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In the gloomy manor, Voldemort was placed in a specially padded armchair. He curled up in the swaddle like an ugly snake-faced baby, with gloomy and angry eyes.

He had actually received news of the returnees early on, but because of the special circumstances and his physical weakness, Voldemort did not come here immediately to withdraw his servant's loyalty.

He was conceited and took it for granted that as long as he came in front of Barty Crouch Jr., the other party would recognize him and feel sad and regretful for his previous stupid behavior.

However, Voldemort never imagined that Barty Jr. was still immersed in the stories Sean Wallop wove for him. This most fanatical and loyal servant ever, this Death Eater henchman who was content to kiss the top of his own shoe, didn't recognize himself? !

How dare he even spit on himself? !

Thinking of this, Voldemort's thin chest heaved violently, and the killing intent in his heart couldn't be stopped no matter what.

Beside him, a chunky man in a plain robe felt his master's anger and confusion. The man didn't even dare to lift his head, for fear that Voldemort's anger would affect him.

"Squeak—" The door was pushed open, and a sorcerer with a gloomy complexion came in. He had a red bulbous nose, glasses as thick as the bottom of a wine bottle, and messy hair hanging greasy on his shoulders. On the surface, it looks like a **** scientist who often appears on TV.

"My lord the Dark Lord—" he called to Voldemort, showing a mouthful of bad yellow teeth, without much respect in his tone.

Voldemort turned his back to him, so as not to let the other party see the gloom and anger in his eyes, he said in a deep voice, "What's the matter?"

The garlic-nosed wizard laughed nervously: "Ha - it's a little troublesome, that Mr. Crouch has learned Occlumency very well."

Voldemort snorted coldly: "Don't worry about it, I just want the most authentic memory, I don't care whether he is alive or not."

He was furious with Barty Jr. to the extreme.

The garlic-nosed wizard licked his lips excitedly: "Of course I know, of course I know... But such powerful wizards with Occlumency are rare, Mr. Crouch is a very good test subject, I want to keep him , hehehe—it would be a waste to make him a fool."

There was perverted excitement in the tone of the garlic-nosed wizard.

Voldemort snorted impatiently: "I just need to remember... as long as you can do it, he is yours, you can test it as you like."

"Since the respected Lord Dark Lord has said so, then I will not be polite."

The garlic-nosed wizard rubbed his hands excitedly. He came here to find an excellent test subject, and the owner of the other party had agreed, which made him extremely excited.

Not long after the wizard left, the chunky man standing next to Voldemort walked gently to the door, opened his ears and listened, and then turned around with a look of horror.

"Great master, Crouch... Crouch's screams..."

He swallowed, panic in his eyes.

Crouch's scream of pain even penetrated the underground prison, making people break out in a cold sweat.

"Shut up, Wormtail," said Voldemort coldly.

"Yes, yes, great master."

"You worthless wretch..." Voldemort said disgustedly.

Wormtail could not wait to lower his head to his waist, he walked quickly back to Voldemort's side, standing humbly.

Little Barty's cries of pain lasted for a long time before subsiding, and then the garlic-nosed wizard returned to the room again.

"What you want, my lord Dark Lord—" The garlic-nosed wizard's face was stained with blood, but he didn't care, his face was full of excitement and impatience.

Wormtail quickly walked over to take the memory vial from the opponent's hand, he glanced at it carefully, and then immediately lowered his head.

Unlike normal memories, the memories in the memory bottle gave off a weak feeling, as if they were about to dissipate.

The way they extract memories is probably different from that of normal wizards... Wormtail swallowed.

Voldemort nodded in satisfaction, then snorted coldly: "He's yours now."

"Thank you for your generosity, Lord Dark Lord." The garlic-nosed wizard smiled "hehe", shook his fist vigorously like a child, and then quickly left the room.

He was going to see the loot that had been transferred from "ownership".

"Wormtail," Voldemort snorted.

"Yes, master..." Wormtail acted immediately, he moved the Pensieve over, and then shook the memory into the basin.

After gently stirring it a few times with the magic wand, a vague scene began to emerge in the basin, and Wormtail immediately bowed his head and backed away.

Voldemort stretched out his snake's face with difficulty, and sank into the Pensieve.

When he appeared again, the scene in front of him had changed.

Voldemort glanced sullenly, of course he knew this place, it was the Malfoy estate.

"Hmph." Voldemort's anger flared up again.

He sent out a signal that he had returned, but because that **** Wallop changed the Dark Mark, only a few people received the news immediately.

Those few Death Eaters acted as a bridge to connect with those Death Eaters branded with the "Wallop Black Mark", which took a lot of effort.

But Lucius Malfoy and his wife have never responded, and the two seem to have stayed in the manor and refused to show up, which made it impossible for the other Death Eaters to get in touch.

"Sly fox..." Voldemort snorted.

Then he looked at the scene in front of him.

Much handsomer and healthier than now, Barty Crouch Jr. was kneeling on the ground, his face was full of fanaticism, mixed with some pride of being summoned by the master alone.

Those eternally loyal eyes, that unwavering belief, once upon a time, these were the expressions little Barty would make when facing himself... Voldemort's chest trembled violently.

Right in front of him, Barty Jr. is swearing loyalty to another person!

Not counting the pointed stature, the jet-black robes, the pompous eyes and sullen smile that imitated himself.

That handsome but slightly childish face was one that Voldemort would never forget.

Sean Wallup!

Voldemort's rage was at its peak, and he even wished at this moment that it wasn't a memory.

In that way, I can directly wipe out that disgusting and hated Wallep kid!

But memory is memory, and it will only faithfully restore everything at that time.

