Chapter 810: Voldemort: 1 It must be that the way I was resurrected is wrong!

"The Blood Wizard of Hogwarts (

Peter's sorrowful cry reverberated in the hall.

However, no matter how he defended it, Voldemort didn't waver at all, but he was even more cruel when he started, and he was kind of trying to find someone to vent his anger.

The screams continued for more than five minutes, until Peter was tortured and almost unconscious, Voldemort seemed to be bored, and he raised his wand and stopped casting the spell.

Looking at Peter, who was lying on the ground, his body still twitching unconsciously, the Death Eaters in the hall shuddered together, and there was a surge of fear in their hearts, and they all took away the thoughts that had risen in their hearts. go back.

Even if the mysterious people are down, they are also vicious and vicious black demon, who can easily take their lives.

After venting the anger accumulated in his heart fiercely, Voldemort also regained his composure, and finally opened his mouth to answer everyone's questions. "I was not the one who led the attack on the Ministry of Magic to kill Fudge yesterday morning. All of us were fooled!"

what?

Voldemort's words stunned the Death Eaters present. Fenrir looked down at the Daily Prophet on the table. On the cover of the newspaper, Voldemort led Bella, August and others into the atrium. Photo.

The red eyes, the weird snake face, the cruel methods, and the unmatched power were all signs of the Dark Lord, and Fenrir couldn't believe that it was someone else posing.

Not to mention, Voldemort once said that he would rescue Bella and others imprisoned on Halloween, so when he received the news this morning, Fenrir had no doubts at all.

On the side, Snape understood the meaning of Voldemort's words, and immediately guessed. "Master, are you saying that someone pretended to be you, rescued the Death Eaters in Azkaban ahead of time, and then took them to attack the Ministry of Magic?"

"But besides the Dark Lord, who can have such a powerful force?" Fenrir was a little puzzled, and then asked cautiously. "Could it be Dumbledore who used the compound decoction to become the master?"

Fenrir had just joined the Death Eaters shortly, and the information he knew was limited. In his mind, the only person who could contend with the Dark Lord was Dumbledore.

The thought of the famous white wizard in the magical world transforming into Voldemort's appearance, and the scene of killing at the Ministry of Magic, Fenrir felt that goose bumps all over his body were about to rise.

And if he remembers correctly, the compound decoction can't be boiled at will, it needs to be added to the deformed hair or body tissue.

Fenrir glanced at Voldemort's bald, hairless top of his head, thinking it was definitely not an easy task.

All this is a game, no wonder the opponent wants to take someone to attack the Ministry of Magic, no wonder Minister Fudge will die tragically on the spot, because the opponent's initial plan is to recommend Pierce to the stage!

"Only this is possible!"

Voldemort's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and said, his body faintly exuded a terrifying pressure, and his whole body was going to explode.

He couldn't accept his most loyal seventy-one subordinates, so all of them were in the Ministry of Magic!

Not only that, but the other party also controlled the Ministry of Magic backhand, and by the way exposed his existence... it directly destroyed all his plans in advance!

According to his expectation, does not intend to reveal his whereabouts in the near future.

Because of this, he did not commit suicide in Azkaban to rescue Bella and others. Instead, he asked Peter Pettigrew to take advantage of the change of guards and Azkaban’s defense was the most empty. The Magus form sneaked in and then led people to kill from the inside.

With so much effort, I hope that the Ministry of Magic can attribute this large-scale escape to the negligence of the guards and the riots of the dementors...

Only in this way can he sit firmly behind the scenes, hide his whereabouts, provoke the Ministry of Magic and Ivan Hals to fight against each other, and reap the benefits of the fisherman.

However, when he woke up this morning, he found that everything had changed. From a conspirator behind the scenes, he was reduced to a rat hiding in the ground.

Now that the entire magical world knew of his existence, maybe the Ministry of Magic had sent people around to search for him.

Although those Aurors weren't dangerous to him, these people were Ivan Hals' eyes. If the Aurors found out when they were out, they would definitely kill them as soon as possible.

Voldemort thought about the battle a few months ago, and there was a trace of fear and confusion in his eyes.

He didn't understand why things suddenly became like this.

I have endured humiliation for more than a decade, and spent all my hardships to return to the world. I should have shown my ambitions to dominate the magical world. It was definitely not the only way I could only shrink in this room like I am now.

Could it be that there was a problem with the way he was resurrected, and he was beaten up by an imp if he could not restore his full strength?

Voldemort deceived himself and thought, but he was very clear in his heart that he will only be stronger now than he was 15 years ago!