HP: Slytherin disguise

"Harry Potter, you are standing over my father's bones."

"He's a Muggle and an idiot...just like your mother."

"But they all have their uses, don't they?"

"When you were young, your mother died to protect you... I killed my father. You see, how useful he was after his death..."

Voldemort laughed, in stark contrast to the horrified Harry.

As time drags on.

Two minutes passed.

There was the sound of rustling cloaks flapping in the air, and wizards were apparating in every dark place between the tombs, behind the trees...

They were all hooded and had their faces covered.

When walking over, everyone was cautious, walking very slowly, and opening their eyes in disbelief.

I never expected that it would be more than ten years later.

Their master was resurrected and stood before them.

Voldemort said nothing, but looked at them with a cold face.

One Death Eater fell to his knees first.

Climbing up to Voldemort, kissing the hem of his black robe, he whispered respectfully: "Master..."

The other Death Eaters behind him seemed to react.

Everyone knelt and crawled to Voldemort, kissing his robes.

Then stepped aside and stood up.

Silently, they surrounded the marble tomb, Voldemort, Harry and Wormtail, who was still sobbing.

Leave some space between the circles.

Waiting for others to join.

Voldemort, on the other hand, had lost his patience and no longer expected anyone to come over.

He looked around at the hooded faces.

"Welcome, Death Eaters,"

Voldemort looked at them indifferently.

"Thirteen years, it has been thirteen years since our last gathering."

"But you still responded to my call just like yesterday."

"That said, we are still united under the Dark Mark."

"is it?"

He raised his eyes, sniffed with his two slit-like nostrils, and said coldly: "I smell guilt!"

"There's a stench of guilt in the air!"

The circle trembled, and everyone around wanted to retreat, but they didn't dare.

Decorah felt a chill running down her spine, and she was so flustered that she felt stuffy.

He was standing next to Voldemort, and he was naturally the one who felt the chill and pressure most deeply.

Slowly retreating, Decorah wanted to step aside.

If he didn't retreat, he was about to faint from the invisible pressure and the stinging pain in his back.

Suddenly a hand was placed on his shoulder.

Decorah was so frightened that he trembled all over.

Voldemort didn't know when he had turned his head and stared at him with a cold expression.

"Your father didn't come, but that doesn't matter!"

"But are you planning to leave too?"

The cold voice was full of malice.

It seems that the owner of the voice will get angry if there is no reasonable answer.

"Master...Master..."

"I just...just..."

Her voice was trembling, and Decorah wanted to slap herself twice to stop being so scared.

But the fear that goes deep inside.

Can't control it at all.

Just when he thought Voldemort would get angry, a smile appeared on Voldemort's face.

A very bland smile.

"Don't be so nervous. Smile more. I like how unruly you were before..."

"Um--"

"Obey, go and stay aside..."

Smiling and patting Decorah on the shoulder, Voldemort retracted his hand.

Just looking at it, Decorah slowly backed away.

Finally exiting the circle surrounded by these Death Eaters, they slumped down on the broken stone tablet where they had been sitting.

"None of your children are well-behaved, really..."

Voldemort glanced at these Death Eaters, and his tone became cold again.

Decorah sat on the stone tablet, his hands shaking.

I can't even hold my wand.

The screams of a Death Eater were heard over there. As expected, someone was being tortured by Voldemort using the Cruciatus Curse.

The body was trembling slightly.

Decorah put his head in his hands, trying to ease his fear.

Voldemort was still talking to his Death Eaters.

One-sided speech.

No one dared to speak up or interrupt, let alone refute.

When Decorah finally put down his hands, he heard Voldemort's laughter.

That laugh was cruel.

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

As a green light shot out, it hit Harry who was tied to the tombstone.

Harry struggled in pain, sweat broke out on his forehead, and his expression was full of pain.

The Death Eaters watched this scene silently.

Finally, some people cheered excitedly.

After the torture is over.

Voldemort did not kill Harry directly, but asked Wormtail to loosen him and throw his wand to him.

Along with this, the cloth that blocked Harry's mouth was also pulled out.

The Death Eaters moved closer, surrounding Voldemort and Harry tightly, leaving no space.

This also made it impossible for Decorah to see what was going on inside.

It seemed like he heard something funny.

The Death Eaters burst into laughter.

?The dragon no longer sucked his blood and soul, but turned over and fell into a deep sleep.

The totem on the back also changes accordingly.

Decorah only felt a tearing pain in his back, like a knife that had grown solid in his flesh and suddenly turned.

It hurt so much that he shed tears.

It took a long time for him to regain his composure.

As soon as he regained consciousness, he heard Harry's scream, which was desolate and painful.

Decorah stood up and picked up the wand that fell on the ground.

His expression, at this moment, was extremely calm.

"I really hope you die here... What a pity... You won't die..."

"Perhaps, the final battle will be the end of your life..."

Looking up, he looked at the Death Eaters who were suddenly panicked, and heard the sound of phoenix singing.

Golden light shot from Harry's wand.

Souls came out one by one, including Cedric, whose face was blank, and then determined.

Harry went from the original pain to holding the wand with all his strength to fight against Voldemort.

Voldemort's face was filled with coldness as he glanced at the panicked Death Eaters.

"Trash that doesn't exist..."

With a low murmur, Voldemort suddenly strengthened his strength.

A golden thread connected their wands.

"The trophy is flying!"

Harry suddenly shouted, and the Goblet of Fire flew over instantly, but because he was still fighting against Voldemort.

The Goblet of Fire flew directly into his hand.

Instead, it hit Decorah directly on the head, knocking him to the ground instantly.

Blood seeped from his forehead.

Voldemort threw Harry away and turned to look at Decorah who was lying on the ground.

The helpless Death Eaters also turned their heads and looked at Decorah, who was clearly far away from the battlefield but could be accidentally injured.

Harry was breathing heavily, almost without thinking.

He directly used extraordinary strength to carry Cedric and ran towards here.

Decorah was almost knocked unconscious.

He got up to see what happened, but the next second, he was knocked down again.

Followed by.

A man fell on him, knocking him to the ground.

Before he could react, the weight disappeared...