themonasnovels Chapter 703 I Can Keep This Scar!
Chapter 703 I Can Keep This Scar!
Chapter 703 I Can Keep This Scar!
It is impossible to kneel down, even in this life... It is even more impossible to call the master.
It's like the master's task.
Under the watchful eyes of the Death Eaters, Karkaroff straightened his back and looked straight at Voldemort, looking very... brave.
He has always been very conscientious, why is he like this?
Of course it was because of someone who came here, not the real Karkaroff, but William with his bitter face.
Otherwise, with Karkaroff's character, how dare he appear here?
Since it's fake, why not make it public?
William said directly:
"Voldemort, I'll call you Tom Riddle, do you dare?"
Voldemort narrowed his eyes, flashing a cold red light, but he was a little surprised inside.
Except for Dumbledore, no one has dared to call him by that name for many years!
"You agree?" William laughed. "If you don't want to, I can give you a reason you can't refuse."
"Master, kill him!" someone shouted.
Malfoy fell to his knees again, and said loudly, "Master, kill him, let me help you deal with this traitor..."
A pony like Malfoy is so caring, logically speaking, Voldemort should be very happy.
He sneered, and raised his wand.
"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"
The Cruciatus Curse fell not on William, but on Malfoy, who was kneeling.
He writhed and screamed in pain, as if wearing a pain mask on his face.
The other Death Eaters shuddered, not even daring to breathe.
William stared blankly.
Good guy, compared to Little Tom, the Dark Lord is really not very smart.
Or……
Moody.
Harry was hanging limply on Voldemort's father's tombstone, the rope hurting his wrist.
He raised his head and looked at the scene in front of him, feeling very terrified.
"I'm afraid it will be me who will be tortured later?" He said silently in his heart.
Harry was a little desperate, no matter who, someone came to save him!
Dumbledore where are you!
And William... When the World Cup was kidnapped, it was William who suddenly appeared and rescued him.
help me!
Voldemort put away his wand and stopped tormenting.The tortured Malfoy lay flat on the ground, panting heavily.
Voldemort walked over slowly, his steps were light, his voice low and magnetic.
"Lucius, are you teaching me how to do things?"
The next scene can be called a foot control benefit.
Voldemort, dressed only in a black robe, walked up to Malfoy, the robe billowing over his body, exposing his muscular thighs.
He raised his right foot and tiptoed Lucius' black hood.
Voldemort didn't step on it hard, but rubbed the soles of his feet on Lucius' light blond hair with his bare feet, which were heavily soiled.
That was the hair Malfoy was most proud of.
At this moment, he didn't dare to move an inch.
Not to mention wiping his feet with his hair, but let the Death Eaters lick the soles of Voldemort's feet clean, they can do it!
Death Eaters... just a bunch of servants.
Fortunately, Voldemort didn't have such a bad taste. His voice was smooth, like a snake, and icy cold to the bone.
"You want to do it for me? Do you think I'm not good enough? I can't even deal with a small servant, huh?"
Voldemort stepped down, trampling Malfoy's head hard into the muddy pit, and it didn't stop, it was crushed repeatedly.
With such an insult, Malfoy didn't show the slightest resentment, he just lowered his body to cooperate with Voldemort's movements, making it more comfortable for him to step on it, so as not to hurt his feet.
With his mouth full of dirt, Malfoy still begged:
"No, I didn't mean that, Master!"
Voldemort is also an old pua in the workplace. With a hoarse voice, he asked, "Lucius, are you comfortable?"
"Comfortable...Master, please torture me severely, I only ask you to forgive me..." Malfoy said humbly.
Voldemort had tortured enough, and he could survive...he could understand that.
"No, I will not forgive you. I will not forget, and the Dark Lord will not forget!" Voldemort mocked:
"13 long years... I want you to pay off the debts of these 13 years, and then I will forgive you."
Voldemort looked up through the mist, those red eyes, lingering over the Death Eater.
Everyone trembled unconsciously.
Voldemort's wanton laughter echoed in the night sky.
