, Barty."

"Yes, my master." Barty pulled Lawrence's wand from his waist and threw it at Lawrence's feet, Lawrence picked up his wand, stroked it, bowed his head and didn't speak,

"Unintelligent insistence, Rovande," Voldemort said, "he's yours, Barty."

"Master?" Barty was a little stunned, he looked at his master with some uneasiness,

"Didn't you want to kill him?" Voldemort said, "You're afraid that Rovander just agreed to work for me, right?"

"No, master......" Barty tried to disguise,

"Lie—" Voldemort said lazily, "not very clever, Barty, go and duel with Rowander as you think, and prove that you are the most useful servant to me."

"......" Barty was silent for a moment, then he smiled, unable to hide the madness in his eyes, "as you wish, my master."

The Death Eaters silently gathered the circle of ranks, Lawrence and Barty staring at each other with their wands,

"Do you know how much I wanted to kill you in the labyrinth?" Barty whispered, and a green light swept towards the floor in front of Lawrence, blowing up a puff of dust, and Lawrence stood still and didn't reply,

"I've tried my best to drain you physically and mentally," Barty said smugly, "It's only time your wand will fail, or I don't think I have much chance."

"Oh?" Lawrence finally reacted, he looked up and looked at Barty,

"I'm going to torture you slowly," Barty said, "I'm going to let you shed your last bit of blood, and make your filthy Muggle blood gone forever."

"Very creative." Lawrence nodded, indicating that he knew,

"You had a chance to run away tonight," Barty scoffed, "but you gave up your last chance to that stupid girl, why? Because she helped you break my spell?"

"What a bargain," Barty said contemptuously, "to help you block a spell and get a life, maybe she's not stupid, but smart?" You decent people, that's how easy it is to control."

"Maybe it's not smart?" Barty seemed to say to herself, "There's a lot of buzz around the school, and she likes you, right?"

"How stupid," Barty said, shaking her head in confusion, "maybe she thought you'd like her by doing this?"

"You're getting two things wrong." Lawrence said in a strange tone,

"She likes me, so she didn't think twice about blocking a spell for me," Lawrence said slowly, Harry's heart began to pound, and he could hear the cheerful emotion in Lawrence's tone, "It's not that complicated, and I like her too, so I'm so desperate for her to live."

"So I'm sorry, Harry." Lawrence turned to look at Harry with an apologetic expression, "If I had fought hard at the time, maybe we would have survived, but I don't want to risk her life."

"I don't mind," Harry replied, "really."

"Thank you," Lawrence bowed his head, "the second thing—"

Lawrence raised his wand and swung it down hard, and an invisible spell crossed the distance between him and Barty.

Barty screamed, he was horrified to find that his protective spell had been cut like parchment, he could only pounce to the side in embarrassment, not far behind Barty, several Death Eaters around him raised their wands and cast defensive spells at almost the same time, and a series of chilling voices sounded like an explosion,

But Barty's screams quickly overshadowed everything, and his left foot was cleanly severed, and the wound did not even ooze a trace of blood, but showed a charred face.

"Don't you understand that Voldemort is punishing you for going against his will, not rewarding you?" Lawrence looked coldly at Barty, who was crawling towards Voldemort on the ground, and Voldemort did not say anything about the servant's miserable state, but looked at Lawrence with interest,

"Go on, Barty," said Voldemort, "this is the duel you expected, isn't it?"

"Master—" Barty gasped, "I was wrong, my master."

"I said, go ahead." Voldemort waved his wand, and to Barty's wail, the faithful servant made a half circle around the ground, facing Lawrence,

"Lovande—" Barty roared as he propped himself up, but before he could raise his wand, Lawrence's next spell had already hit his left eye, and Barty fell backwards, leaving a pitch-black hole in his left eye,

Harry felt a little sick to his stomach, Lawrence's actions made him feel a little strange and afraid, but he suddenly understood, the left eye and the left foot, these are Moody's two biggest characteristics,

"I don't want to cast a death curse on innocent lives, just for the sake of the classroom." Lawrence said lightly, and Harry remembered that Lawrence had talked about the first Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson,

"But if it's for you." A flash of disgust flashed in Lawrence's eyes, and he raised his wand, and Harry almost screamed,

"That's enough." Voldemort waved his wand, and Lawrence fought back with his wand, but the spells of both men were in vain, leaving the Death Eaters in circles around them to dodge in embarrassment.

