Antonin Dolokhov's body tensed immediately because of the 'boy' opposite him.

A pure-blood radical, he had always enjoyed torturing Muggles and those who did not support the Dark Lord.

He is even one of the few people who knows the true identity of the Dark Lord, because of his friendship when he was young. However, his trust in the Dark Lord gradually wavered during the year.

On the one hand, since the Death Eaters have been established for so long, as the leader, the Dark Lord has never led them to do any great things-please, are Dumbledore and Grindelwald so terrible?

On the other hand, in Dolohov's eyes, the Dark Lord doesn't seem to be that powerful anymore... Although the curse just now was quick and without trace, the unlucky one who was cursed was just whining—as someone who has experienced the Cruciatus Curse He felt that this was not the normal level of the Dark Lord.

Apart from these two factors, the most important and most difficult point for Dolohov is: the terrible, evil, and cruel Dark Lord seems to have forgotten his identity.

He actually chose a Mudblood as his new body!

This is unacceptable to Dolokhov!

As a noble pure-blood wizard and an excellent spellcaster, Antonin Dolokhov has always been highly confident. When he joined the Death Eaters, he acknowledged the power of the Dark Lord, and wanted to learn a higher form of cruelty from him. At the same time, he was looking forward to the new world that the other party had described—Muggles became pets like pigs, and mudbloods became pets. is their slave.

But now, after the powerful Dark Lord was dealt with by Dumbledore and Grindelwald, he actually occupied the body of a dirty and lowly Mudblood just to survive?

Tom Riddle-Dolokhov had already called him that in his heart, and in his opinion, the other party was no longer worthy of being his master.

He would rather the other party become a terrible monster, then he is still the most loyal servant of the master. But he got into the body of a Mudblood - the Dark Lord had fallen so far that he no longer deserved his allegiance.

Of course, Jiwei is still there, and Dolokhov is not going to turn against the opponent on the spot. He, he is still a little afraid of the opponent. However, he had always had a good relationship with most of the Death Eaters, and his own strength was outstanding enough that after this gathering, he could find a way to slowly withdraw from this organization that had made him dissatisfied.

What Dolokhov didn't expect was that the wand turned and he became the chosen "lucky wizard".

What didn't make him think was that Sean was only holding it with one hand, without a wand or a spell, and the short surge of magic power almost made him tremble!

He's a powerful wizard and an avid duelist, but never in his life! Such a strong sense of crisis!

Dolokhov had no time to take out his wand, let alone recite the spell, and the wandless and silent defensive spell was instinctively released.

However, the chances of fear and trembling are ultimately reserved for other lucky ones.

Under the horrified gazes of the Death Eaters, Antonin Dolokhov had no strength to resist, not even the explosion of the collision of spells.

Still wearing a mask, he opened his mouth wide in a terrifying way, and hot flames emerged from his mouth, nostrils, eyes, and ears.

Without struggling or screaming, Dolokhov instantly turned into a burning man. In a short moment, only the human-shaped coke that raised his arm was left in the living room.

"Huh..." Sean, who was seated at the top, breathed out lightly, and the ashes dissipated in the air.

The remaining Death Eaters all trembled. They lowered their heads firmly and lay down on their bodies. The sweat on their foreheads was not only because of the high temperature just now, but also because of the unspeakable fear.

No one was suspicious anymore, and no one even dared to look up at the young man in the first seat.

Their master, the Dark Lord who has almost touched the edge of magic, has returned. He has not lost his strength because of his new body, and is even stronger!

Although Dolokhov did not lift the mask, the Death Eaters all knew each other's identity. This powerful wizard, one of the best among the Death Eaters, completely disappeared from this world in just a second!

They have never doubted that the Dark Lord has the ability to cast spells without a wand and without sound, but the limitations of magic are there. Wandless and silent will lose some power after all, but...

The few people closest to Dolokhov swallowed and peeked at the last ashes on the ground. One side of their bodies was suffering from the high temperature just now, but they dared not move.

Who knows, will the Dark Lord's wand ever turn again?

