The air was suddenly filled with the rustling of cloaks, and every second, there were apparitions of wizards, who appeared behind every tombstone and every cedar tree, hooded and masked, slowly approaching Voldemort slowly, cautiously, as if they could not believe their eyes.

Malfoy, who was mixed in with his 'colleagues', stumbled when he saw Harry Potter tied up on the tombstone, and he couldn't believe how the Dark Lord had managed to get his hands on Potter under the dual protection of Dumbledore and Brian.

Then, he noticed the young man beside the Dark Lord who was glaring at them with an angry gaze, completely speechless.

One by one, the Death Eaters knelt down, and they crawled to Voldemort's feet in a line, kissing the hem of his black robe.

Malfoy did the same, and when he knelt down, his heart was full of bitterness, and he finally faced his heart, he didn't want to see the Dark Lord return, but it was already a given.

A little girl I don't know, the youngest son of the Weasley family, a mudblood who was attacked some time ago and got away with Brian's efforts, Barty Sr. - a well-known high-ranking official and Igor Karkaroff, a traitor, he is not dead, but Malfoy knows that this is only temporary, and he knows what the Dark Lord is doing with him.

Death has sprouted and will thrive.

"Master."

Like the others, Malfoy whispered, kissing the Dark Lord's robes, with great respect, but his dignity was crying.

"Welcome, Death Eaters,"

Voldemort said calmly,

"Thirteen years, it's been thirteen years since we last assembled. But you still answer my call as you did yesterday. That is, we are still united under the mark of the Dark Devil! Is it? ”

He lifted his hideous face, opened his two slit-like nostrils and sniffed,

"I asked about guilt," he said, "and there was a stench of guilt in the air." ”

Voldemort was 'speaking' to his supporters, a group of fearless rats who did not dare to show their faces, Voldemort mentioned a number of names, Avery, McNeill, Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, Noether. Pretty much the father of the Slytherin House gang he hated the most. Still, it didn't matter, Harry didn't care about that anymore.

He just wanted to die but he wanted to die a heroic death, he didn't bow down at the end of his life, he fell on the way to the charge, at least in this way, he didn't disgrace his father and mother, and didn't disgrace Sirius, Remus, Professor Blaine, Professor Dumbledore. Go underground, and he can give Hermione and Ron an an explanation.

They all died because of him.

It wouldn't be a particularly surprising thing if the Dark Lord dealt with all the followers here at once, but maybe it was the recovery of mana that made the Dark Lord happy, and Malfoy could see that the Dark Lord had no intention of opening the killing ring, which made him pluck up a little courage, and he wanted to find out some valuable information, which was a bargaining chip, in front of Brian.

The Dark Lord's return can't be hidden, but Malfoy does want to know how the Dark Lord got these people here, and today is the second match of the Triwizard Tournament. It was also incredible that he had brought Harry Potter and the Warriors out of Hogwarts, and that he was so powerful in the Dark Lord right under the noses of Dumbledore and Bryan.

So, when Voldemort drew everyone's attention to the boy with a little playfulness, Malfoy stood up tremblingly,

"Host, we are eager to know and beg you to tell us. How did you accomplish this? This miracle is back to us."

"Ah, that's a long story, Lucius,"

The Dark Lord wasn't angry that he was trying to snoop on his secrets, and he was even a little happy and a little proud. It's like a successful person recalling his difficult and rugged entrepreneurial path, and he finally overcame many difficulties and stood at the top.

"--Of course you've heard that this boy is my nemesis, and that night, he destroyed me, he destroyed my mana, but what you don't know is that it all comes from this boy's mother, whom I call noble—"

Voldemort chuckled softly,

"That noble woman died trying to save her son, and she used her sacrifice to complete a magic. Ancient magic allowed the boy to gain a kind of protection. I couldn't touch this boy, I knew the magic, but I foolishly ignored it, and I was punished. Those dark times, it doesn't matter, I've overcome obstacles. ”

Malfoy saw the Dark Lord put a finger on the Harry Potter forehead, and the boy looked pained and his eyes bulged.

Voldemort chuckled softly and retrieved his finger.

Malfoy listened to Voldemort as he heard Voldemort say that the spell he had shot at Harry had bounced back and hit him. Hearing that he did not die because of the role he had made in his attempts to conquer death, Malfoy's heart fluttered, and panic ran rampant in his heart.

That notebook. Maybe it really was that kind of thing, he knew the Dark Lord's most core secret, but he broke it. If only the Dark Lord knew that his means of ensuring his immortality had failed. He wouldn't forgive the Malfoys, desperate thoughts swirling through his mind as he heard Voldemort begin to say what he wanted to know most.

"Now look at how much fate took care of Voldemort."

Voldemort said with emotion,

"It's in. Just as I was about to give up hope, a lady came to me. Oh, she's not our companion, she was unknown before, but now you've all heard her name. ”

Harry stopped struggling, he knew who Voldemort was talking about, and he saw her in a dream with Voldemort killing an elderly Muggle.

"Vitia Cleona."

After Voldemort said the name, the circle of Death Eaters stirred for a moment, and more than one realized who the ugly and terrifying monster that appeared at the end of last year's Quidditch World Cup final night was.

"This unruly lady and I have nothing to do with it, but she's in the same situation as us. She and her people were unfairly oppressed from Muggles, from those who claimed to be righteous. For many centuries, they were humiliated and bravely resisted.

Following the revelation of our ancestors, this lady Vitia Cleona came to the forest where I lived, and she presented me with a lost treasure of history, and we made a contract in the witness of that treasure. She helped me get my body back, and I helped them get revenge on those who hurt them. Ah, with her help, everything went a lot smoother after that.

Lady Cleona provided me with a potion that was completely different from the wizard's potion to help me free me from my weakened and lonely ghostly state, and she brought me Bertha Jorkins, a witch from the Ministry of Magic.

Bertha Jorkins is in trouble, and Miss Cleona helps her out of it. Thanks to Jorkins for bringing me the news that Hogwarts will be hosting the Triwizard Tournament and knowing a loyal Death Eater. As long as I can get in touch with him, he'll willingly help me, yes, it's Barty. ”

Barty Crouch Jr. puffed out his chest as if he were enjoying the glory.

"--Of course, of course, you've heard that Barty has been arrested and died in Azkaban. But the reality is more complicated, he survived, with the 'help' of his famous father"

Voldemort chuckled softly, but little Barty looked at old Barty lying on the ground with disgust.

Voldemort said a lot, mentioning his plans, mentioning the matchup on Quidditch final night last year. And because of that matchup, he decided to change his plan, he was originally going to make Harry Potter a Warrior, using the Portkey instead of the Triwizard trophy to get Harry Potter out of Hogwarts.

But that duel would have made Dumbledore wary and would have watched Harry Potter very closely, and in this case, if Harry was still pushed to become a warrior, then Dumbledore would have understood immediately.

Cleona promotes Hermione, and she sees Hermione desperately protecting Harry in the box, which means there is something to be done.

Harry's face was grim, and the truth was finally revealed

Sure enough, it's all because of him, Hermione became a warrior because of him, and so many people died because of him

(End of chapter)