v5 Chapter 212： I can keep this scar!

It's impossible to kneel down, it's impossible in this life... It's even more impossible to call the master.

It's like the master's task.

Under the gaze of the Death Eaters, Karkaroff straightened his back and looked directly at Voldemort, looking very... brave.

He has always been very attentive, why is this?

Of course, it was because of the person who came, not the real Karkaroff, but William with his bitter face.

Otherwise, with Karkaroff's character, how dare he appear here?

Since it is fake, why not publicize it?

William said directly:

"Voldemort, I'll call you Tom Riddle, will you say yes?"

Voldemort squinted his eyes, flashing a cold red light, but he was a little stunned.

Except for Dumbledore, no one dared to call him that name for many years!

"Do you agree?" William laughed. "If you don't want to, I can give you a reason you can't refuse."

"Master, kill him!" someone shouted.

Malfoy fell to his knees again and said loudly: "Master, kill him, let me help you solve this traitor..."

A pony like Malfoy is so attentive, it stands to reason that Voldemort should be very happy.

He sneered and raised his wand.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

The Crucifixion was not aimed at William, but fell on Malfoy, who was kneeling.

He twisted and screamed in pain, as if wearing a mask of pain on his face.

The other Death Eaters shuddered, not even daring to let out the air.

William looked at it blankly.

Good guy, compared to little Tom, the Dark Lord really doesn't have a good brain.

Or……

Moody.

Harry hung limply on Voldemort's father's tombstone, his wrists aching from the ropes.

He looked up at the scene in front of him, and was also very terrified.

"I'm probably the one who will be tortured for a while, right?" he said silently in his heart.

Harry is a little desperate, no matter who is good, come and save him!

Dumbledore where are you!

And William... The World Cup was kidnapped, and it was William who suddenly appeared and rescued him.

Help me!

Voldemort put away his wand and stopped the torture. The tortured Malfoy lay on the ground, breathing heavily.

Voldemort walked over slowly, his steps light and his voice low and magnetic.

"Lucius, are you teaching me to do things?"

The next scene can be called a foot control benefit.

Voldemort, wearing only a black robe, walked up to Malfoy, the robe tumbling over him, revealing his strong thighs.

He raised his right foot and lifted Lucius' black hood with his toes.

Voldemort didn't step down hard, but rubbed the soles of Lucius' light blond hair with his bare feet stained with a lot of mud.

It was Malfoy's proudest hair.

At this moment, he didn't dare to move.

Not to mention wiping feet with hair, let the Death Eaters lick the soles of Voldemort's feet clean, they can do it!

Death Eaters... just a bunch of servants.

Fortunately, Voldemort didn't have such a bad taste. His voice was smooth, like a snake, cold to the bone.

"You want to do it for me? Do you think I'm dead? Can't even handle a little servant, eh?"

Voldemort stepped down and slammed Malfoy's head into the muddy pit.

Such an insult, Malfoy did not show any resentment, but just lowered his body and cooperated with Voldemort's movements to make it more comfortable for him to step on, so as not to touch his feet.

Malfoy's mouth was full of dirt, and he still pleaded:

"No, that's not what I meant, Master!"

Voldemort is also an old pua in the workplace. He asked in a hoarse voice, "Lucius, are you comfortable?"

"Comfortable... Master, you torture me hard, I just ask you to forgive me..." Malfoy said humbly.

Voldemort had tormented enough, and he could save his life...he could understand that.

"No, I will not forgive you. I will not forget, the Dark Lord will not forget!" Voldemort mocked:

"The long thirteen years... I want you to pay off the debt for these thirteen years before I forgive you."

Voldemort looked up through a layer of mist, his red eyes hovering over the Death Eaters.

Everyone trembled involuntarily.

Voldemort's arrogant laughter echoed in the night sky.

He laughed for a while, then stopped slowly, his eyes were cold and said:

"I think you've seen how stupid it is to think this boy is better than me."

