Voldemort looked away from Harry and began to look at the body. For him, it was extremely dark for fifteen years, the body of dreams. His hands were like big pale spiders, and his long, slender pale fingers caressed his chest, arms, and face, like stroking treasures, his breathing was soft, and his expression was ecstatic.

"Master."

Barty Crouch Jr. was pale like a dead man, all due to blood loss from the wound on his severed arm, and he stared feverishly at Voldemort's face, completely ignoring his own wounds, and crawled on the ground with his remaining arm, came to Voldemort's feet, and kissed the instep of his foot.

Voldemort was admiring his wand drawn from the pocket of his robe, which he had never had a strong grasp in fifteen years, and Barty's kiss caught his attention.

It was as if he had just noticed that there was a Death Eater who was loyal to him, even if he had been cared for by this believer for a year, even if he had only been resurrected with his help, Voldemort raised his eyebrows, and Harry believed that the smile he saw on Voldemort's lips was faintly mocking rather than appreciative,

"You're not doing well tonight, Barty--"

Voldemort whispered,

"Thankfully, there's no one else here tonight, Barty, what would anyone say if someone saw that child's play duel, the Dark Lord's loyal Death Eaters were defeated by three underage children at Hogwarts, oh, where would I put my face if the news got out?"

Little Barty's face was almost covered with dirt, and he did not dare to defend himself, all excuses were untenable in front of the great Dark Lord, and he could only express in this way that he was extremely ashamed of his master.

"Get up, Barty--"

Voldemort said lazily,

"I said I'd reward you when it was all done, the Dark Lord is a man who keeps his promises, especially those who follow him faithfully. Arise, for there will be no one among those who will lose their precious lives tonight. ”

Little Barty finally lifted his head, his forehead sticking to the dirt, and he was sobbing with gratitude.

As if to understand that if this continued, Barty Jr. might bleed to death, Voldemort raised his wand and danced in the air, the tip of the wand drawing a silver band of light that wanted to melt, which at first did not take shape, and then the band of light twisted into a shining silver human hand, which was attached to Barty Crouch Jr.'s severed arm.

The pain ceased at once, and little Barty looked surprised as if he hadn't expected his master to heal him, but had been unexpectedly rewarded.

"You are so merciful, my master!"

"This is the reward you deserve, Barty, as compensation for the injustice you have suffered over the years, of course. Of course, there are more honors to come to you, but I think"

Voldemort leaned over and grabbed Barty Jr.'s arm, pulling his sleeve up to his elbow.

Harry thought that the first thing Voldemort would do after his resurrection was to kill himself. He wasn't afraid, even, he couldn't wait for this to happen.

It's all over, that's it for him.

The moment Ron and Hermione fell, the wizarding world was over for him. However, Voldemort did not seem to be in a hurry to take his life, and he left him aside as if he did not exist.

A bright red tattoo - a skeleton spitting a snake out of its mouth - the image that appeared in the sky above the box on the night of the Quidditch final.

"-Publicly praise your faithfulness and consciousness in front of all. Come on—"

Voldemort's pale cheeks smiled,

"They've definitely noticed. Now let's take a look. You'll see the

He pressed his long, pale index finger to little Barty's arm, and as he watched the bright red mark turn black, he looked cruelly proud,

"How many people have the guts to come back and how many are stupid not to come after feeling it?"

"I will always be behind you, my master!"

Little Barty was dizzy from the blood loss, and he struggled to stand, but every cell in his body spoke of the adoration of Voldemort.

Voldemort didn't respond, he paced and circled around the fallen cauldron, breathing deeply and enjoying the fresh air, and suddenly at one point, he stopped, looked at Harry with the monstrous hatred in his eyes, and smiled cruelly,

"Go and bring them, Barty, I mean Harry Potter. Friend, let him look at them again, he won't see them soon., the little girl you killed., she'll be good food, Nagini will like it, etc., Nagini."

Voldemort was coiled in the haystack, and when he heard this, Nagini, who got up in a hurry and confided in the snake letter, raised his hand,

"I'm going to have to wait a while. Wait until they all come, oh, and don't forget your father and Twinkle. Oh my God, I'm kind of a fan of your little elf, Barty, it's so much more comfortable to have him around than I do in the Albanian forest. Ah, and our old friends. How could I forget, I think he must have been a gift from Cleona. I didn't ask her to do it, it must have been a waste of her thoughts, but I have to say that I like this gift, so I can be more lenient with her and tolerate her previous rudeness."

Little Barty bent down deeply, and then happily complied with the instructions to keep everyone in the cemetery here.

"Harry Potter."

Seeing Barty Jr. leave, Voldemort's scarlet gaze fell on Harry's face again, and he whispered

"I think you must be confused. I'll explain it to you, but be patient, I can tell you something first, you're standing on my father's bones, stupid incorrigible Muggle. Just like your own mother. But they are all useful, aren't they, when you were young, your mother died to protect you and I killed my father, you see, how useful he came in when he died"

Even Harry could see that Voldemort was extremely excited, pacing back and forth,

"See that house on the hillside, Potter? Where did my father live, my mother was a wizard and lived in this village and fell in love with him. But when she revealed who she was, he abandoned her, my father, who didn't like magic."

Harry was a little drawn to Voldemort's story, but when Barty Crouch Jr. returned with Ron and Hermione on his shoulders and threw their bodies to the ground roughly, Harry's turquoise eyes became bloodshot, and he tore at the rope that bound him, whimpering desperately and screaming, his heart aching like a knife!

"He left her and went back to his Muggle parents, before I was born, Potter. My mother died in childbirth when she gave birth to me, and I grew up in a Muggle orphanage. But I swore to find him, and I took revenge on him, the man who gave me the same name as him. Tom Riddle."

After Barty Jr. left, Voldemort continued, his red eyes scanning back and forth between the graves, but Harry couldn't listen anymore, and he burst into tears and couldn't breathe.

Barty Jr. asked Twilight to get his father over, and Barty Jr. didn't seem to be dead, but in a breath, the loyal elf couldn't cry, but it didn't dare to treat Barty Jr., and didn't dare to take him away, because of Barty Crouch's orders, because of fear of the Dark Lord.

Karkaroff was still under Harry's petrification spell when he was brought here, but he was trembling all over, Harry had never seen anyone who could still move after being petrified by the petrification spell, you can imagine how scared Karkaroff was now. Harry could understand his fears, Sirius had shared what he had done.

Finally there was Gabrielle, the first person to die in the cemetery tonight looking at the three corpses, Harry was no longer afraid of death, he wanted to die, if he lived, how would he face it all.

After leaving Gabrielle behind, little Barty stopped, smiled bloodily at his father's face lying on the ground, and then viciously ordered Twinkle to shut up so as not to disturb his master, who was in his arms.

"Listen to me, listen to me remember my family history." Voldemort took a deep breath and whispered, "Ah, I'm a little sad. But look, Harry! My real family is back."

Clouds of shadows descended from the sky and fell on this hell.

(End of chapter)