[Comprehensive British and American] The Dark Lord's Growth History

Tom looked at the group of nobles kneeling on the ground, and remembered the scene in the orphanage.

He remembered that time he was put in confinement because he had a fight with several children, scratched one of the children's arms with his innate talent for magic, and then after the group of guys cried and complained to Mrs. Cole, He was beaten and thrown into the basement.

He was curled up in the corner of the basement, with burning pain in his back, quietly staring at the moonlight through the window - the window was small, only about the size of three palms of a child, the moonlight shone through the window grille on the floor, icy cold, Gloomy white.At that time, he was only five years old, but at the age of five, he swore to the moonlight on the ground on that quiet night that one day he would stand above everyone and make them prostrate before him, make them tremble, and make them tremble. They are afraid.

Now that most of the nobles in the magic world are loyal to him, Tom looked back at the child sitting on the floor with his knees hugged, and felt strange for no reason.

Not happy, not excited, but as if lost.

The past made him, taught him the rules of life in this world, and the past destroyed him.

Tom snorted coldly and touched the resurgence stone ring on his index finger. He didn't think of people from the past so easily, but recently he was studying how to take back the soul piece, which had more or less influence, and always thought of the time that had passed .

That was his childhood and his teenage years.

It belonged to his past, why did he not figure it out before and wanted to throw them away?

"... Get up." Tom walked back to his senses, and he didn't come back to his senses until the Death Eater's motionless body was a little shaken, and ordered in a calmer tone than he had imagined.

The Death Eaters stood up one after another, and many of them raised their heads slightly and secretly looked at the Duke of Darkness, whom they hadn't seen for more than a year.

Tom noticed the gazes and smiled. "I'm glad you're still here."

He started to move around, weaving among the Death Eaters, calling out each person's name exactly: "Pazier, Dutton, Phillips..."

He didn't stop until he finished reading everyone's names in a leisurely manner, and the smile on his face slowly disappeared: "Of course, some of them have left us. Some of them were framed by our enemies and imprisoned... some were Those who are ashamed to hide at home and dare not come to see me... There are those who are afraid to shrink back and even turn to the opposite of us...Are you right, Patzier?" Voldemort raised his hand and placed a brown-haired eater beside him. On the shoulders of the dead.

The movement was casual, but the Death Eater's knees gave way and he slammed to the floor as if the pale hand had the strength of a dragon.

Voldemort lowered his head, his wand slid out of his sleeve robe, and the tip of the wand touched Brown's head: "Pazier, Patzier—" he sighed, "Should I say you are bold? Or that you are stupid? How dare you come to see me."

The person whose head was pinned began to tremble. Although he didn't say a word, his body trembled violently as if he had been cursed.

In an instant, a huge pressure of magic filled the entire living room, and that terrifying force made the Death Eaters change their faces, because the violent and destructive aura contained in the pressure of magic let them know that the Duke was angry.

Of course he should be angry. Voldemort thought to himself, he had only been away for over a year, and some people had already forgotten his power.Betrayed the Death Eaters, and still came to see him, did he take him for a fool?Or did he not summon them after he came back, so they thought they had become easy to bully?

"Pazir, what did you get for selling me?" The wand moved forward, and Voldemort was sure that with just a little more effort, he could drive the wand straight through the traitor's head!No, it would be too cheap for him to die.Malfoy made an opening on the seemingly stable embankment, and some idiots rushed out of the gap after him impatiently, but they never considered that there was only one Abraxas Malfoy, who did they think they were?Just because he didn't kill Malfoy for now doesn't mean he won't kill them!Besides, even Malfoy only got one chance!

Patzier trembled even more, and sharp-eyed Death Eaters saw that his face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and his face was sweating profusely.He moved his lips, unable to utter a word for a long time.As the direct target of the Dark Duke's pressure, he felt that he was about to be completely crushed and torn apart by the surging pressure.

The Dark Duke hasn't gotten weaker at all!He is still as strong, even stronger!

Patzier closed his eyes, swallowed, and squeezed out a voice with all his strength: "Jenkens promised me the position of the next director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and he asked me to bring you back. Report to him all orders and instructions, but since you have not summoned us so far, Jenkins knows nothing at present."

After speaking, he tightly shut his mouth, waiting for the imminent spell.However, he heard the Duke sneer, and the wand against the back of his head was slowly moved away: "I didn't expect our Minister of Magic to be so courageous. Pazir, I thought I would give you more benefits."

"...I was temporarily tempted by the benefits in front of me." Patsy paused and replied dryly.He is already thinking about what will happen to the family after his death, and who will be the next patriarch.

"Forget it, follow the rules." Voldemort was too lazy to waste his time for this kind of person, and waved his hands to let others do as they please.

Before he could finish his sentence, several Death Eaters who had been waiting for a long time immediately stepped forward. They discussed with each other and quickly determined the order. The tip of the staff pointed at Pazier and shook lightly, and a red light hit Pazier.The person who was hit immediately collapsed to the ground, twitching non-stop. He screamed out, but was cast a silencing spell by the quick-sighted caster, so he could only scream and roll on the ground silently.

