v5 Chapter 211： You don't even want to call me master!

It's not good to come early. I met Voldemort who was banned from the big and the trumpet was weakened by the epic level.

It must feel comfortable enough to be abused, but William just wants to be abused by the other party.

come here!

come to torture me!

Abuse must be impossible. With Voldemort's small physique, he probably remembered what happened in Albania, and he blew himself up when he saw William.

It was so simple that William felt a little embarrassed, so he went back to the second cycle and didn't pin Wormtail.

So you feel a little more confident?

But unexpectedly, Peter drilled a hole and ran away on the spot, leaving Voldemort where he was.

Well, that's Peter's style.

William tried it a dozen times, and the result was the same.

Because Voldemort thought the plan was leaked, Dumbledore was probably coming too.

Since he failed, he would have to blow himself up first, then run away, and not give Dumbledore any more chances... But William really came alone!

No Dumbledore behind him!

No way, he had to wait for Voldemort to fully resurrect.

Otherwise, people will blow themselves up directly, and they won't make all these bells and whistles with you at all.

William was stunned, and suddenly had a new idea.

He doesn't have to come here with his own appearance, just become someone else.

Like... William looked at his gene pool.

Hmmm...there's quite a bit of hair available for him to use in the Polyjuice.

The four hundredth cycle.

In the middle of the night, all the students walked towards their respective colleges under the organization of the dean.

Malfoy and his wife, Narcissa, were searching for Draco in the labyrinth.

The two searched for a long time in the grass before they found Draco, who was disheveled.

There is still a big stick by his side, and the female zombie has long since escaped.

Malfoy's wand pointed at his son and said, "Recover quickly."

Draco woke up slowly and looked at old Malfoy, tears streaming down his face.

"dad……"

"Who did it?" Narcissa said angrily, weeping.

Malfoy was also furious.

Dare to touch his son... don't want to live anymore?

"I didn't see... Someone stole my Flux, and then a female zombie dragged me to the playground..."

Malfoy burst into tears.

This time the Flux was not stolen by William, but definitely by Hermione.

In the afternoon, William told her that he could come and grab the Flux.

If it is William, it must be directly and directly robbed.

Hermione was not so high-profile, carefully wearing an invisibility cloak to grab it.

So Draco didn't see who did it.

"Forget it, go back first." Malfoy felt the burn on his arm getting worse.

The three walked towards the castle and parted at a crossing, while Malfoy turned and ran towards the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

He came to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, suddenly took out his wand, and looked at a big tree vigilantly.

"Who is it, come out!"

"It's me, don't be nervous, Lucius!"

Karkaroff came out from behind the big tree, clenched his left arm, and said with a grim expression:

"You feel it too, Master... is calling us. This is the first time in fourteen years."

"What do you mean, want to report me to the Ministry of Magic?" Malfoy asked warily.

"Report you, are you kidding? The master has returned..." Karkaroff said seriously.

"Still standing with the Ministry of Magic at this time... What's the difference between joining Grindelwald in 1945?!"

"Your **** is moving fast." Malfoy sneered: "Don't forget, you were forgiven by the Ministry of Magic for betraying the Death Eaters back then."

This is not true.

After the fall of Voldemort, Karkaroff was also caught by Mad Eye, so he turned into a leading party, all kinds of Death Eaters.

Because Karkaroff was imprisoned in Azkaban, there are not a few Death Eaters.

Therefore, in the circle of Death Eaters who escaped guilt, everyone did not like Karkaroff very much.

Death Eaters must have backbone!

They hate this leading party the most!

"How are you better than me? Didn't you rely on bribes to say that you were under the Imperius Curse to escape Azkaban?" Karkaroff told each other.

"You didn't get Imperius tonight, did you?"

Malfoy snorted. "So, why are you coming to see me tonight? Are you going to tip off the Ministry of Magic, or are you trying to run away?"

"Of course..." Karkaroff stroked his beard and said, "I went to see the master with you."

Malfoy didn't know what potion was sold in Karkaroff's gourd, but nodded anyway.

When something went wrong, he turned Karkaroff over to Voldemort as a traitor he had caught.

I think the owner will be satisfied.

"Severus didn't come?" Malfoy asked suddenly.

"I don't know, he wasn't with me tonight."

Malfoy sighed.

