Master Druid at Hogwarts

Chapter 522 Death Eaters

"how dare you!"

Fake Moody heard Fish laughing at his master like this, and roared angrily to step forward to show him some color, but was stopped by Voldemort.

"Barty," Voldemort said flatly, "Fish's character is just like that, there's nothing to be angry about."

Probably because he had regained his strength, or because he still wanted to recruit Fish, so Voldemort was extremely magnanimous.

"You are so kind!"

Fish didn't respond, but the fake Moody knelt down in front of Voldemort with a very moved expression. Even Wormtail, who had lost his hand, struggled to get up from the ground and knelt beside the fake Moody.

"Master..." Wormtail choked up, "Master...you promised...you promised..."

"Harry, they look like house elves."

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The big-hearted Fisher laughed and said.

Harry: "Mmmmmmm..."

From the moment Fish laughed at Voldemort, Harry was afraid that they would be killed by the dark lord who became angry at any time, but Fish still looked heartless, after stimulating Voldemort, he went to stimulate his subordinates, Harry I feel so tired...

Fortunately, Voldemort seemed to be in a good mood because of his resurrection. Instead of responding to Fish, he lazily said to Wormtail at his feet, "Extend your arms."

"Oh, Master...Thank you, Master..."

He stretched out the bloody severed arm, but Voldemort sneered again: "Not this one, Wormtail."

"Master, please... please..."

Voldemort bent down, pulled up Wormtail's left arm, and rolled his sleeve to his elbow, revealing a bright red tattoo, the pattern was the Dark Mark that had appeared in the Quidditch World Cup...

That's the thing that got hit by Fish's cat's head.

"It's back," Voldemort murmured softly, ignoring Wormtail's sobs, carefully studying the Dark Mark on his hand, "They'll all notice it...now, we'll see...we'll know ..."

He pressed his long, pale forefinger to Wormtail's arm.

The scar on Harry's forehead throbbed again, Wormtail wailed again, and even the fake Moody showed a painful expression, and covered his left arm with his hand...

Harry had seen Snape and Karkaroff do this move before.

Voldemort took his finger away from Wormtail's mark, which turned pitch black.

With a look of cruel triumph on his face, he straightened up, threw his head back, and scanned the dark cemetery.

"How many would have the guts to come back after feeling it?" murmured Voldemort, staring at the stars with glowing red eyes, "and how many would be foolish not to come?"

"Master, do you still intend to forgive those traitors?"

False Moody said dissatisfiedly: "Those vile things that have no faith. They have the guts to wear masks and play around at the Quidditch World Cup, but they slipped away one by one after seeing the Dark Mark I launched."

Voldemort said nothing, but calmly looked at the fake Moody with his red glowing snake eyes.

"Yes, I'm sorry! Master! I'm too presumptuous!"

Fake Moody quickly fell to his knees, and at this moment, the effect of the compound decoction expired, and he changed from a blind, lame old man with scars all over his face to a pale skin, slightly freckled, and light yellow messy hair young men.

Harry recognized this man, had seen him in Dumbledore's Pensieve - Barty Crouch Jr., who had been sent into Azkaban by his own father Barty Crouch himself.

Voldemort stared at little Barty for a long time, seeing fine sweat dripping from his forehead, then looked away, then turned his gaze back to Harry, showing a cruel smile.

"Harry Potter, you are standing on my father's bones."

He hissed softly that after regaining his strength, Voldemort's mind was not as calm as he seemed on the surface, and he began to tell Harry and Fish about his life experience.

Both Harry and Fish listened quietly, Harry was gagged and unable to make a sound, and Fish was simply listening to the story.

It's just that Voldemort hadn't spoken a few words before he was interrupted by the rustling of his cloak.Between the graves, behind the cedar trees, in every dark place wizards were Apparating.

"Meow?"

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Fish looked towards the direction of the sound, then shrugged his nose...

He smelled a lot of familiar smells in it.

"You guys are so meow!" Fish greeted them, "Lucius, Avery, Nott, Walton..."

Maomao announced a long list of names, and then tilted her head in doubt: "Why do you meow hide your face?"

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Because the Death Eaters who appeared in front of Fish and Harry were all wearing hoods and covering their faces.

Those whose names were called had no time to respond to Fish, they walked over cautiously, trembling slightly.

When they got close, they immediately knelt down, crawled up to Voldemort on all hands and knees, kissed the hem of his black robes in turn, then stepped aside, stood up, and formed a silent circle.

Barty Crouch Jr. hesitated for a moment, and stood among them, but judging from his disgusted expression, he was actually not very willing to stand with these "traitors".

And Wormtail continued to clutch his severed hand, kneeling in front of Voldemort, sobbing softly.

The Death Eaters circled Tom Riddle's grave, Fish, Harry, Voldemort, and Wormtail sprawled on the ground, weeping and twitching, but there was some space between the circles, as if waiting for others to join them.

But Voldemort obviously didn't have the patience to wait any longer. He looked around at the hooded faces. Although there was no wind, there seemed to be a slight rustling sound in the circle, as if the circle trembled.

"Welcome, Death Eaters," said Voldemort calmly. "Thirteen years... It's been thirteen years since we last met. And yet you answer my call just like yesterday... That is to say, we are still united in the Black Under the magic mark! Is it?"

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

"I smell guilt," he said. "There's a stink of guilt in the air."

The circle trembled again, and it seemed that everyone wanted to step back, but dared not move.

Voldemort went on, making the Death Eaters shudder, Harry chills, and Fish bored.

Because what he is telling now is not a story, but a bit like Professor McGonagall is preaching... Except for Professor Binns' History of Magic, this is what Maomao doesn't like to hear the most.

That is to say, Voldemort changed Wormtail into a silver hand, which was a bit interesting, but then he continued to "preach" to the Death Eaters, and judging by his long-winded speech, Fish probably couldn't finish it in a while.

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The cat, who didn't want to listen to Voldemort's nagging, and couldn't move for the time being, opened his mouth wide and yawned a lot. Then his head tilted, the cat ears on the top of his head drooped, and his eyes closed.

"Zzzzz..."

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Amid Voldemort's oppressive "teaching", Mao Mao fell asleep peacefully.

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