"My servant, after all," Voldemort said, kicking Barty, who was lying on the ground wailing weakly, "You now understand why I would want Levander to join us?"

"I won't join you." Lawrence said,

"Oh?" Voldemort smiled incomprehensibly,

Then they began a silent contest, and the Death Eaters had a tacit understanding to disperse the encirclement so as not to be attacked by the pond fish, but the truth was that they were too worried, neither of them wasted time tempting with simple spells, and the duel entered a complex magical offensive and defensive battle at the beginning,

Voldemort was the first to cast a spell, and the ground on which they stood turned into undulating sand dunes,

Lawrence raised his wand and set off a huge wave of sand, drowning Voldemort, but Voldemort tossed his wand aside, and the waves were forced to separate, and then converged behind Voldemort, turning into a large earth-colored serpent, and pounced on Lawrence,

Lawrence tapped the sand at his feet, a pair of huge arms made of sand rose, and the big snake was slapped into dust with his palms, but the dust turned into a stripless little snake, and they flexibly passed through the defense of the arm, Lawrence tried his best to break a few, but more small snakes bit him, Lawrence pursed his mouth and didn't say a word,

"Do you see my power?" Voldemort asked softly, although Lawrence was still holding on to his wand, he was no longer able to fight, the little earth-colored snakes had firmly restrained him, and the dark magic in it had made Lawrence no longer able to resist,

"I see." A cold sweat slid down Lawrence's forehead, and Voldemort's magic sent chills all over his body,

"Why don't you want to join me?" Voldemort asked, "You're so loyal to Dunburidos?"

"Ha," Lawrence laughed, "I'm not loyal to him, I'm loyal to the things I like."

"Do you like the world?" Voldemort asked,

"You seem to have made a mistake? I hate the world so much." Lawrence retorted with fierce words Harry had never seen before,

In Harry's memory, Lawrence had never shown his hatred so obviously, and Harry could feel that this was a deeper hatred than when Lawrence cast the death curse on Barty just now.

"My father who wanted to strangle my mother when I was a child, and abandoned me at the bereavement of my mother's wishes," Lawrence roared, "I need to be careful not to show the magical Muggle world, and I naively thought that the wizarding world was so beautiful that the problems that plagued me would no longer exist."

"But sadly, new problems are constantly emerging, blood discrimination, rotten bureaucrats, unscrupulous journalists, these bastards are always working tirelessly to sabotage my passion for the wizarding world." Lawrence said, his tone had calmed down,

"How can I possibly like the world?" Lawrence said, "But there are many, many things I like—"

"How I love magic, it's so fun, it's so fascinating, and it gives me the opportunity to learn so many things I love."

"How I love my friends, who are able to play pranks with me, tolerate my indifference, share joy with me, and fight against hated enemies together."

"How much do I like those teachers who work tirelessly? They are always admirable and work hard to pass on knowledge and protect students from malicious harm."

"How much do I like that girl? I've always been haunted by the shadows of the past and ridiculously jealous, but I think she's willing to understand them, even though I may not have had a chance to tell her."

"The things I like live in this world," Lawrence said, "I'm not going to help you get the world, you're going to make him worse than he is now, and—"

"You don't like the world either, but your ambitions and desires force you to want things you don't like," Lawrence said, taking a deep breath, "and I think you're pitiful because you don't like anything but yourself."

"Shut up—" Voldemort roared, his spell striking Lawrence,

Lawrence felt as if he had stepped on the ground and fell straight into the abyss, countless halos of silver light surging towards him.