"That's enough!" Voldemort's expression was indifferent, and his eyes were full of coldness, "Severus, you have disappointed me!"

Then, he raised his wand—

"Piercing the Heart (io)!"

Snape's face turned pale in an instant, and he fell to the ground with a heavy blow, his whole body trembling involuntarily.

"This is just the beginning, Severus. Are you going to be unable to hold on?" Seeing Snape's pale and trembling expression, Voldemort cracked his mouth and smiled sickly.

Then, he turned his head to look at the Death Eaters sitting at the long table, his expression becoming fierce again, "Did you see that? This is what will happen to you if you betray me!"

There was silence in the bunker's meeting room, and the Death Eaters were silent, except for Voldemort's eerie voice echoing through the room.

Just then, Snape's weak, muffled voice suddenly rang out in the conference room—

"Master...... I really didn't betray you......" Under the intense torture of the Diamond Heart Curse, his voice was extremely low and hoarse, but it revealed an extreme firmness.

Seeing Snape's resolute expression, Voldemort's movements couldn't help but froze.

"Are you still hard-mouthed, Severus?" He asked softly.

"It's not hard-mouthed...... Just talking about a fact......" Snape took advantage of Voldemort's relaxation, breathed a sigh of relief, and gasped heavily.

Voldemort's eyes froze, and although his face was still as cold as ever, the Drill Heart Curse that was being cast finally stopped unconsciously.

"Forget it, get him arrested." He waved his hand at the Death Eaters beside him.

Snape didn't struggle, allowing himself to be bound with ropes.

There was a deathly silence in the room again......

After this terrifying silence, another green flame rose from the fireplace to break the dead silence.

An extremely handsome black-haired young man stepped out of the flames.

Seeing the visitor, all the Death Eaters present, and even Voldemort himself, their expressions became a little subtle.

In the eyes of Voldemort and the Death Eaters, there are only two traitors on their side, and that is the only two people who can report to Dumbledore and Dracula who are staying at Hogwarts in time-

Severus Snape, now professor of Potions, and Tom Riddle, Voldemort's doppelganger, Defence Against the Dark Arts assistant professor.

Only the two men who had been at Hogwarts had the opportunity to inform Dracula in time to get to the fortress of Azkaban before Voldemort.

Now, as long as it can be confirmed that Voldemort's clone did not betray the Death Eaters' organization, it can basically be concluded that Snape is a traitor to the organization! When the time comes, it will be useless for him to be stubborn!

"Did you bring what I wanted?" Voldemort grimaced and asked Riddle, "I remember I said this is your last chance. I hope you can grasp it!"

Riddle stared at Voldemort's scarlet eyes, then smiled slightly.

"Fortunately, I didn't lose my life!" He said.

….

At the same time, Riddle took out an elongated crystal bottle from his pocket, which was filled with bright red blood.

Perhaps it was because Riddle had failed to complete the task too many times, and this time Voldemort couldn't help but show a surprised expression after taking the crystal bottle in Riddle's hand.

He pulled out the cap, stared at the blood in the bottle, and examined it carefully.

"Yes, it's Harry Potter blood." Voldemort's eyes showed overwhelming ecstasy, "I can feel that there is also a bloodline magic in this, and it is a guardian spell that is specific to me."

Then, he turned his gaze to Riddle, who brought blood, and waved his hand, "You did a good job this time. Do you have any rewards you want? Just mention it, and I'll do my best to fulfill your wishes!"

"I don't need to

What a reward." Riddle smiled and shook his head slightly, "Your timely recovery of peak strength is the greatest benefit for a clone like mine."

Voldemort looked even more satisfied, and nodded approvingly to Riddle.

"Severus, is there anything else you'd like to say now?" He looked at Snape, who was firmly tied, and asked smugly.

"I...... I still have the same view as before." Snape said firmly, "Be careful with your doppelganger......

"It's time like this, and you still don't want to admit that you're undercover?" Voldemort said coldly, "Severus, if you admit it honestly, I may still leave you a way out for your years of hard work."