Sean raised his eyebrows and showed a regretful smile: "God, I'm just going to give him a warm hug, tsk, tsk, it's my fault, I should repent—ha."

Killing chickens to warn monkeys is really easy to use... Sean sighed amusedly in his heart.

Still, what Grindelwald taught him about his burned-out ego was surprisingly terrifying. In order to deter others, and to dispel the doubts of the Death Eaters, Sean was prepared to do this from the beginning.

Use a small acupuncture spell as a starter, and then deal with that unlucky 'chicken' with all your strength.

He mobilized the power of silence, and through the blessing of Hermione Granger's memory, his wandless and silent spellcasting did not have any weakened power, and he even got a spell boost!

The effect of the golden item was better than he had imagined, and the increase of the fortieth spell far exceeded expectations!

This time, the Death Eaters, who were good at playing with the wind and relying on authority, were more obedient than the house elves, let alone someone who dared to question Sean's identity.

No kidding, how could a counterfeiter cast such a terrible spell at will, which only a powerful Dark Lord can do.

After casting the one-time spell, Sean calmly opened his hands: "Come on, look up, my friends."

The group of dark wizards who were originally the cruelest in this era raised their heads submissively at this moment, waiting for an order from an underage wizard,

Sean shook his head sadly: "We just lost a fellow man, oh, Dolohov, your joyful expression when torturing Muggles will be forever sealed in my heart—well, let us mourn in silence. "

The Death Eaters quickly lowered their heads again, and raised their heads submissively after "three, two, one".

They saw the Dark Lord smiling and reaching for his wand on the table.

The remaining four Death Eaters who hadn't taken off their masks all trembled. They trembled and almost wanted to slap themselves loudly.

Just immersed in fear, I forgot... Forgot that I was also one of the "lucky ones" waiting to be selected.

The four of them immediately lifted their masks, and before Sean could even see each other's faces clearly, they crawled to the ground, and then quickly crawled to Sean's feet.

"Master, master, please forgive my stupidity. Your faithful servant is too worried about your safety during this time, which makes me dizzy..." The four kissed the hem of Sean's robe.

Magic is power... Looking at the four people below him, Xiao En came up with such an idea.

It was enough to kill chickens and monkeys, and the Death Eaters were no longer suspicious, and he was not going to kill these guys again.

Of course, another reason is that the power of the magic he will cast next is far less powerful than the previous one...

Sean put on a forgiving attitude, and he gently patted the cheeks of those people: "My friends, I sincerely hope—that there will be no next time, otherwise, such a benevolent Dark Lord will feel embarrassed of~"

"Yes! Yes! Praise be to your mercy!"

Sean waved his hands casually: "Bella, give them an unforgettable impression after the party."

"Yes, my master!" Bella was trembling with excitement.

True to his master, he's still so mesmerizing, and he's already rewarding me... Bella's eyes are wild and fascinated.

Antonin Dolokhov didn't have a good relationship with her, and the other party would often make fun of her sister, Andromeda Tonks, who married a mudblood.

Among these idiots who questioned the authority of the master, Dolokhov was used to stand up, and it also meant to reward himself, right?

Master, you really prefer me... Bella thought intoxicatedly.

Sean, who noticed the fanatical expression on the other side, was a little strange, but he didn't say much.

It's normal to have fanatics, especially since Bella was born in a twisted family like Black's.

He scanned the arena, identifying Death Eaters he knew.

Regulus Black, sitting on his right side with his head half down, is easy to identify. He has many similarities with his brother Sirius, and he is also a handsome wizard.

On the left are the Riddles...no, now three of his fanatical disciples, the Lestrange family. Bella with her husband, Rodolphus Lestrange, and her husband's brother, Labastan Lestrange.

Rodolphus didn't seem to care about his wife's crazy obsession with Riddle at all, and he looked at him just as passionately as his wife.

The two haven't had a child for so long, Rodolphs can't be crooked... Sean secretly guessed.

Next to Regulus was a young wizard, licking his lips excitedly, his eyes full of anticipation. Barty Crouch Jr., Riddle's confidant and loyalist, even knew some of Riddle's past.

