Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 65 Looking down, full of loyal ministers!

Compared with those dementors wearing cloaks, this one in front of them is really not so friendly.

As soon as he appeared, bad memories flooded Voldemort's mind - ten years of soul struggle, full of pain and suffering.

"Badges, watch out, we have badges, go find food elsewhere, get out of here."

Marko frantically drove the dementors away, and it seemed that he also remembered something bad.

The dementor turned and left, only looking back three times at a step, leaving a bad impression-it felt like it was being treated as a meal.

Not counting Markto the Striker, there are dueling masters, the strongest Aurors, and the contemporary Dark Lord here. I don't know if this dementor knows the identities of these three, and dares to turn back three times at a step.

"Most of them are people who committed serious crimes here. The one who came ten years ago was the most. I think you all know who I'm talking about." Makto said, and took a special look at Moody.

Yes, many of them were captured by him, and he, Moody, is so powerful.

"Ten years have already made them lose their happiness, so...that dementor just came here rashly."

What Makto said seemed to be justifying the dementor just now, but the three of them didn't care, and just followed him to go deeper.

The deeper you went, the more dementors there were. From time to time, they put their heads on the cell door and breathed in, but most of them came back disappointed...

Husband and wife have been together for ten years, and they may not be happy anymore, let alone spent ten years with these dementors, the happiness has long been exhausted.

"Antonin Dolokhov, this is a tyrannical guy, and he will occasionally curse endlessly." Stopping in front of a cell with a low growl like a beast, Marko said.

"I remember him, Molly Weasley's two brothers, both died at his hands." Moody said coldly, and glanced inside.

Flitwick nodded, but he was obviously not tall enough, so he finally gave up.

Voldemort leaned over to look, through the small hole in the cell door, and saw Dolohov, who was pale and distorted, squatting in the depths of the cell, growling like a beast ready to go.

Voldemort remembered him, and in his memory, this loyal Death Eater was big and round, but now it seemed that only the broad skeleton remained, and the whole person was emaciated and emaciated.

The dementors of the grass mud horse will kill you sooner or later... he thought so.

Voldemort's remnant soul doesn't care much about his Death Eaters. In his perception, these are tool people, but with Lin Zuo's soul...

These horses are all my loyal ministers, my confidantes, and people who will fight with me sooner or later. How dare you treat them like this?
Waves of anger welled up in my heart, but was suppressed by reason again and again——Voldemort, after losing his happiness, was really tyrannical.

"Barty Crouch Jr. used to live here, but he's dead, and now it's empty." Marko had already walked to the front, and he pointed to a cell.

You died when you stepped on a horse, your whole family is dead, my most wise, cautious, loyal and powerful dog and horse are living well in his house...

Voldemort felt tyrannical again, which made him involuntarily curse his junior in his heart.

"I remember him," Moody began. "He almost got away with it, but... Quirrell, what's wrong with you?"

Moody stopped suddenly, and they all looked at Voldemort, who was slapping himself on the head.

"Nothing, the loss of happiness reminds me of the horrors in the Black Forest, and I want to drive them away," Voldemort explained.

In fact, he wanted to make himself more normal. Voldemort's tyranny combined with Lin Zuo's thoughts made him feel that he was on the verge of splitting his personality.

The fusion of two souls with completely different temperaments had long made him feel that it would be a big trouble, but it was not fully revealed until today.

"Eat some chocolate, Senior Quirinus, it's useless to smack your head." Marko handed over the chocolate.

"Okay, you go ahead, I'll just follow behind." Voldemort signaled that they don't have to wait for him, and then began to chew chocolate - it didn't do much, but the taste was okay.

Everyone walked forward and encountered dementors from time to time, but under the strength of Marko, they all avoided them and did not step forward to disturb everyone.

"Sirius Black, the man who betrayed the Potter family, he is always silent." Marko stopped in front of another cell and said.

Everyone looked inside, even Flitwick floated up to take a look - Sirius was once his favorite student.

Voldemort also glanced through the gap. Black's handsome face was equally pale, but not too distorted. He also looked up at everyone, but didn't say anything.

Heart like dead ashes, is generally used to describe him.

The blood of the pure-blood family needs to continue, so Black cannot die... Voldemort said to himself in his heart, he was looking for a sufficient reason not to kill Black.

"Sirius' cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange, is locked here." Marko stopped in front of a prison further ahead and said.

"Spicy guy." Moody said angrily, "I heard that Snape has a good relationship with her."

Voldemort looked at Flitwick in feigned surprise, with a search in his eyes.

"It may be that she helped that person win over Snape, but I don't know the inside story." Flitwick shrugged. "Snape is someone the headmaster trusts, and we all know he is innocent."

Moody also shrugged, but probably in the exact opposite sense, and looked inside again before turning away, and Flitwick followed suit.

Voldemort looked inside, and saw Bellatrix who was sitting huddled in a chair. He twisted his body and raised his head, smiling ghostly at him:
The thick and messy hair and haggard face seriously affected her beauty, but the ghostly eyes still made Voldemort's heart beat.

The remnant soul still remembers her beauty. When the two met, she had just graduated, and that was the best years of a woman, and then...

Voldemort's remnant soul was still full of desire for Bella, but Lin Zuo's consciousness merged with this desire, and what was born was actually a complex emotion-this strengthened his idea of ​​doing something for her.

Impulse is the devil, don't be impatient...Calm down, Voldemort touched the magic book on his waist, and walked forward with a blank expression.

Next, there is another heinous Death Eater. Of course, for Voldemort, this is also a loyal minister.

Moody described the process of chasing the Death Eater, Flitwick's eyes were full of envy—it could be seen that he just wished he had participated in similar battles—Voldemort tried to behave normally, and Mark Tor acted as normal as possible. face worship.

When Moody had enough bragging, everyone set off again. Marko continued to introduce, Moody kept bragging about his past, and Voldemort kept looking at the current situation of his loyal ministers.

The whole of Azkaban came...

Looking down all the way, loyal ministers are everywhere!

Voldemort is distressed, these are my loyal servants, look at what you have done to them?
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