Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 254 The Second Vow
The biggest advantage of the bad guys is that they can flip the table at any time.

The greatest tragedy of a good man is that once he overturns the table, he is no longer a good man.

Mr. Crouch is an undisputed good man, even if his son breaks the law, he can deal with it fairly.

But now, an evil person wanted to make a deal with him.

In his opinion, this is simply a big joke.

But the problem is, that person never said anything about the deal.

After his sudden appearance, the first thing he did was to adjust the relationship between him and his son.

In this way, Crouch entered a weird vortex.

No, are the bad guys talking about their relationship now?
When he was unable to struggle, he had to obey the other party.

And taking his heart as a mirror, after reaching a certain reconciliation with his son, he worked hard to get out.

Arrange your clothes meticulously, let everything return to its original state, and then...

Everything was broken again by Voldemort's madness.

If Voldemort had done this in the first place, Crouch dared to say that he would not be killed.

In the face of evil and darkness, he has the courage and determination to fight to the end.

But it was chaotic, his thoughts, will, body, everything became chaotic.

then.

When he laughed at the other party and was shamelessly thrown off the table by the other party, he could never go back to the past.

He couldn't go back, especially when he asked the sentence:
"Surely you had a plan in the morning, right? What exactly do you want from me?"

Voldemort smiled, very satisfied.

"I need you to rise to the pinnacle of power, and I need you to give the Death Eaters a chance to be reborn."

His words not only surprised Crouch, even Malfoy and Nott were amazed.

Only little Barty, he glared at his father, hoping that he could agree to his master's request.

"I can't do it, My-Know-Who, I've lost everything."

Crouch slumped on the chair somewhat decadently, "They no longer trust me, and even alienate me. Only my ability is the only thing they need."

Voldemort stepped forward and sat down next to Crouch again.

This time, this meticulous man who was isolated from evil did not choose to stay away from the other party.

He sat where he was, letting Voldemort grab his shoulders firmly.

"Ambition, Crouch, ambition."

Voldemort shook him so hard that Crouch's hair was messed up, and then he stared at him and said, "As long as you still have these two things, I can help you get back to the top."

"What am I going to do?" Crouch looked up, with a little pleading in his eyes.

The man was completely broken, mentally and physically, and Voldemort saw it through his eyes.

"Oppose the supremacy of pure blood, continue to criticize me, raise the possibility of my resurrection, make all kinds of predictions about the terrible scenes that may happen in the magic world after I appear, and then prevent it."

Voldemort's loud words surprised everyone again.

No, are you playing so wildly now?

Is it okay to cut your own way out?
"But what's the point of doing that?"

Crouch was a little confused, and the others looked at Voldemort suspiciously.

"When one day I really appear, you will be the most correct one."

Voldemort stood up with a smile, looked down at him and bowed slightly, "You are the one that people want."

Crouch's eyes widened, his usually rigid gaze was full of desire for power.

However, in just a second, he restrained this desire.

Yes, in my heart, Crouch is kind and hates evil.

He may choose to die and give up, but he will not choose to go with the darkness.

But Voldemort had already laid the groundwork for this.

"Seek common ground while reserving differences, Crouch, at that time, you will be the most powerful person, you can use power to seek common ground while reserving differences with me."

Voldemort looked at him, and said in a seductive tone, "You can make rules, you can't turn a blind eye to me like Fudge, you can make the Ministry of Magic better, and make the wizarding world proud of you, can't you?"

Finally, the last question made Crouch fall into an endless fantasy sea of ​​desire.

Countless pictures rose in his mind, he didn't know how it happened, but he just dreamed of it all:
A high mountain, he stood on the top of the mountain.

Waving the wand in his hand, there are continuous wizards kneeling on the ground under their feet.

He is admired by all, he is watched by all the world, he is the savior of the wizard world, and he is the king among wizards.

A smile gradually appeared on Voldemort's face. Sure enough, no one could resist the temptation, especially under the blessing of magic.

Everything Crouch saw was the strongest desire in Voldemort's own heart.

People's emotions are never the same, but their desires are always the same.

"I will, Dark Lord, tell me how."

Crouch stood up, he took the initiative to hold Voldemort's hands, and prayed.

"I'll help you, Crouch, let's take our time."

Voldemort smiled reassuringly, "But first, we have to make a contract."

"what?"

Crouch wondered if he had heard wrong.

"The Unbreakable Vow, sir, I need you to give hope to my Death Eaters after you stand on the mountain."

Voldemort said solemnly, "They made mistakes, they can't change those mistakes, but they deserve to be forgiven, only once, you give them a chance, but if they don't cherish..."

He turned his head and gave the three Death Eaters a hard look.

"You use the power in your hands to punish them, and the punishment is even harsher than before."

Voldemort looked at Crouch again, and Crouch felt sincere in his expectant eyes.

It seems that Voldemort wants to teach him the supreme authority and let him judge the fate of those evil people.

"I'm willing to do that."

Crouch said without hesitation.

"Come here, Mr. Crouch."

Voldemort pulled him to the center of the hall, and after he flicked his sleeves, he firmly held the opponent's hand with his own.

"Geraint, you take the oath, let us fulfill each other, let Mr. Crouch promise me that at the peak of his power, he will find hope for the Death Eaters."

Old Nott swallowed, and he glanced at Crouch to confirm that the other party hadn't been tampered with memory or controlled by the Imperius Curse.

You must know that this spell cannot take effect unless the person is voluntary.

But he didn't see resistance in Crouch's eyes, there was a sea of ​​desire.

Sure enough, it is easier to dye white to black than to bleach black.

So, he stepped forward, waved his wand solemnly, and recited the spell.

Wires of fire spewed out from the clutches of the demon and intertwined between the two clasped hands.

Voldemort took the second unbreakable vow after his rebirth.

For the first time, he did it for himself, to get a trustworthy knight who could protect his life.

The second time, he was for the Death Eaters, to give those poor children a chance to walk in the sun again.

Every step is not easy, just because he has done too much evil.

Fortunately, there are really few purely good people in this world, everyone is just ants struggling in the oven...

Only.

(End of this chapter)