Of course, the Malfoys need not say much, but the loyalty of these two people is as unpredictable as a tumbleweed.

In addition to these people around, there are old Goyle and old Crabbe, who are recognizable at a glance. They are as thick and stupid as their sons.

However, Snape wasn't there, Peter Pettigrew wasn't there, and Durmstrang's headmaster, Igor Karkaroff, wasn't here.

Silently matching the information in his heart with each Death Eater, and ranking them according to loyalty and strength, Sean stood up.

"Do you know why I didn't respond to you before this?" Sean showed an incomprehensible smile.

"Master, were you still recovering? I called you many times." Little Barty asked respectfully.

"But the master heard my call—" Bella said eagerly.

Sean smiled slightly: "Barty, Bella, I have seen your loyalty. In the future, you will receive unimaginable rewards."

Under the excited and expectant eyes of the two, Sean paced slowly: "Sean Wallep, the original owner of this body, I have acted against it, that idiot Quirrell screwed up everything - and he got me into Dumbledore and Grindelwald's trap."

"Damn! Damn fool!" Bella screamed.

"However, ha—" Sean imitated Voldemort's morbidly proud expression and stretched out his hands, "Your master was prepared after all, those two stupid old men were still fooled, haha—"

"Eh ha ha ha—" the Death Eaters all shrieked in unison with him.

How is it like a **** club...

Sean suppressed the desire to complain in his heart and continued to play Voldemort.

"Sean Wallop, this lovely boy who was of great use to me has fallen into the hands of the great Dark Lord!"

Death Eaters praised Sean's foresight in every word.

"However—" Sean narrowed his eyes and changed the topic, "For my plan, I must continue to operate under the eyes of those two old immortals, and gradually, I learned some news..."

The Death Eaters felt the chill in their master's words, and all of them stooped unconsciously.

Sean glanced at everyone coldly: "My friends, you people who are united under the Dark Mark...someone—betrayed me!"

The Lestrange family and Barty Jr. stood up angrily, and pointed their wands at the rest of them.

"Master, who is that despicable traitor!"

"Don't get excited—it has to be said that the new body still has limitations," Sean stroked his forehead, "Oh, oh, your master has become too weak, and he couldn't even find the traitor who hid himself. "

Weak... The remaining Death Eaters shuddered, Dolohov's ashes hadn't completely dissipated yet...

Little Barty narrowed his eyes, and he looked at Sean: "Master, there are a few people who didn't come tonight—Snape, he has been working under Dumbledore's men."

"Severus' loyalty doesn't need to be questioned, Batty," Sean twitched the corner of his mouth, "Some people, some things, I have my own arrangements."

"Yes Master."

Sean showed a sinister smile: "Everyone, show your Dark Mark—"

Although there is fear in their hearts, and some people do have ghosts in their hearts, but the tragic example is right in front of them, and no one dares to hesitate.

Everyone rolled up their robes to reveal the Dark Mark.

Sean took out his wand and tapped it on the nearest Lucius' forearm. In Lucius' terrified eyes, the Dark Mark became weaker and weaker, and then disappeared. Then, a new dark Dark Mark appeared. Come out~lightnovelpub.net~Master, master..." Lucius looked at Sean tremblingly.

"Don't worry, as long as you stay loyal to me, the new mark won't do any harm—Of course, some ulterior motives, when you try to betray me and everyone here, be prepared to meet me—" Sean showed an inexplicable smile.

In this way, no one dared to resist, Sean eliminated the Dark Mark that Voldemort had planted one by one, and then replaced it with his own.

When the last one was finished, Sean raised his eyebrows in satisfaction.

From now on, Voldemort will no longer receive calls from his fanatical followers. If he is lucky enough to recover, only a few people who were not present today will receive the news when the Death Eaters are summoned...

It's probably similar to the feeling of staying at home after the 007 work system that confiscated mobile phones, but the mobile phone and computer can't connect to any network? Sean thought with satisfaction.

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