Voldemort watched all this with cold eyes, watched his subordinates get agitated by the abuse, and watched the people in the queue behind him cast a spell on Pazier one after the other.

This rule was set when the Death Eaters were first established. Once all traitors are caught, they will be reduced to black magic practice items, and they will use their bodies to prove to their former companions how powerful their spells are.

In fact, this rule has not been used for a long time. When there were traitors before, it was Voldemort who took action himself. At that time, he quite enjoyed the feeling of people rolling all over the ground under his feet.Because he controls a person's life in his hands, if he makes him suffer, he will scream, if he makes him die, he will close his eyes forever.

"Hiss Tom, don't you like this?" Nagini swam over and curled up at Voldemort's feet, looking up at him with red bean-like eyes, "I remember you liked this game very much."

"Well, but I don't like it now." Voldemort answered her in Parseltongue.

"Then why not let them stop?" Infected by the ecstasy of the person who started the spell, one after another, other Death Eaters began to join the ranks of this practice.The first person who cast the spell not only didn't walk away, but also lined up again. He looked around anxiously, as if he was still praying that Pazir wouldn't be too strong to die before him.

"Because this man betrayed me." Voldemort withdrew his eyes and stopped looking over there - Pazir had already been surrounded in a circle, and he could only be vaguely seen rolling on the ground now.

In order to tell everyone who wanted to betray, or was about to betray, that this was what would happen if they betrayed themselves, Pazier must be punished, and it was the harshest punishment.

He must be rewarded and punished.

After about ten minutes, Voldemort saw that the white lights of the healing spells in the circle were lighting up more and more frequently, so he finally called to stop.The Death Eaters dispersed without further ado, and returned to their previous positions. The bloody smell in their eyes hadn't dissipated, just like the bloody smell permeating the living room now.

Voldemort frowned slightly, and cleaned the blood off the ground.Pazier was already unconscious, but he was still breathing, but it seemed that his breathing was about to die at any moment.

Healing spells healed all external wounds, and the agony of those dark magics could still drive a man mad.Otherwise, there would be so many wizards tortured insane by the Cruciatus Curse.

A golden light shot out from the white wand and hit Pazier. Under the astonished gazes of the others, the unconscious Pazier flicked and opened his eyes.He didn't have time to catch his breath, because when he opened his eyes, he saw that the magic was cast by the Duke, so he quickly propped up his body, staggered and knelt at Voldemort's feet: "My lord..."

His voice is as thin as a gossamer, like the fire of his life now.

Voldemort stared at him for a long time before saying, "You have a chance to make up for your mistakes."

Pazier clenched his hand on the oak floor into a fist: "Please give orders, my lord."

……

After the punishment is over, comes the reward.

The dignified atmosphere in the living room began to thaw slowly after Pazir left, and finally disappeared completely with a few words from Voldemort: "I will never forget your contributions. After this incident, I once again realized how strong you are to me." Friendship, if you give, you will be rewarded."

"Orion."

Blake stood up.

"Extend your arm."

Orion Black was a little hesitant, he knew what the duke was going to do, but he persuaded the duke in the afternoon that it was too risky to do so.It's a pity that once the Duke made up his mind, he would never be so persuasive.So, after stopping for three seconds, he raised his arms and pulled up his sleeves.

On his left arm, a black skull spits out a snake from its mouth, and the snake coils around the skull, hissing and spitting out its serpentine letter, the Death Eater's hallmark.

Voldemort pressed his finger up, and said lightly to the other Death Eaters who stared in disbelief: "I found out that I made a mistake, friends. I thought that with this symbol, we would be better united in the Together, but, I didn't expect that this would actually hurt many of our loyal partners this time." He pressed down hard, and the snake head that was spitting out the snake letter back and forth suddenly froze.

In the next second, the skull and snake fell into the water like a painting, and the paint on the drawing paper instantly became dizzy.

Orion frowned, feeling the pain on the skin of the Dark Mark on his left arm, as if being burned by a flame. The severe pain that almost paralyzed half of his body reminded him of the feeling when he accepted the Dark Mark.Just like now.

But soon, the pain began to subside, and then disappeared like a tide in the blink of an eye, leaving no trace.

Voldemort moved his hand away, and everyone could see that there was nothing left on the skin of Black's left arm.

The Dark Duke personally removed Orion Black's Dark Mark!

Voldemort put down his hand, looked around, and raised his voice: "Black's loyalty is unquestionable! He doesn't need this kind of thing, and I still believe in the friendship between him and me. Isn’t it because of this mark? This is not a punishment, nor a humiliation, this is an honor! It is my reward for those who deserve this honor.”

Orion sighed secretly, seeing his colleagues who were looking at him strangely turned into envy and hatred under the duke's casual words. The mark is proud, and the next second I can't wait for the Duke to remove it with his own hands.But the Duke was right on one point. With this, their chances of being arrested by the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic did increase a lot.

Well, well, since the Duke has done it straightforwardly, he can only continue to act with him.

Orion Black straightened his collar and knelt in front of Voldemort on one knee. He lowered his head and swore to him in the most reverent voice he could: "The Black family will always be the sharpest knife in your hand, the most A strong shield. I swear to you in the name of the head of the Black family, that Black will never betray the Duke of Darkness!"