Voldemort looked at Harry who was tied to the tombstone and said:

"I want to clear the misunderstanding out of everyone's minds. Harry Potter escaped from me by a fluke.

Now I'm going to kill him to prove my mighty power.

In the here and now, in front of you. "

Voldemort paced up and down, laughing: "There is no Dumbledore's protection here, no Stark's stopping it, and no Potter's mother to sacrifice for him.

I'll give Potter a chance and he can fight me fairly one-on-one so you don't wonder who's stronger. "

The Death Eaters giggled admirably.

Harry struggled hard, his mouth blocked by the **** from nowhere, and he could only let out a whimper.

But regardless of his speech being blocked, he still roared:

"Kill me, kill me!"

Rather than being tortured to death by Voldemort, Harry would rather find an old crooked-neck tree and hang himself with his underwear.

It would be more enjoyable and less tortured.

"I know, I know." Voldemort left Malfoy and walked towards Harry.

He put a pale hand on Harry's shoulder, put it in his ear, and whispered:

"Harry, you want to see your mother, the Mudblood, don't you?"

Harry struggled to break free, and the mournful anger came out vaguely through the cloth in his mouth.

"I remember that night very well," said Voldemort in a sympathetic tone. "Your mother begged me on her knees... beg me to let you go."

He raised his hand and suddenly opened his mouth and said, "Clap, a green light!

I accidentally killed her. "

"Harry...forgive me." Voldemort reached out and stroked Harry's face.

Harry felt goosebumps all over his body.

"I really didn't mean to. But she was so loud, like a fly, buzzing in her ear.

I'm so tired, my head hurts!

So, I killed her. "

"I admit, that night..." The Dark Lord smiled cruelly. "I'm careless.

But thirteen years later, I'm back, and she's not coming back. "

With a tap of Voldemort's wand, the cloth wriggled firmly into Harry's mouth.

"Death," the Dark Lord said in Harry's ear, "should be a quiet thing.

Wait for me here... I'll kill you! "

Harry struggled. Voldemort didn't say a word again and walked slowly towards Karkaroff.

"I have to warm up before my duel with Harry Potter..." Voldemort exclaimed to the Death Eaters.

"Come on, Igor Karkaroff.

Aren't you going to give me a reason I can't refuse?

Want to challenge my position?

Ha~ I don't accept it, because you are not worthy! "

Voldemort walked towards Kakaro step by step, and he said in a hoarse voice:

"But I won't let you die as a result of betraying me... the Inferi will chew your **, the Cruciatus will torture your soul day and night...

I'll control you, let you kill all of Durmstrang's students, and torture those you care about most. "

The Death Eaters swallowed, and Voldemort uttered such cruel words in the gentlest tone of voice...it made them shudder.

Voldemort's lipless mouth smiled.

"Courage and stupidity are often only separated by a fine line, and I'll give you one last chance, Igor.

I'm not a harsh and unkind person, to celebrate tonight's resurrection, surrender to me again... Kneel down and kiss my feet.

I am willing to spare you not to die. "

With his wand in his hand, Voldemort opened his arms deliberately, and walked towards William in an oppressive step by step.

Before killing Harry, he needs to use a more gorgeous oppression to show his great power.

Karkaroff is neither strong nor weak is simply the best target.

Perfect.

William didn't say any nonsense, and instantly Apparated, swept to Voldemort, and did not give a chance to cast a magic block. His move was a whip leg that he had practiced with Charlie for a long time.

But the whip leg was just a feint move, and a long sword stabbed strangely.

Karkaroff's speed greatly exceeded Voldemort's estimates.

Moreover, his fighting style is less like a wizard, more like a muggle.

Even as powerful as Voldemort, he was also repelled by this unexpected move. Looking down, he left a scarlet blood trough on his neck.

William grinned and said: "This scar, I have left it, it is the glory of your life."

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