"But if you're still so obsessed...... As you know, I have countless ways to make life worse than death!"

"Admit it, Severus." Voldemort's voice was seductive, "Or ...... say, 'I admit it, are those two words so indescribable?'"

"What you haven't done, where do you admit it?"

Snape's expression had become numb, but his psychological defenses were still very strong, and he refused to admit the "fact" that he was undercover.

"Good! You're good!" Voldemort laughed angrily, "Looks like I have to show you how I managed to get back to peak strength!" You'll regret leaving me!"

He clapped his hands.

A house-elf appeared in the meeting room carrying a huge crucible two or three times larger than his own.

Seeing Voldemort's twisted features and scarlet eyes, the house-elf took two steps back in fear.

Like many house-elves, this one is also short, with bat-like ears, a slender snout, and prominent green eyes the size of a tennis ball.

But unlike other house-elves, if you look closely, you may find that the elves' green eyes the size of tennis balls are not only full of obedience to wizards, but also contain some yearning for freedom.

"Come here, put the cauldron in the middle of the table." Voldemort rightfully instructed it.

But the elf did not walk over obediently, it carried the crucible, but subconsciously took a step back.

"I'll let you come!" Voldemort's tone intensified as he turned to Lucius, "Lucius, your house-elves seem to have some ideas of their own!"

….

Looking at the rebellious performance of his house-elves, Lucius was so anxious that his face turned green.

He quickly stood up and reprimanded loudly, "Dobby, Lord Dark Lord told you to put the cauldron over, didn't you hear?!"

The house-elf, Dobby, heard his master's command, and was forced to walk to the middle of the long table, and with a struggling face, he lowered the huge cauldron in his hand.

"Get out of the way and punish yourself in front of the Dark Lord!" Lucius then reprimanded.

Dobby lets out a funny choke, then slams his head against the wall in a frenzy.

"Bad Dobby...... Bad Dobby...... Don't listen to the master......" The elf slammed into the wall in pain, making a heavy noise.

At the same time, no one noticed that Dobby, the house-elf, was still whispering in a voice that no one else could hear:

"Bad Dobby...... Bad Dobby helps the Dark Lord who can't even mention his name...... But Dobby didn't have the courage to resist ......"

"Shut him up, Lucius." Voldemort said.

"Don't make any noise, Dobby!" Lucius said fiercely.

Dobby immediately shut his mouth and stopped hitting the wall, instead silently tearing his ears with four tiny fingers.

Voldemort glanced at the house-elf, and it was no more.

His attention was now focused on the crucible that Dobby had moved.

The other Death Eaters stared curiously at the massive cauldron in front of them, wondering what the Dark Lord wanted to do with it.

"Watch out, Severus." Under the curious gazes of the Death Eaters, Voldemort suddenly said to Snape, "I know that you are skilled enough to make potions, so this pot of potions was originally intended to be given to you to brew...... But you have betrayed me."

"In that case...... Avery !"

Avery, whose name was called, walked out with a smug look on his face, and glanced at Snape with disdain, apparently pleased with the credit given for nothing.

"This potion isn't much of a potion to make, I hope you don't let me down." Voldemort said coldly.

Avery nodded confidently and raised his wand at the massive cauldron—

"Clear water like a spring (aguanti)."

A stream of water poured out quickly from the tip of Avery's wand, and in the constant splashing sound, the cauldron gradually filled with water—

The cauldron was so large that when filled with water, it could completely submerge an adult sitting in it.

Voldemort looked at the cauldron full of water, the excitement in his eyes became more and more intense, and he didn't even control his own magical aura, and the black robe on his body was drumming and hunting.

Avery waved his wand again, scribbled at the base of the cauldron, and uttered another incantation—

"Indio."

A crackling fire erupted from under the cauldron, and the fire grew in size.

Afterwards, Avery took out several potion materials from a bag and added them to the cauldron.