"Master, please order me as much as you want, and I will complete all the tasks you entrusted, at all costs!" Little Barty knelt on one knee, with endless fanaticism in his tone.

Sean turned around, with an unpredictable and profound smile on his face.

"Barty, my friend, do you feel that the only time I talk to you alone is when I have something for you to attend to?"

A look of hesitation appeared on Little Barty's face, but he shook his head immediately: "No, master, any instruction from you is my highest honor."

Sean looked at him calmly, then laughed in a voice familiar to Voldemort.

"Ha-ha-ha, Barty, when did you learn to lie to your master?"

"No, I have absolutely nothing to hide from you," Batty lowered his head lower, his voice full of urgency, "I just want to prove my loyalty to you."

Xiao En stroked the bird and snake, allowing this dangerous magical animal to swim on his body.

"Batty, did you have a little conflict with Bella before?" He asked in a casual tone.

Barty Jr. hesitated and then nodded: "Yes, on the way to carry out the task, I think Bella acted impulsively."

Sean laughed. "That's not a big deal, you know... Ha, my friend, are you jealous of Bella? Jealousy, she's the first Death Eater I've ever met alone?"

"Yes, yes, master..." Little Barty gritted his teeth, finally admitted, and then immediately explained urgently, "Master, I am more loyal than her, there is no more loyal servant than me in the world .”

Looking at this memory, Voldemort wanted to grind his teeth.

Sean didn't blame Barty Jr., but sighed instead.

"What's the matter, master, what did I do to make you dissatisfied?" Little Barty became anxious.

"Of course, Batty, Batty, Batty—" Sean shouted three times, with some disappointment and emotion.

"me…"

Sean interrupted what Batty was about to say, then bent down under his shocked gaze, and helped himself up.

Batty, who stood up straight, didn't even react ignorantly.

"Barty," Sean said, his tone was still proud, cruel, and gloomy, but it lacked a bit of arrogance, "You really let me down."

Little Barty swallowed, and Voldemort's face sank as he watched all this.

"Do you know why I'm disappointed?" Sean asked.

"I, I..." Little Barty was a little uncertain, but there was some unbelievable expectation in his eyes.

Sean patted him on the shoulder: "My friend, I thought that the relationship between us didn't need to talk again."

Little Barty's eyes widened, filled with surprise and pride.

It's true what I'm thinking...his throat is throbbing.

The great master went to Bella first, not because he trusted Bella the most, but because he felt that after his return, among the impetuous Death Eaters group, Bella was the first subordinate worthy of his complete trust.

Lord Voldemort, who is shown in the image of Sean Wallop, wants to win people's hearts, win over Bella, a loyal and powerful Death Eater, and also give her confidence.

Bella deserves it.

And yourself, isn't it worth it?

No!

Lord Voldemort, he does not regard himself as a servant or a subordinate, he regards himself as a... friend whom he can fully trust!

So he didn't come to find himself first!

The other Death Eaters will always be Voldemort's servants, only myself, in addition to the status of servants, there is also the status of this layer of friends!

Yes, why do friends say so much?

Lord Voldemort, trusting himself so much...

Little Barty's breathing was heavy with excitement, but he didn't know that his expression was so dazzling in the eyes of Voldemort at another time.

"Bastard, bastard..." Voldemort looked at Sean almost on fire.

Sean's tone was casual, but this attitude was exactly what Barty Jr. longed for.

"Barty, remember what we talked about?" Sean raised his brows, "Only you know my past, we also have such a cowardly, incompetent and disgusting father, and we all have the same great goals ...Only you, Batty, when I saw you, I felt like I saw the old me."

Little Barty was excited and moved. He wanted to kneel down again but was subdued by Sean.

In his eyes, fanaticism has completely overshadowed reason. It can even be said that Barty Jr. took the initiative to let fanaticism and loyalty occupy his brain.

To be recognized by the great Dark Lord that he was chasing, this is something Barty Jr. has always dreamed of!

And Voldemort, who watched all this, opened his eyes wide, apart from anger, he was even a little panicked.

Why, why does Sean Wallop know what he once said to Barty Jr., why does he know his past? !

The two old immortals Dumbledore and Grindelwald naturally knew about their origins, but how could a third person know about the conversation between him and Barty Jr.? !

This news completely darkened Voldemort's expression.

In his memory, Sean was very satisfied with Little Barty's complete fanaticism, and he could start his brainwashing plan with confidence.

"My friend, I called you out because I have something to tell you. Do you understand what I mean?" Sean said in a deep voice.

"Yes, master!" Little Barty immediately lowered his head, "Even if I die, I will still protect your secret."

"It's not that serious." Sean waved his hand casually, "It's just a little troublesome."

Little Barty's face immediately showed a stern look: "Master..."

Sean's face became gloomy: "It's not something you can solve... Batty, you know that I have been preparing to take away Wallep's body."

"Yes, master, you have succeeded now~lightnovelpub.net~ Little Barty said immediately.

"Yes, it was successful...but it also left some troubles behind." Sean's face turned dark, "In this world, there is no one who studies the soul as thoroughly as I do, but the soul is still profound after all. "

"Master, you have mastered a power that no one else can master."

Sean sneered: "Of course, of course... It's just that there are some problems... My soul has been divided into a small piece..."

"What?!" Little Barty was shocked, and then became anxious, "Master, what do you need me to do? Should I help you retrieve that fragment?"

"No, Batty," Sean said leisurely, "The divided soul fragments...you can treat them as impurities in my soul. Although it is troublesome, I also actively contributed to it."

"I sorted out the garbage in my body..." Sean said lightly.

Watching all this, Voldemort's body trembled.

No wonder, no wonder...

"Wallop, Wallep!" Voldemort yelled angrily.