themonasnovels Chapter 702 You Don't Even Call Me Master!
Chapter 702 You Don't Even Call Me Master!
Chapter 702 You Don't Even Call Me Master!
It's not good to come early, because what I encountered was Voldemort, who had been banned from the tuba and weakened from the epic level in the trumpet.
It must be comfortable enough to be abused, but William only wants to be abused by the other party.
come here!
Come and abuse me!
There must be no way to torture. With Voldemort's small body, he probably remembered what happened in Albania, and he blew himself up when he saw William.
William was a little embarrassed by being so straightforward, so he did not nail Wormtail in the second cycle.
So you are a little more confident, right?
But unexpectedly, Peter drilled the hole and ran away on the spot, leaving Voldemort where he was.
Well, that's Peter's style.
William repeated the test more than a dozen times, but the result was the same.
Because Voldemort thought the plan had been leaked, Dumbledore might have come too.
Since it failed, it must be self-destruct first, and then run away, not to give Dumbledore a chance... But William really came alone!
There is no Dumbledore behind!
He had no choice but to wait for Voldemort to be completely resurrected before coming back.
Otherwise, they will just blew themselves up and won't talk to you about these bells and whistles at all.
After learning from the pain, William suddenly had a new idea.
He doesn't need to come here in his own appearance, just be someone else.
For example... William looked at his gene pool.
Well... yes there is plenty of hair available for him to make Polyjuice Potion.
4 cycles.
In the middle of the night, all the students walked towards their respective colleges under the organization of the dean.
Malfoy is looking for Draco in the maze with his wife Narcissa.
The two searched for a long time in a patch of grass before finding Draco, who was disheveled.
There is still a big stick beside him, and the female zombie has already escaped.
Malfoy pointed his wand at his son and said, "Resuscitate quickly."
Draco woke up slowly, looked at old Malfoy, tears streaming down his face.
"dad……"
"Who did it?" Narcissa said angrily, with tears in her eyes.
Malfoy was also furious.
Dare to touch his son... don't want to live anymore?
"I didn't see...someone snatched my Felicity Elixir, and then a female zombie dragged me into the grass..."
Malfoy whimpered.
This time, it wasn't William who stole the Felix Elixir, but Hermione.
In the afternoon, William told her that she could come and grab the Felix Elixir.
If it was William, it would definitely be taken away directly and aboveboard.
Hermione was not so high-profile, and carefully snatched it while wearing an invisibility cloak.
So Draco didn't see who did it.
"Forget it, let's go back first." Malfoy felt the burn on his arm get worse.
The three walked towards the castle, parted at a junction, and Malfoy turned and ran towards the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
He came to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, suddenly took out his wand, and looked towards a certain big tree vigilantly.
"Who is it, come out!"
"It's me, take it easy, Lucius!"
Karkaroff came out from behind the big tree, he clenched his left arm tightly, and said with a stern expression:
"You can also feel it, the master... is calling us. This is the first time in more than ten years."
"What do you mean, you want to report me to the Ministry of Magic?" Malfoy asked warily.
"Report you, are you joking? The master has returned..." Karkaroff said seriously.
"Still standing with the Ministry of Magic at this time... What's the difference between joining Grindelwald in 45?!"
"You move your ass so fast." Malfoy sneered, "Don't forget, you were forgiven by the Ministry of Magic for betraying the Death Eaters."
This is not true.
After Voldemort's downfall, Karkaroff was also captured by Mad-Eye, so he turned into a leading party, catching Death Eaters in various ways.
There are not a few Death Eaters who were imprisoned in Azkaban because of Karkaroff.
Therefore, Karkaroff was not well received by anyone in Death Eater circles who got away with it.
Death Eaters have backbone!
They hate this kind of leading party the most!
"How much better are you than me? Didn't you escape from Azkaban by saying that you were under the Imperius Curse through bribery?" Karkaroff revealed to each other.
"You didn't get the Imperius Curse tonight, did you?"
Malfoy snorted and said, "So, why are you looking for me tonight? Are you planning to tip off the Ministry of Magic, or are you trying to escape?"
"Of course..." Karkaroff stroked his beard and said, "I went to meet the master with you."
Malfoy didn't know what potion Karkaroff was selling in his gourd, but nodded anyway.
Once something happened, he handed Karkaroff to Voldemort as a traitor he had captured.
I think the owner will be satisfied.
"Severus not here?" Malfoy asked suddenly.