After another complicated operation, the water in the crucible gradually turned a green color, and a strange and unpleasant smell wafted out.

The liquid in the cauldron gradually took on the appearance of a potion.

….

Under Voldemort's eager gaze, the potion in the cauldron did not disappoint him, and it heated up quickly.

Within two minutes, its surface not only began to boil, but also burst into strong sparks, as if it were on fire.

The steam grew thicker and thicker, and the figures of many of the Death Eaters present became foggy in the thick steam.

Voldemort's robe swollen even more violently.

"Quick!"

His high-pitched, cold voice revealed intense urgency, anticipation, and fanaticism.

"It'll be right away, master." Avery said as he wiped the sweat from his head and shuddered.

After all, he was not a potions master like Snape, and this potion that was not difficult to make in Voldemort's mouth still consumed too much of his mind.

After a moment, the entire boiling water suddenly calmed down.

Bright and dazzling sparks shimmered on the surface of the water, shining in the rich steam, as if it were studded with diamonds.

"It's done, master." Avery breathed a sigh of relief, and his grip on his wand relaxed.

Snape, who was restrained, gave him a look of disgust, as if he was disdainful of Avery's unprofessional method of brewing potions.

"It's now!"

Voldemort's glittering scarlet eyes were filled with ecstasy, his distorted features became even uglier, and his entire face looked like a flat snake face more than ever!

Looking at Voldemort's ugly face, Riddle on the side frowned imperceptibly, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.

But Voldemort was drawn all his attention to the potion in front of him, and did not notice Riddle's anomaly.

He walked straight to the crucible, jumped slightly, and stood on the edge of the hot crucible.

Avery took a deep breath, knowing that the next step was more important than all the previous steps combined, and raised his wand carelessly.

"A father's bones, unintentionally donated, can give your son a second life!" At Voldemort's impatient motion, he said in a trembling voice.

[To tell the truth, I've been using @

Standing on the edge of the cauldron, Voldemort's body suddenly separated into wisps of gray soot, which combined into a complete human skeleton shape above the diamond-like liquid.

Then, the skeleton fell gently into the cauldron and sank gently with a hissing sound.

The diamond-like surface of the liquid suddenly cracked, the surface of the water crackled, sparks flew everywhere, and the liquid turned a bright red blue, looking like the most poisonous poison in the world.

After separating the bones of his father, Tom Riddle Sr., Voldemort's figure suddenly became much more unreal.

He looked at Avery with a cold gaze, even if it was an illusory figure, but the powerful deterrent force in it still almost overwhelmed Avery.

Avery took a deep breath, raised his right arm tremblingly, and turned the wand in his left hand, pointing at the cauldron, pointing it to his right hand.

"The flesh of a servant, self-...... Voluntary donation allows your owner to ...... Reborn ......," he said grimly.

Then, Avery closed his eyes—

"Diffindo."

He let out a scream of pain.

A chilling "plop" followed as one of Avery's severed hands was thrown into the cauldron.

The potion in the cauldron immediately turned fiery red, and the bright light almost pierced the rich steam between the meetings, illuminating the shivering expressions of all the Death Eaters......

Avery let out painful gasps and groans.

He hastily tended to the massive wound on his right wrist, then lowered his wand and slowly took the vial of Harry's blood from Voldemort's hand with his remaining left hand.

"Hatred...... The Blood ...... of the Enemy Forced to give ...... can make your enemies ...... Resurrection!"

Avery poured Harry's blood into the cauldron.

The liquid in the cauldron immediately turned a dazzling white. The liquid was almost boiling again, and the diamond-like sparks continued to splash in all directions, extremely bright and dazzling, completely dissipating all the vapor around it.

Avery completed his mission and fell to his knees beside Voldemort on the edge of the cauldron.

He covered his severed arm and looked up at the Dark Lord's satisfied and excited expression, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief. He knew he had done a great job.

At this moment, Riddle, who had been standing on the sidelines and watching for a long time, suddenly moved!

……

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