Bellatrix relayed what Barty Crouch Jr. had said.

Walking into the room, Voldemort sat down on the couch: "Severus is now strong enough to be that strong?" ”

He had already experienced how powerful and cunning Harry Potter was.

That's a level that I can't even deal with.

although

Now I was just resurrected, and I wasn't exactly the feared Voldemort.

"Snape was dealing with third-year Potter." One of the Death Eaters bowed his head and whispered in reply.

Oh, third grade.

That's understandable.

Voldemort lowered his head and looked at the wound he had been cut out, now it began to turn green and stench, and began to eat away at the flesh step by step, now it was corruption, and if it was delayed, there would be no need for treatment, and direct amputation would be more effective than any treatment.

"Call Severus back." Voldemort pondered, and after a moment, spoke hoarsely.

Basilisk's poison can heal.

After all, the other end of the castle was his dear little pet.

But he wasn't sure it was only the basilisk poison on it.

He's good at potions, but not so good.

"Master, your dear godson," exclaimed a Death Eater.

Voldemort gracefully raised his wand and aimed it at the man, reciting the incantation in a calm tone: "Drill the heart and cut the bones!" ”

He immediately collapsed, struggling in pain.

"What are you talking about?" Voldemort whispered, "It's reminding me"

"Voldemort, who was killed once, was completely reduced to a wretched wretch, a wretched wretch saved by his godson."

"So Voldemort can't listen to a single letter, and you have to obey the orders of that dear godson?"

Whether to listen to him, or to Barty Crouch, that's a big question.

The Death Eater shook his head with difficulty, his limbs twitching and twisting into a mess.

"No, my great master, the Death Eaters have obeyed you from beginning to end." He struggled and spat out the words.

Voldemort sneered: "Why don't you say it smoothly, but you have to grit your teeth like this?" ”

"Are you sincere?"

"Let me take a look."

He waved his wand, and the Death Eater's robe was lifted open, revealing his open chest.

Poof—

The chest was cut open without a trace, revealing the beating heart, and Voldemort shook his wand slightly, and the blood vessels broke one by one, and the bright red, energetic heart flew out, suspended in the air.

"Is this your heart?" Voldemort beckoned and took it in his hand, "Let me see." ”

"What a nice heart."

"But why can't I see it's a true heart?"

The Death Eater lay on the ground, gasping for air, even though magic kept him alive, but the absence of a heart still put a great strain on his body.

Voldemort played with it like he was playing with some treasure of the world, and after a while, it dawned on him, "Oh, maybe it's really true." ”

He let go of his hand.

The heart flew forward and fell back into the man's body.

The Death Eaters finally relented, as if they were alive.

"Not next time, okay?" Voldemort whispered, as if he respected him, and greeted him firmly.

The Death Eater trembled, and before his body could recover, he immediately turned over and knelt at Voldemort's feet: "Master, my great master, my loyalty to you has never changed. ”

"Then go contact Severus and get him over." Voldemort flicked his wand, "At this time, we need all the strength. ”

Speaking of which.

The door suddenly opened.

Lucius Malfoy walked in, trembling in the snow.

"My dear Lucius." Voldemort looked at him and said in a brisk tone, "In my current memory, when I met you, you were just a child. ”

"Now it's so old."

Lucius knelt down: "Praise your return, great master." ”

"I don't need compliments." Voldemort waved his hand, "My presence is praise." ”

"I'll give you an account."

Lucius lowered his head and kissed the ground: "Master, the servant did not succeed. ”

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, flicked his wand, and the Mind Curse fell on the old man.

"Didn't work out?" Voldemort sneered, "That's your son, the future heir of the Malfoy family, and you dare to tell me that you didn't succeed." ”

He didn't use much magic.

While making Lucius feel pain, he was able to speak freely: "Master, no, you listen to me. ”

"He was reluctant to embrace the Great Death Eater."

Voldemort interrupted him: "He doesn't want to? ”

"Is he unwilling, or are you unwilling?"

"Malfoy, tell me your answer."

"He, it's him." Lucius twitched and struggled, "Great master, servant, servant dare not lie, he is a rebel, after I told him that I wanted him to be an honorable Death Eater, he did not hesitate to attack me, and there was no father in my eyes at all. ”

"I haven't seen him for two years, and now he's getting stronger."

"Master, I'm no match for him, I lost to him, and all my wands were taken away from him."

He struggled to lift his robe, revealing fresh scars on his body.

Voldemort looked.

It's easy to see if he faked it himself, or if someone else struck it, at least for him.

It's an injury that can only be experienced by someone else's blow.

"Father, son." Voldemort withdrew the spell and sneered, "Family, that's a ridiculous word." ”

He paused slightly: "Lucius, I'm disappointed in you. ”

"You're messing up one more thing."

Lucius trembled and knelt down and kissed the instep of his foot: "Master, please punish me, your loyal servant is willing to bear it."

Voldemort lifted his foot and gave him the honor of kissing his foot: "No, Lucius, my dear friend, you are loyal, and the loyal deserve to be rewarded, though you have done two things." ”

"But it didn't affect my resurrection."

Lucius kissed hard.

Voldemort looked at him with a deep look in his eyes: "I heard that when you were at Hogwarts, you had a good relationship with Severus?" ”

"So, I'll give you a task."

"Dear Lucius, as soon as possible, remember my words, as soon as possible, as soon as possible to get Severus over."

"I need him now."

Lucius looked up and glanced at his master incredulously.

Voldemort's face sank: "Why, do you also listen to Crouch's opinion and think I shouldn't."

He was about to wave his wand.

Lucius hurriedly shook his head: "No, my great master, your opinion is always the wisest, and your servant will faithfully carry out all your will. ”

Voldemort nodded in satisfaction: "Good." ”

He thought about it and wanted to explain, but he quickly gave up.

As the Dark Lord, their master should not open his mouth to explain his faults, when will the master explain to the servant?

(End of chapter)