Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

Voldemort enjoyed a moment of tears of gratitude from his loyal subordinates, and finally did not forget about business.

He turned his head and glanced at Harry who was tightly bound, then turned his snake eyes and looked at Ter Yaxley.

"Stand up and hold out your hands."

"Yes..." Ter Yaxley trembled and stretched out his intact right hand.

Voldemort gently lifted up his sleeves, revealing the thin and pale arms under the robes, raised his wand and pressed it against the empty skin of Ter's right hand.

"Hello..." There was a look of pain on Ter's face. The pain of his broken hand seemed to be incomparable to the pain of Voldemort simply putting the wand on his arm.

But under his painful expression, there was uncontrollable fanaticism in his eyes.

The moonlight happened to break through the dark clouds and briefly brought light below. Sur clearly saw a pattern gradually emerging on Tel's originally empty arm.

Just like the sign hanging on a branch seen at the Quidditch World Cup - a skeleton spitting out a snake from its mouth.

"It has appeared again." After Voldemort carved the pattern on Ter's hand, he put away his wand and stared at it, "I really look forward to it. After feeling it, how many people have the courage to come back?"

Voldemort looked up at the night sky hidden by dark clouds.

"How many people... would be foolish enough not to come?"

Tell Yaxley shivered hard, lowered his head and remained silent.

After Voldemort looked up at the sky for a minute, he finally set his sights on Harry.

"Potter." A scary smile appeared on his lips, "Do you see the house over there? That's my home, oh no, it's my father's home. He is a Muggle idiot and doesn't like magic. , hates magic, just as he rejected my mother like a filthy toilet rag."

"And he probably didn't expect that he would make me what I am now." Voldemort's voice was still hoarse, but anyone could hear the pride hidden in his voice.

"Now it seems that my idiot father is more or less useful, right?"

"Just like your idiot mother."

Voldemort didn't pay any attention to Harry's reaction at all, he just talked to himself and let out a jeering laugh.

"Your mother died to protect you, and your father was killed by my own hands... He should be very grateful that now his dirty and smelly bones can still be used."

"See here? Tom Riddle's family is buried here..." Voldemort began to pace, telling Harry the story of his parents in this small open space...

The waiting time was long, Harry's face was dull, and there was fear in his eyes.

This is normal. After all, he is only a fourth-grade child still in school.

"Oh, it is indeed a bit boring to listen to me recall those stinky stories." Voldemort's scarlet eyes narrowed, "Yes, that family is indeed a bit sad...but it's not important, Harry, I I have my family, look..."

As soon as he finished speaking, there were a series of crisp sounds. Beside the tomb, behind the cedar tree, and next to the crucible, wizards were apparating in every place where the light could not reach, and people hiding in the shadows also came out. They all wore hooded black clothes and various bronze masks that either covered their entire face or covered half of their faces, with different expressions.

"Look...Harry, I have a real family, and here they are, Jie..."

Thin rustling sounds began to sound, and none of them noticed Sur floating in the air. No, to be precise, they may have only seen Sur's body, but no one paused because of this. He was just dead. His Highness the Dark Lord's place seems to be sparse and ordinary.

Soul didn't know what kind of situation he was in. He could see, smell, and hear everything happening here, but he seemed to be in a special mezzanine. He was alive or dead, and he didn't know what Dumbledore was. What effect did the things given to him have.

The dense sounds of Apparition gradually faded away. The Death Eaters' steps were either eager or hesitant, but they finally gathered around the broken stone tablet. In the center was the smooth head reflecting the light in the moonlight. His Highness the Dark Lord.

A Death Eater fell to his knees, crawled to Voldemort on all fours, lowered his head and kissed the hem of his black robe.

"Master...Master..." he called in a low voice,

Then, he stood up, made room for his companions who had followed him here, and silently stepped aside, silent. The moonlight cut his mask just right, half in the shadow and half in the light. .