He smiled for a while, then stopped slowly, and said with cold eyes:
"I think you've seen how stupid it is to think this boy is better than me."
Voldemort looked at Harry who was tied to the tombstone, and said:
"I want to clear the misunderstanding from everyone's minds. It was a fluke that Harry Potter escaped from me.
Now I will kill him to prove my great strength.
Here and now, in front of your faces. "
Voldemort paced up and down, laughing: "There is no protection from Dumbledore, no Stark to stop him, and no mother Potter to sacrifice for him.
I'll give Potter a chance, he can fight me fairly one-on-one, so you won't wonder who's stronger. "
The Death Eaters all laughed flatteringly.
Harry struggled hard, his mouth was blocked by underwear from nowhere, and he could only whine.
But regardless of his tongue being blocked, he still roared angrily:
"Kill me, kill me!"
Rather than being tortured to death by Voldemort, Harry would rather find an old crooked neck tree and hang himself with his underwear.
That would be more enjoyable and less tormented.
"I know, I know." Voldemort left Malfoy and walked towards Harry.
He put a pale hand on Harry's shoulder, brought it close to his ear, and whispered:
"Harry, you want to see your mother, the Mudblood, don't you?"
Harry struggled to break free from the restraints, and the miserable scream came out again through the cloth in his mouth.
"That night, I remember it well," said Voldemort in a sympathetic tone. "Your mother begged me on her knees...begging me to let you go."
He raised his hand, opened it suddenly and said, "Crack, a green light!
I accidentally killed her. "
"Harry... please forgive me." Voldemort reached out and stroked Harry's face.
Harry felt goosebumps all over his body.
"I really didn't mean to. But she was so loud, like a fly buzzing in her ears.
I'm so annoyed, my head hurts!
So, I killed her. "
"I admit, that night..." The Dark Lord smiled cruelly. "I was careless.
But 13 years later, I came back, and she couldn't come back. "
Voldemort tapped his wand, and the cloth wriggled and stuffed tightly into Harry's mouth.
"Death," the Dark Lord whispered in Harry's ear, "should be a quiet thing.
Wait for me here... I will kill you in a moment! "
Harry struggled desperately.Voldemort didn't say another word, he walked slowly towards Karkaroff.
"Before the duel with Harry Potter, I have to warm up..." Voldemort said loudly to the Death Eaters.
"Come on, Igor Karkaroff.
Aren't you going to give me a reason I can't refuse?
Want to challenge my position?
Heh~ I don't accept it, because you are not worthy! "
Voldemort walked towards Kakalo step by step, he said in a hoarse voice:
"But I won't let you die, as a result of betraying me... Inferi will chew your flesh, and the Cruciatus Curse will torture your soul day and night...
I'll hold you, let you kill Durmstrang's students and torture those you care about most. "
The Death Eaters all swallowed. Voldemort spoke such cruel words in the gentlest tone...it made them shudder.
Voldemort's lipless mouth smiled.
"There is often a thin line between courage and stupidity, I will give you one last chance, Igor.
I am not a grim man, and to celebrate the Resurrection tonight, surrender me again... Kneel down and kiss my feet.
I am willing to spare you from death. "
Voldemort held his wand in his hand, opened his arms deliberately, and walked towards William oppressively step by step.
Before killing Harry, he needs to use a more gorgeous oppression to show his great strength.
Karkaroff is neither strong nor weak, he is simply the best target.
perfect.
William didn't talk nonsense, he disapparated in an instant, and flew in front of Voldemort, not giving him a chance to block his magic. His move was a whip kick he had practiced with Charlie for a long time.
But the whip leg was just a feint, and a long sword pierced strangely.
Karkaroff's speed greatly exceeded Voldemort's prediction.
Moreover, his way of fighting is not like a wizard, but more like a Muggle.
Even someone as powerful as Voldemort was repelled by this unexpected move. Looking down, there was a scarlet blood groove on his neck.
William grinned and said, "This scar, I left it, is your honor in this life."
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(End of this chapter)