"It reappeared, and they all noticed, and now let's see, how many people have the guts to come back after feeling it?"

"How many are there...... Will you be stupid not to come?"

Voldemort finally set his eyes on Harry. "Harry, you're standing on my father's bones." His voice was hoarse, like a snake talking.

"He's a Muggle and a, and I killed him. But he's still useful, you see, how useful he is when he's dead!"

Voldemort was excited at this point, and he was resurrected. And the greatest enemy is right in front of you, and you can kill him by stretching out your fingers at will.

"Look at this house! My father lived here. My mother, a wizard, lived in the village and fell in love with my Muggle father. But when she said who she was and she was abandoned, he was scared, he didn't like magic."

Voldemort excitedly walks through the graveyard when he discovers that Cedric and the Goblet of Fire are gone.

"How could I have become so sentimental that I didn't even notice that boy had disappeared." Voldemort began to examine himself, but he couldn't find a clue.

"Wormtail, you've done two things in a row! Two things!"

"I can't even do something as simple as killing a student, how can I punish you!"

"Master...... Please...... Mercy ......" Peter Pettigrew showed his severed hand to gain sympathy.

"Kindness? Wormtail, who do you think I am?"

"Master, you are the greatest Dark Lord, and you are going to ......

"Enough, Wormtail, I've heard enough of your flattery, go find him and kill him. Do what you have to do."

After a while.

The air was filled with the sound of rustling, the movement of phantom shapeshifts. Between the tombstones, behind the trees, there were people in every dark place. Dressed in cloaks and masks, they gathered cautiously, unable to believe that their former owners had returned.

Voldemort stood there silent.

The Death Eaters slowly knelt down and crawled up to Voldemort to kiss the Dark Devil's hem. The person who had finished the kiss stepped aside and slowly got up.

More and more people finished the ritual, and they formed a circle, enclosing Voldemort and Harry in the middle.

The circle is incomplete, and in some places there are large gaps, as if there should have been people there. Voldemort didn't want to wait, those who didn't come, he would solve it. Those who can't come, he will also solve it.

"Welcome, Death Eaters." Voldemort's voice was cold. "Thirteen years...... It's been thirteen years since we last ***. I am glad that you have answered my call today...... We remain united under the mark of the Dark Magic! Right?"

No one answered.

"I smell guilt."

The circle of people around shuddered. Everyone wanted to retreat, but no one really dared to move.

"I see that you are healthy and full of magic, and you have responded quickly to my call. But I have a question, why don't you come to your master's aid?" Voldemort's voice suddenly became terrifying: "Why don't you come to the aid of your master who has sworn eternal allegiance?"

After a while, Voldemort calmed down, "I know the answer."

"You must think I'm not good anymore. I think the prophecy is right, I'm finished. You run to my enemies and claim to have fallen for the sorcery......

"But I still can't figure it out, why don't you believe I can make a comeback? Don't you know that I'm not going to die? Haven't you seen that I'm stronger than any wizard? Have you seen me defeat powerful enemies countless times?"

Voldemort looked around and chuckled, "Perhaps you believe that there are more powerful wizards who can defeat me. Ah, is that man Albus Dumbledore?"

At the hearing of Dumbledore's name, the circle was in turmoil, some were shaking, some were chattering, and the most timid had fallen to the ground and cowered.

Suddenly, one of them fell at Voldemort's feet and screamed, "Master, forgive me, forgive us."

"Forgiveness?" Voldemort sneered and raised his wand.

【Drill heart carpal bone】

The man fell to the ground, writhing and howling in pain. Gradually, his robe fell off, and his mask was crooked, revealing half of his familiar face.

Severus Snape! (In the original book, it is a person named Frry)

Voldemort raised his wand. "Arise, I will not forgive you, long thirteen years...... You have to pay your debts before you can be forgiven. Wormtail has already paid off some debts, isn't Wormtail?"

Peter Pettigrew, who had been pretending to be looking for someone on the periphery, immediately ran back and knelt in front of Voldemort.

"You come back to me, not out of loyalty, but out of fear!"

"Yes, master." Peter Pettigrew moaned, "Please, master, please......

"But you helped me gain my body. Even though you are a traitor, you helped me. Voldemort will not treat those who have helped him."

With that, Voldemort stretched out his hand, and a piece of flesh fell from his palm and floated onto Peter Pettigrew's severed hand, slowly wriggling into a new hand.

Peter Pettigrew moved for a moment, as he had before he had cut it off, and felt like it was his hand.

"Thank you, my master." Peter Pettigrew excitedly threw himself at Voldemort's feet and kissed his robes.

"I hope your loyalty doesn't waver, Wormtail." Voldemort said calmly.

"No, my master, never ......."

Snape's eyes widened at Peter Pettigrew's hand, a magic he had never seen before.

Peter Pettigrew's hand had been sacrificed to Voldemort, not only flesh and blood, but also part of his soul.

Normally, no amount of magic can restore that hand, and even if the hand is regrown, the soul will not be used. Fake hands, on the other hand, require a great deal of magical skill, otherwise they cannot be used, just like a regrown hand.

This is the reason why Peter Pettigrew kept begging Voldemort but did not treat his injuries. His magic skills are so poor that if he is a novice in making his own, he will really be crippled for the rest of his life.

In fact, there are still a few wizards standing here who can make a good magician, and the problem is flexibility. They also believed that Voldemort's magic hands were better than all of them. But now Voldemort had given Wormtail a flesh-and-blood hand, one as nimble as the original, something more than all of them had expected.

This means that in the past thirteen years, Voldemort's strength has not only not regressed, but has also improved.

Voldemort was pleased with the situation, and he was gracious. These people who were able to come were undoubtedly not loyal enough, and they escaped punishment with clever words, and those who were truly loyal to him were imprisoned in Azkaban and could not come. Those who come need to be deterred, and the Drill Heart Spell and the Reward Worm Tail are both means to get them to surrender.

The next step is to kill Harry in front of them and make them understand that Voldemort is invincible!