Chapter 204：

Suddenly, the sparks on the crucible went out. A white vapor rose from the cauldron, and then, through the white mist in front of them, they were horrified to see the black figure of a man slowly rising from the cauldron, tall and thin, like a skeleton.

Is that the legendary Voldemort?

Furong and she shrank into Ye Ting's arms, completely afraid to face all this, even Hermione clung to Ye Ting's arm, nervous and frightened, she subconsciously used force to grab Ye Ting's arm deeply. mark.

"Cloth me." The cold, shrill voice said behind the steam. Wormtail sobbed and groaned, still protecting his stumped arm, hurriedly grabbed the black robe wrapped in a blanket from the ground, stood up, and put it on his master's head with one hand.

The thin man stepped out of the cauldron and began to examine his body.

His hands were like big pale spiders, and his slender and pale fingers stroked his chest, arms, and face; those red eyes appeared brighter in the dark, and his pupils were split like cat eyes. He raised his hands, moved his fingers, his expression was ecstatic, he ignored the **** and twitching Wormtail on the ground, or the big snake-it swam back sometime, hissing around Harry. Spin around.

Voldemort put his strangely long fingers into a deep pocket and drew out a magic wand. He stroked the wand lightly again, then raised it to point at Wormtail, picked him up from the ground, and threw it on the tombstone where Harry was tied up. Wormtail fell beside the tombstone and slumped there weeping. Voldemort turned his bright red eyes to Harry, and let out a cold, sharp smirk.

Bend down, pulled Wormtail's left arm, and rolled his sleeve to his elbow, revealing the black mark on his skin.

"We... We saw that sign on the night of the World Cup..." Furong said tremblingly.

Hermione energized her and explained to her the meaning of the Dark Mark.

Seeing Voldemort pressing his long, pale index finger on Peter's mark of the Dark Devil, Fleur seemed even more frightened.

"He... he is summoning Death Eaters... right?" Furong said in a voice that was so small that it was almost inaudible. Before, anyway...Anyway, we have seen the Dark Lord's...resurrected."

"No hurry, no hurry," Ye Ting shook his head lightly, "I still have one last goal that I haven't accomplished. That is, let the Dark Lord kill Harry."

Chapter 0283 Voldemort and the Death Eaters

Today Voldemort is full of ambition. Under the plan of the Death Eaters, he not only regained his body, but also brought his big enemy to the front.

Now, Voldemort treats Harry purely as a cat and mouse, and he is even in the mood to talk to Harry about his father.

"...You are standing on my father's bones." He hissed softly. "He's a Muggle and idiot, just like your mother. But they are all useful, aren't they? You little At the time, your mother died to protect you, and I killed my father. You see, how useful he was after his death..."

He recounted the experience of his parents, recounted his birth, and continued to pace while talking, scanning back and forth between the graves with red eyes.

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

The air was suddenly filled with cloaked Xixi pawns. Between the tombs, behind the cedar trees, there are wizards apparitions in every dark place.

They all wore hoods and covered their faces.

Only the Death Eaters would still maintain this attire today.

They came one by one... They walked slowly and carefully, as if they couldn't believe their eyes.

Voldemort stood there in silence and waited. A Death Eater fell to his knees, climbed up to Voldemort, and kissed the hem of his black robe.

"Master...Master..." he whispered.

It was the same with the Death Eaters behind him. Everyone knelt and crawled to Voldemort's side, kissed his robes, and then stepped aside, stood up, and silently formed a circle, connecting Tom Riddle’s grave, Harry, and Voldemort. Surrounded by Peter Peter, who was paralyzed on the ground, weeping and twitching. But there are still some gaps in the circle, as if waiting for others to join.

Hermione and Furong couldn't bother to ask Ye Ting about the shocking remarks he had just said. They covered their mouths nervously, stared carefully at the faces under the hoods of the Death Eaters, trying their best to identify their true identities.

However, Voldemort didn't seem to expect anyone to come anymore. He looked around the faces in the hood. Although there was no wind, there seemed to be a faint rustling sound in the circle, as if the circle shivered.

"Welcome, Death Eaters," Voldemort said quietly, "Thirteen years... It's been thirteen years since our last assembly. But you still answer my call as you did yesterday... That is, we are still united. Under the Dark Mark! Isn't it?"

