Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 192 Death Eaters and the Infernal Legion
Baby Voldemort conjures himself a miniature version of the black robe and wraps it around his body.Voldemort bent down and handed him the potion and a smooth object, which he took carefully and disappeared into the night sky in a puff of black smoke.

Voldemort stepped over Quirrell's body and walked back to Peter.

"Wormtail, how many people do you think would have the guts to come back?" he murmured, "and how many would be foolish not to come?"

He started pacing back and forth between Peter and Harry, scanning the cemetery from time to time, and after about a minute, his eyes fell on Harry, his snake face contorting into a contemptuous smile.

"Harry Potter, it is said that you are my destined enemy." He moved his face closer to Harry, looked at it carefully for a moment, and said softly, "However, I don't find anything outstanding about you... You are extremely mediocre, but I don't mind killing you in the way mentioned in the prophecy, anyway, it is just a matter of effort for me."

Harry was trembling all over, but he still bravely looked at Voldemort. Voldemort straightened up and took a few steps, hissing, "You're standing on top of my father's bones. He's a dirty Muggle... like Like your Mudblood mother... So, Harry, I forgive you for being mediocre, I forgive you... After all, you were born into this world by a mother like that..."

Voldemort walked a few more steps, looking at the Riddle House on the hill in the distance, "Because of my father, I used to have dirty Muggle blood flowing inside me, and I was even given the same name as my father, but now , I am different."

"I killed my father with my own hands, and then used exquisite magic to purge his blood as much as possible, and then I was reborn with the blood of a traitor, and now there is no such dirty ingredient in my blood," he turned Turning around, he gave Harry an evil smile, "Soon, after I kill you and this traitor, I will cleanse your mother and her kind."

"My father was a good-for-nothing Muggle when he was alive, but he's useful when he's dead, isn't he? His bones brought me back to life... Harry, the same goes for your mother and those Mudbloods until I kill her In the future, her dead body will come in handy..."

Voldemort raised his head triumphantly, and raised his wand upwards. Disgusting clucking sounds came from all directions, like the throat of the dying dying. The dark grass swayed, and countless ghastly figures crawled out of the soil. They came out and limped towards the middle, the air became rancid and foul.

"Stop." Voldemort flicked his wand, and the ragged dead people stopped and stood obediently in a circle.Their skin is whiter than milk, their eyes are a cloudy milky white, their cheeks are sunken and their teeth are rotting lips.

Peter speculated that they should be the Inferi guarding the Horcruxes in the Blackwater Lake, and he was glad that Regulus Black was no longer among them.Harry's face turned blue, and if it wasn't for the gag, he might throw up at any moment.

"My army of Inferi," said Voldemort, "soon, I shall have an army of Inferi... but they are soulless walking dead, not worthy of my servants—see, my true servants. People are back!"

Suddenly the air was filled with the rustling of cloaks, and from every dark corner wizards apparated, all hooded and masked, fell to their knees, crawled up to Voldemort, and kissed The hem of his black robe.

Voldemort stood silently, and the Death Eaters stepped aside, forming a smaller circle inside the wall of corpses formed by the Inferi, leaving a considerable distance between each of them, but Voldemort no longer expected anyone Coming, he looked around at the hooded faces. Although there was no wind, there was a slight rustling sound in the middle of the circle, as if the circle trembled.

"Welcome, Death Eaters," said Voldemort calmly. "Perhaps you remember our last meeting, yes, the meeting thirteen years ago... Your apparition speed is as amazing as it was back then."

The circle trembled again, everyone wanted to retreat, but they didn't dare to move.

"What did you do when the traitor Peter Pedillo and his cronies came upon me, your master? Tell me, how did you help the master whom you swore to serve forever?"

No one spoke, no one dared to move.

"I told myself that maybe they were trying to save themselves so that they could serve me better," said Voldemort softly, "but I was wrong... none of the Death Eaters wanted to come back to me. The Dark Lord has nothing to do with it."

"For 13 years, no one has ever come to me. They believe that I am finished and dead...Why don't they believe that I will come back? Don't they know how far I have traveled to avoid death?"

Voldemort shook his head. "This disappoints me...I admit I'm disappointed..."

A man in the circle suddenly fell to the ground, prostrate at Voldemort's feet, shaking from head to toe.

"Master!" he screamed, "Master! Forgive me! Forgive us!"

Voldemort sneered, and he raised his wand.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

The Death Eater who fell on the ground writhed in pain and screamed... Finally, Voldemort raised his wand, and the Death Eater who was tortured lay flat on the ground, panting heavily.

"Get up, Avery," said Voldemort softly. "Forgive? I will not forgive. I want you to atone for your service... You were the first to Apparate when Albus Dumbledore appeared. ...Oh, by the way, I still remember who the second escaped..."

With a plop, a Death Eater fell to his knees.

"Master! My master! I am too weak, please forgive me!"

"Lucius..." Voldemort walked up to the trembling man, his snake eyes sparkling, "at least you still have the courage to admit it."

Lucius lifted his mask and crawled to Voldemort's feet. His face was almost as pale as a dead man, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat, "Master, I have been paying attention to your news these years. If I hear any rumors about your whereabouts, I immediately—"

"However, last summer, I manipulated the Infernal Corpse and summoned my servants with the Dark Mark at the Quidditch World Cup. Why did you not only refuse to stand up, but ran away? Is this how you are loyal to me? "

Lucius swallowed, not knowing how to answer, his gray eyes filled with fear, and for a split second he looked exactly like his son Draco.

"Well, you've let me down...but one thing you did for me years ago paid for some of your sins." Voldemort's red eyes looked past Lucius to Snape, who was leaning against the tombstone. Go, "Get up."

Snape stood up and walked towards Voldemort. His appearance was horrific and his expression was in pain. He was no better than other Infernal corpses. When he passed the circle of Death Eaters, the Death Eaters who were closest to him moved aside. hide and hide.

"Do you still recognize it, Lucius?" Voldemort said grimly, "This Inferi has helped me a lot. If you hadn't sent this dying friend of yours to be my experimental subject, I wouldn't have gotten it." Such a useful tool."

Lucius' eyes were fixed on the ground, not daring to look at Snape's face, "My master, I remember... your experiment failed..."

"Indeed, my experiment did fail, but now I know that I lacked one thing at that time - the Philosopher's Stone... Speaking of which, I am actually a little sentimental. Since when did I become so sentimental? In order to get to where I am today, how much effort I have expended, I don’t even know how I survived the long 13 years..."

(End of this chapter)