One Death Eater after another crawled, kissed, and stood.

His Highness the Dark Lord's expression was always calm.

After passing the initial ecstasy, he should think carefully about what to do next, and no longer wait for the arrival of subordinates who will remain loyal after more than ten years.

He looked around at the masked faces, and when His Highness the Dark Lord glanced at them, some of the Death Eaters trembled and made a slight rustling sound.

"Welcome, Death Eaters." He said softly, "If I remember correctly, it has been 13 years since our last chance."

"I'm very happy that you still respond to my call as you did in the past. In other words, you are still united under the Dark Mark, right?"

There was silence and no one answered.

Voldemort raised his head, opened his slit-like nostrils and sniffed gently.

"But I smell it..."

"I smell the stench of guilt in the air."

There was another subtle rustling sound, and Soul saw some of the Death Eaters trembling violently, retreating slightly, but not daring to move.

Sur has seen this scene where the Dark Lord established his authority countless times in the clear memories from his previous life, and he knows every word that our Highness will say next.

Of course, the plot has changed a lot now, and the reality should be different from the books and movies.

Instead of Peter Pettigrew, who was lying on the ground wagging his tail and crying, he was replaced by Tal Yaxley, who was loyal and completely brainwashed.

A Death Eater named Avery was taken out and tortured severely. Even though they all wore masks, Voldemort could easily identify them.

The Dark Lord's use of the Cruciatus Curse was extremely effective, and the crowd became even quieter.

Lucius Malfoy, who was responsible for providing financial support to the Death Eaters group, was also brought out. After a beating and a useless reward, Lucius was filled with gratitude to Voldemort.

Villains always talk a lot, and the big boss Voldemort is no exception. He described to everyone his tragic experiences over the years, starting from the Albanian forest, talking about Quirrell, talking about silly women, and also talking about the present day. Today's Triwizard Tournament.

And, of course, what he plans to do next.

"... Mr. and Mrs. Lestrange, my loyal subordinates, they were buried alive in Azkaban..." Voldemort said softly, "Even if they endured torture from the Ministry of Magic all day long, they have never betrayed me. They should stand right here..."

"I miss them very much and I'm sure they will be back soon, it won't be too long..."

"We are going to break Azkaban next. I think this will be your opportunity to redeem your sins. No one will miss it, right?"

Although Voldemort's tone was light and there was no killing intention, no one doubted that if anyone objected and could not give a reasonable reason, he would immediately reward him with an Avatar and send him to see his dead companion.

There was a slight rustle in the crowd.

"Of course, of course, Master..." several Death Eaters responded eagerly, "We believe that Azkaban..."

"That's enough, I don't want to hear any more nonsense, Nott!" Voldemort interrupted him and started to move around, "There will be no difficulty in breaking Azkaban, the dementors will join us, we are natural allies... We will also recall the banished giants, and I will also find my loyal servants and regain a group of magical animals that everyone fears..."

Voldemort didn't care at all that his plan was heard by Harry. No, it should be said that our protagonist Harry was in pain caused by the scar at this time.

In addition to the Death Eaters, there is also Soul, who really heard Voldemort's next plan. Of course, this may also be a trap...

However, Dumbledore will have to wait until he returns to make his own judgment.

If he still manages to survive...

In the field, Voldemort was still walking around, but he stopped in front of a large gap.

"There should be six people here..." he said. "Three of them died for me, and one of them didn't have the guts to come back. Of course, he will pay the price..."

"The other one, I think, has left me forever. He will of course be executed..."

"There is one more...my loyal servant who is serving me at Hogwarts."

The masked Death Eaters stirred and exchanged glances when Voldemort mentioned Hogwarts.

"Thanks to his efforts, I can truly come back here." Voldemort lightly stepped on the soil under his feet, "Ah, I forgot to introduce, we have a special guest at such an important rebirth party. .”