"I smell guilt," Voldemort said. "There is a smell of guilt in the air."

The Death Eaters in the circle shivered again, it seemed that everyone wanted to step back, but didn't dare to move.

"I see you, healthy and healthy, with the same magical powers as before-arrived so quickly!-I asked myself... Why don't these wizards always come to help their masters, help them who sworn allegiance to them forever?"

Obviously, Voldemort was quite angry at what the Death Eaters had done over the years. He was furious at the Death Eaters, causing them to tremble.

Someone immediately knelt down and begged for mercy, but what was waiting for him was a heart-piercing curse.

Then, he finally gave Peter Pettigrew the reward of resurrecting him-he raised his wand and danced in the air. On the head of the wand was drawn a band of light like molten silver. At first, it had no shape, and then the band of light twisted. It became a gleaming human hand, as bright as moonlight. It flew down on its own and rested on Peter's bleeding wrist.

Seeing this scene, Ye Ting shook his head in admiration.

It seemed that Voldemort was not a fool who ruled everything purely with fear, he was still a leader.

After returning, he summoned his past men and furious with those who were present.

However, although he was very angry, he actually only picked up these Death Eaters, put it down gently, and punished one of them with the Drilling Curse. He didn't really kill them because of his anger, but appropriate. Shows his belly volume.

After all, he still needs people to do things for him, and this threat is enough to make these Death Eaters obediently obedient.

However, those Death Eaters who did not come are different. Those Death Eaters who responded to the call can be forgiven, and those who did not come, ha ha...

In addition, his reward for Peter is to show that the rewards and punishments are distinct-it is clear that Peter resurrected Voldemort out of fear of old friends such as Lupin and Black, rather than loyalty.

After reporting back to Peter, Voldemort walked to the man to his right.

"Lucius, my cunning friend," he stopped in front of the man and whispered, "I heard that you did not give up your past behavior, even though you put on a stern face in front of the world. I believe it. Are you still willing to take the lead in torturing Muggles? But you never looked for me, Lucius... Your actions in the Quidditch World Cup are quite interesting... But if you spend your energy on finding and helping your master , Isn't it better?"

"Master, I have always been very careful," Lucius Malfoy's voice quickly came from under the hood, "As long as there is any signal from you, as long as there is any rumors about your whereabouts, I will rush to you immediately. , Nothing can stop me—"

"But when a faithful Death Eater launched my mark into the air last summer, you ran away." Voldemort said lazily—Mr. Malfoy shut his mouth suddenly, "Yeah, I know. Lucius...you disappoint me...I hope you will serve me more faithfully in the future."

"Of course, master, of course... you are generous, thank you..."

Lucius Malfoy was the representative of the pure-blooded family who took refuge in Voldemort. Voldemort's words meant that he would no longer hold these people accountable, and everyone was relieved.

Then Voldemort took two steps, stopped, and looked at the gap between Malfoy and the person next to him—the gap was enough for two people.

This was originally the location of the Leicester couple, but the loyal doglegs of Voldemort were still in Azkaban.

Voldemort announced loudly that he would rescue the couple and give them a huge reward. He also declared that the dementors of Azkaban would join them.

Finally, he stood in front of a guy in funny clothes.

The man in front of him looked quite young, but he was wearing a set of tattered old-fashioned clothes, with a magic eye tied to his head, one bare foot, and a prosthetic leg beside his foot.

"It's that guy. He wears Professor Moody's clothes, but he has changed back to his original shape." Hermione whispered.

This is Barty Crouch Jr., who pretended to be Moody with the compound decoction.

"Ah, Barty Crouch," Voldemort looked at him with hollow red eyes, "I know that you are my most loyal servant and have been working for me. You sneaked into Hogwarts alone, **** it. Thanks to your efforts, our little friends will come here tonight..."

Barty Crouch Jr. bowed to Voldemort proudly. There was a small commotion among the Death Eaters, and they secretly exchanged glances.

Item 0284

Finally, Voldemort finished training his men and began to deal with Harry Potter.

This is that Hermione and Furong finally thought of what Ye Ting had said before.