"I don't know, he wasn't with me tonight."
Malfoy sighed.
Snape probably made up his mind this time, and was going to mess with Dumbledore.
Back then, when Voldemort fell, only Snape was Dumbledore's guarantor, saying that he was a spy here.
At that time, everyone knew that Snape had already hugged Dumbledore's thigh.
It was also because of this that Malfoy had always maintained a good relationship with Snape and admired his strategic vision.
But now that the Master was back... Snape was probably going to be gone.
"Come on," Malfoy said.
The two reached the edge of the Forbidden Forest and began to Apparate.
……
……
before the tomb,
This time Voldemort was finally resurrected as planned.
He was laughing wildly.
waiting for the servants to arrive.
As the winner, he started chatting with Harry again.
This is the grace of the victor.
"Harry Potter, you are standing on my father's bones," Voldemort hissed softly.
"He's a Muggle and a schmuck... just like your mother. But they both have 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 death..."
Voldemort laughed.As he paced back and forth, he scanned his surroundings. A runic snake was wandering in the grass.
"See that house on the hill, Potter? My father lived there. My mother was a wizard, and lived in this village, and fell in love with him.
But when she revealed her identity, he abandoned her...my father doesn't like magic..."
"He left her and went back to his Muggle parents before I was born, Potter. My mother died giving birth to me, and I grew up in a Muggle orphanage..."
"But I swore to find him... I took revenge on him, the man who gave me his name... Tom Riddle..."
Voldemort continued to pace up and down, his red eyes scanning the graves to and fro.
"Oh, listening to my family history here..." he said softly, "ah, I'm getting a little sad...but look, Harry! My real family is back..."
Suddenly the air was filled with the rustling of cloaks.Between the graves, behind the fir trees, in every shadowy place wizards apparated.
They were all hooded and covered their faces.They walked over one by one... slowly and carefully, as if they couldn't believe their eyes.
Voldemort stood silently waiting.
With a plop, Malfoy was the first to fall to his knees, slowly crawled up to Voldemort, and kissed the hem of his black robe.
"Master...Master..."
He whispered, tears welling up in his eyes.
The same goes for the Death Eaters behind him, each on their knees, crawling up to Voldemort, kissing his robes, and then stepping back to their feet, forming a silent circle.
Only Karkaroff didn't move, he was still watching Malfoy's performance with great interest.
Good guy... I didn't expect Malfoy to be an acting school, the voice of the master just now was full of tears.
Everyone looked at Karkaroff.
Malfoy also looked at him strangely, thinking whether to take him down.
Karkaroff seemed very... courageous tonight.
Wait... he won't tip off, and bring Dumbledore, right?
Malfoy narrowed his eyes, ready to run at any moment.
Voldemort seemed patient tonight, ignoring Karkaroff and looking around at the hooded faces.
Although there was no wind, there seemed to be a slight rustling sound in the circle, as if the circle shivered.
There are still some gaps in the circle, as if waiting for others to join.
After waiting a moment, however, Voldemort no longer expected anyone to come.
"Welcome, Death Eaters," he said quietly.
"Thirteen years... It's been thirteen years since we last met. But you still answer my call just like that day... Which means we're still united under the Dark Mark! Is it?"
Voldemort raised his ferocious face, opened two slit-like nostrils, and sniffed the air.
"I smell guilt," he said. "There's a stink of guilt in the air."
"I see you, all healthy and as good as ever - arrived so quickly! - I ask myself...why haven't these wizards come to help their masters and those they swore eternal allegiance to?"
"I answered myself," said Voldemort softly, "that they must have believed me, thought I was done."
"They slipped back among my enemies, saying they were innocent, ignorant, under the Imperius Curse..."
"Perhaps they have pledged their allegiance to someone else now... perhaps to that hooked nose, that protector of Mudbloods and Muggles, Albus Dumbledore?"
Voldemort finally looked at Karkaroff.
"is not it?"
Karkaroff didn't move, but instead grinned.
"I understand." Voldemort beckoned, and the rune snake swam over and rubbed against his palm.
While rubbing the snake's head, Voldemort said calmly: "You have been the headmaster in Durmstrang and lived a good life. You are protected by the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore.
You no longer need my protection, you have no nostalgia for me, and you hate being a Death Eater. "
He paused, looked at Karkaroff, and said sadly:
"You don't even want to kneel down and call me master!"
(Please recommend tickets, everyone.)
(End of this chapter)