"The famous Mr. Savior, the man who killed me, are you all familiar with him?"

Everyone looked at Harry, who was hanging on the stone tablet that was mostly shattered by Soul's crushing spell. Voldemort's lipless mouth twisted into a smile and he said proudly.

"Yes, Mr. Harry Potter."

There was silence in the room. They all knew to some extent that it was not the magic released by the savior that killed their Highness the Dark Lord. If Harry was really that powerful, he would not remain unknown all these years.

Voldemort took out his wand, gently stroked the wand with his other hand, walked towards Harry, and explained to himself.

"Thanks for the help Mr. Potter."

His Highness Luo Dan paused, half exposed to the moonlight and half hidden in the scattered shadow of the tombstone, and raised his wand.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

Harry twitched in pain, and the cloth in his mouth suppressed Harry's screams. It wasn't until Harry's eyes turned white in pain that Voldemort turned his wand away with unsatisfied intentions. Harry hung limply on the tombstone with his nose Opening and closing, breathing heavily.

"Yes, I was not defeated by Potter's magic. It all stemmed from Potter's stupid mother. Friends, I admit that I made a miscalculation at that time. I should have remembered..."

"Now that I think about it, ah... it really hurts. At that time, the stupid woman's magic bounced back on my body, and the pain was unbearable..."

Voldemort stretched out his thin and pale hand, pinched Harry's chin and lifted his head forcefully, looking at this old image that he missed day and night and was still fresh in his memory.

"That magic left traces on Potter, making it impossible for me to touch him. But now, with the help of Mr. Potter, this magic has lost its effectiveness."

The Death Eaters let out low laughter.

Voldemort had seen enough, and the smile on his lips became even more distorted. He let go of his hand, and Harry immediately lowered his head softly, his brows furrowed together.

"On that day, I was stripped of my body. I was worse than a ghost, worse than the humblest ghost... But I am still alive... On the road to eternal life, I have gone farther than anyone else... You Everyone knows my goal - to conquer death, and I think I have achieved it."

"The ancient magic that Dumbledore regarded as the best talisman has lost all effect on me."

"Now that I have regained my strength, it is time to repay the friends who have helped us. It is also time to get back everything I once had."

The Death Eaters started talking one after another. Half of them congratulated His Highness the Dark Lord on his successful return and his upcoming arrival in the magical world of England, and the other half praised His Highness the Dark Lord for his wit, courage and unrivaled strategy.

Amidst the compliments of the crowd, His Highness the Dark Lord raised his chin and let out a proud and wanton laugh.

The laughter spread far away, startling a group of black crows that were roosting nearby.

They squawk and flap their wings as they glide through the air.

After enjoying the compliments from his men, Voldemort turned his attention to Harry again.

"However, before we start announcing the news of my return to those idiots, there is one more thing that needs to be done, and this must be done under your witness."

His Highness the Dark Lord looked up and down at Harry, who had his head hanging down.

"Put him down, Yaxley, and give him the wand back."

It’s here, it’s finally here, can I go back?I was almost sleepy after watching this drama, but Suer was refreshed and his eyes were bright.

Tal Yaxley naturally obeyed Voldemort's instructions without any hesitation. He walked to Soul's body, picked up Harry's wand left there, quickly walked back to the stone monument, and put the wand away. He roughly stuffed it into Harry's hand and put him down.

Voldemort watched with interest as Harry struggled to his feet.

"As you have heard, it is a very foolish idea to think that this boy is better than me," he said.

"So I think it is necessary for me to let you clearly see the fact that Mr. Savior who survived the catastrophe escaped from my hands completely by chance."

"I want to have a 'fair' duel with him to prove that I can kill him easily."

Voldemort placed an emphasis on the word fair, causing some of the Death Eaters to sneer.

"Right here and now, in front of you, there is no Dumbledore or his stupid mother making sacrifices for him."

"I'm willing to give him a chance. I can even let him release some magic first."