Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 357 Death Eaters

"Oh shit, what did you do to Lupine?"

Dumbledore's roar jolted Harry out of his memory.

Lupin?

Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?

Harry didn't know why Dumbledore asked this question suddenly, but he remembered that he had seen the professor patrol the night before he came out tonight.

"He's fine, Albus, calm, no one hurt him," said Voldemort, laughing.

Dumbledore didn't smile, he looked at Voldemort angrily, waiting for a more specific explanation.

"Wait a minute, the 'Lupine' who lied to you will appear, and I think he will give you the answer." Said Voldemort.

"Humph."

Dumbledore snorted and looked at the Pensieve again, focusing on Voldemort's memory.

There are many memories in it, and all of them are related to the observer.

Suddenly, there was the sound of rustling cloaks rubbing against each other, and one figure after another suddenly appeared on the island in the middle of the lake.

They all wore uniform black robes, but they were rougher than those of Malfoy and the others, but the masks on their faces were different from each other, just like Malfoy and the others.

These figures walked very slowly, and some saw Dumbledore not far from Voldemort, looking at the Pensieve, and were stunned in place.

But more people were silent and came to their positions cautiously.

A Death Eater tried to kneel down and kiss the hem of Voldemort's black robe, but was kicked away by him.

The man's mask slipped in mid-air, he raised the mask in horror, and put it on his face again.

"Karkaroff is here too?" Harry heard Abu say, "I didn't think he would come."

"He had a fight with Dumbledore, and no one would protect him if he didn't come here, so..."

Voldemort didn't finish his sentence, but Karkaroff, who heard his whisper, was shaking with horror.

"Go back to your place, you coward."

Voldemort scolded him angrily, and had no more words.

And not long after, a figure appeared and walked straight towards Voldemort.

"Allow me to kiss your hand, my lord."

The man's voice sounded familiar to Harry.

"Of course, my little Barty."

Voldemort smiled and held out his hand, stroking his head as he kissed the back of his hand.

"Don't go back to the team yet, go to Dumbledore, explain Lupine's matter to him, and then decide whether you want to finish teaching this semester, or let the real Lupine teach directly."

Voldemort whispered in his ear, that intimate look made many Death Eaters jealous.

"It's Little Crouch, I recognize his mask."

I don't know who said such a sentence, pointing out Crouch's identity.

Voldemort didn't care about the communication between the Death Eaters, he just waved his hand to let Crouch leave, and looked at the Death Eaters who had already lined up.

"Welcome, Death Eaters, welcome."

Voldemort said in his clear voice, "Twelve years, twelve years have passed since our last meeting, but you have answered my call just like yesterday."

Voldemort walked up to the neat line and looked at the silent crowd.

His gaze lingered for a moment at several gaps in the line before speaking again.

"Three Death Eaters are missing here. I know they died for me. To my surprise, the others are back."

Voldemort looked at one of them and frowned, "Snape, what gave you the courage to come here?"

His words immediately attracted many people to look at the figure he was staring at.

"Owner……"

Snape tried to explain, but Voldemort cut him off.

"I'll ask your question later, Wormtail, I didn't expect you to come back."

Voldemort looked towards the back of the line, "Tell me the source of your courage."

"Lord...Master, I miss you day and night...I miss you..."

"Have you been a mouse for so long that you have forgotten what people say?"

Voldemort cut him off with a wave of his hand in disgust, "I'll keep you safe, Wormtail, but that's all. You betrayed your friend, and I don't think you can be trusted."

Wormtail, who was wearing obviously ill-fitting clothes, lay prostrate on the ground, trembling, not daring to speak again.

"Voldemort, what do you mean by that?"

Dumbledore, who was communicating with Crouch on the other side, suddenly asked.

"Sirius, he is not a traitor, Dumbledore, that is your loyal servant."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he looked at Harry who was not far away and said, "Your godfather, he is a good man, of course, he is also a fool."

His words drew laughter from some of the Death Eaters.

The loudest of them were old Gower and old Crabbe, whom Voldemort was very familiar with.

Almost every time someone among the Death Eaters laughs, these two lead the way.

But what Voldemort couldn't figure out was, with the IQs of these two, what's so funny about others being "fools"?

"You mean, the one who revealed the news back then..."

Before Dumbledore could finish speaking, Voldemort interrupted impatiently: "With your IQ, I think you already understand what I mean.

"Yes, that's it, and I'll have Wormtail write a statement to save that loyal fool."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he ignored Dumbledore and looked at the Death Eaters.

"I have no intention of telling you what I have experienced in the past 12 years.

"I don't intend to emphasize how powerful this resurrection has made me.

"Of course, regarding the past—about the fact that you didn't take the initiative to find me—I won't pursue it again, or retaliate afterwards."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he paused briefly.

And with this remark, the people below began to discuss something in a low voice.

This was of course led by those Death Eaters who had already met Voldemort, otherwise those who had just returned would not have the courage to do so.

"but."

Voldemort suddenly raised his voice, causing all the Death Eaters to immediately shut up.

"My style has changed, my plans have changed.

"So, you need to adapt and accept these changes, otherwise, I will punish you for your inaction."

After saying this, Voldemort glanced at everyone indifferently.

The Death Eater, who had looked up at him, seemed to be in the horror of the past at this moment.

They all lowered their heads, not daring to look at each other.

"It's not time to tell you about specific changes, specific plans, but there are a few points that you can keep in mind first."

Voldemort rubbed the Elder Wand between his hands. He felt that the thing didn't feel as good as he had imagined.

"First, it is forbidden to use the death curse under unnecessary circumstances."

"Second, it is forbidden to use the Cruciatus Curse on someone who has no ill intentions toward you."

"Third, it is forbidden to use black magic unscrupulously, and let yourself sink into negative emotions and cannot extricate yourself."

With three orders, the Death Eaters instantly fried the pot.

No, master, have we changed to a benevolent organization?

(End of this chapter)