Snape reckoned this time that he was going to mess with Dumbledore.

Back then, when Voldemort fell, only Snape was Dumbledore's bailout, saying he was a spy here.

At that time, everyone knew that Snape had already hugged Dumbledore's thigh.

For this reason, Malfoy has always maintained a good relationship with Snape and admired his strategic vision.

But now that the master was back... Snape was probably dying.

"Come on," Malfoy said.

The two walked to the edge of the Forbidden Forest and began to Apparate.

...

...

before the tomb,

This time, Voldemort finally succeeded in resurrection according to the plan.

He was laughing wildly.

waiting for the arrival of the servant.

As the winner, he started chatting with Harry again.

This is the grace of a victor.

"Harry Potter, you are standing on my father's corpse," Voldemort hissed softly.

"He's a Muggle and an idiot...like your own mother. But they're all useful, aren't they?

When you were little, your mother died to protect you...I killed my father, you see how useful he was after he died..."

Voldemort laughed. As he paced back and forth, he glanced around as a rune stalked the grass.

"See that house on the hillside, Potter? My father lived there. 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 doesn't like magic..."

"He left her and went back to his Muggle parents before I was born, Potter. My mother died in childbirth when I was born, and I grew up in a Muggle orphanage..."

"But I swore to find him... I avenged him, the man who gave me the same name as him... Tom Riddle..."

Voldemort continued to pace up and down, red eyes scanning back and forth between the graves.

"Listen to me, listen to my family history..." he whispered. "Ah, I'm a little sad...but look, Harry! My real family is back..."

The air was suddenly filled with the rustling of cloaks. Between the tombs, and behind the cedar trees, in every shadowy place there were apparitions of wizards.

They all wore hoods and covered their faces. They came one by one... slowly and cautiously, as if they couldn't believe their eyes.

Voldemort stood there in silence, waiting.

With a thud, Malfoy fell to his knees first, crawled up to Voldemort, and kissed the hem of his black robe.

"Master...Master..."

He whispered, tears welling up in his eyes.

The same goes for the Death Eaters behind him, everyone kneeling, crawling over to Voldemort, kissing his robes, then stepping aside, standing, and forming a silent circle.

Only Karkaroff didn't move, he was still watching Malfoy perform with interest.

Good guy... I didn't expect that Malfoy was also an acting school, and the voices of the master just now were all crying.

Everyone looked at Karkaroff.

Malfoy also looked at him strangely, thinking about taking him down.

Karkaroff seems to be very... brave tonight.

Wait...he wouldn't tip off and bring Dumbledore, would he?

Malfoy narrowed his eyes, ready to run.

Voldemort seemed patient tonight, ignoring Karkaroff and looking around at the hooded faces.

Although there was no wind, there seemed to be a slight rustling sound passing through the circle, as if the circle shivered.

There are still some gaps in the circle, as if waiting for others to join.

However, Voldemort seemed to no longer expect anyone to come.

"Welcome, Death Eaters," he said quietly.

"Thirteen years... it's been thirteen years since our last meeting. But you're still answering my call like that day...that is, we're still united under the Dark Mark! Are you?"

Voldemort raised his hideous face, opened his two slit-like nostrils, and sniffed the air.

"I smelled guilt," he said. "There was a stench of guilt in the air."

"I see you, all healthy and as magical as ever--arrived so quickly!--I ask myself...why haven't these wizards come to help their masters, those they swore eternal allegiance to?"

"I answer myself," said Voldemort softly, "that they must have believed I was dead and thought I was done."

"They slipped back into the midst of my enemies, claiming they were innocent, unknowingly, engaged in sorcery..."

"Perhaps they've given allegiance to someone else by now... maybe the Hook-nosedthe protector of Mudbloods and Muggles, Albus Dumbledore?"

Voldemort finally looked at Karkaroff.

"is not it?"

Karkaroff didn't move, but instead grinned.

"I understand." Voldemort beckoned, and the rune snake swam over and rubbed against his palm.

Voldemort rubbed the snake's head and said calmly: "You became the headmaster at Durmstrang and lived a good life. The Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore are there to protect you.

You no longer need my protection, you have no attachment to me, and you are disgusted with being a Death Eater. "

He paused, looked at Karkaroff, and said sadly:

"You don't even want to kneel down and call me master!"

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