Snape definitely had a problem.

Barty Crouch Jr.'s eyes rolled involuntarily, and while following behind Snape, he began to think about some messy things in his mind.

Barty Crouch Jr wanted to ask something more, but Snape's expression was so serious that he had to put the thought aside for a while.

Anyway...

It will soon be known.

As the explosion in the basement ceased outside, Snape slowly pushed open the round iron door of the safe house. He felt there seemed to be an inexplicable resistance outside the door?

This kind of power is simply not worth mentioning to him!

Snape pushed open the round iron door, but heard a dull sound, as if someone hit the ground when he pushed the door...

"hiss…"

A painful moan came out.

The moment the basement exploded just now, the Dark Lord had been relying on the iron gate, desperately using his magic power to release the magic shield to avoid being hit.

but…

I don't know which **** set up the trap, but the entire basement is full of Muggle bombs. This is not killing people, but it is used to destroy corpses and traces!

Peter Pettigrew died without a whole body, his body parts were blown up and flew everywhere, and even one of his fingers and some rubble fell on Voldemort's side!

fortunately…

Voldemort's power is not bad.

However, even so, the image of the Dark Lord at this moment is very ugly and ugly!

Voldemort had at least a dozen pieces of shrapnel stuck on his body, and the blood gushed out directly. The whole body was completely covered with blood, and the heart was pierced with deep shrapnel. The other internal organs had already been shattered by the shock wave in the explosion. !

Now he doesn't even care about his own appearance. There are also several wounds on his smooth forehead. I don't know if he was bruised or cut...

At once…

Pretty miserable.

It looks miserable.

How could the Dark Lord ever be in such a troubled time!

Voldemort has always looked down on Muggles, but he also knows that Muggle weapons are very dangerous, but this is the first time he has truly accepted the threat of Muggle weapons!

This is too dangerous!

Compared with these words, what makes Voldemort more troublesome is that in order to protect himself, he forcibly uses magic power to maintain the protection, and the power in his body has already been exhausted...

if not…

Maybe he can still heal himself with black magic now.

The reason why the Dark Lord can still survive is because his body has been remodeled, and he can barely maintain the situation of immortality...

If there is no magic to save...

Voldemort can only lie here in so much pain forever...

Of course.

Will someone save him?

This **** Snape will definitely stand and watch him die here!

This is indeed the case.

"I thought you were dead..."

When Snape walked out of the safe house, he saw Voldemort with a miserable image, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he actually praised: "As expected of a Dark Lord, you can still survive after stepping into such a trap. …”

"you…"

Voldemort gritted his teeth and spat out a mouthful of internal organs!

This bastard!

It was this **** who pushed the door just now. He wanted to rest against the iron door for a while, but he was pushed to the ground by the **** Snape!

"You can only play this little trick..."

Voldemort spat out a few mouthfuls of internal organs, but he was still able to scold: "Snape, you will never dare to face my magic, you will always...you can only live in my nightmare!"

"I remember you already lost to me..."

Snape's eyebrows twitched, seeming to be puzzled: "Who was the person I hung on the wall just now? Did I remember it wrong?"

"you…"

Voldemort spat out two mouthfuls of blood, and said solemnly: "This time I was careless... When we meet next time..."

"Your Horcrux is in my hands..."

Snape calmly stated the established fact: "If you want to be resurrected, it's better not to have this attitude..."

"you!"

Voldemort's mouth was bleeding again. .

If you say a word, you will spit blood. This scene can't make people feel more desolate. It's so miserable, even Snape can't stand it anymore...

"Okay, stop talking, you've already vomited blood."

Snape shook his head, frowning slightly, as if he couldn't bear to see Voldemort so miserable.

"you!"

Voldemort opened his mouth and spat out another mouthful of blood!

This bastard!

How dare you mock him like that!

Why is he vomiting blood now, and Snape, the bastard, can't reflect on it?

Snape seemed to shake his head helplessly, and slowly moved away from his position, revealing the young man behind him, and said indifferently: "Even for you, life should be precious, Don't waste your life, if you have any last words, I suggest you tell your subordinates..."

"..."

Barty Crouch Jr came out slowly.

When Barty Crouch Jr really saw Voldemort, his eyes widened involuntarily, staring at the Dark Lord lying on the ground in a state of embarrassment!

"Owner?"

Barty Crouch Jr barely recognizes what Voldemort looks like!

Because he has never seen his master as embarrassed as he is at this moment. When has this devil king who has always been like his real father ever been so miserable!

his master...

Always so elegant and proud...

Like a **** standing on top of the mountains...

Now.

His master seems to have fallen into a quagmire...

"Owner…"

Barty Crouch Jr knelt down beside Voldemort almost recklessly, crying in pain as if guarding Voldemort's corpse: "Master...how could this be...Master..."

"Barty..."

Voldemort's eyes became a little milder, and he even gently stroked Barty with his barely able right hand.

Unfortunately…

This action caused blood to ooze from the corners of his mouth again...

"Don't talk!"

Barty Crouch Jr hurriedly appeased Voldemort, turned back and shouted to his house-elf: "Winky! Come quickly..."

When he turned back, he saw Snape's cold eyes, which made Barty swallow his words in fear.

This guy…

Never let him heal the master!

As Barty Crouch Jr expected, Snape raised his eyebrows and said softly, "Don't bother him, let him go quietly..."

"..."

fuck you!

Whether it's Barty Crouch Jr. or Voldemort, they've scolded Snape from head to toe. Is this a **** toss up? The wizard's means have a high probability of being able to rescue it!

"do not be sad."

Snape looked at Barty Crouch Jr., then at Voldemort lying on the ground, and continued softly: "Although he will die in front of us soon, he will be resurrected sooner or later, and soon we will see you again..."

"you…"

Barty Crouch Jr. nearly choked.

That's right...

However, they just watch people die here?

Snape ignored Barty Crouch Jr., and just continued softly: "Tom Riddle, if you have any last words before parting, you'd better tell your subordinates quickly, I just happened to meet Barty Jr. here. Mr. Crouch, it seems that this is fate, the next time your assistant is resurrected, let him come..."

When he said this, Snape praised coldly: "To be honest, I think Mr. Barty Crouch Jr. is much better than my colleague, Professor Quirrell..."

"you…"

Voldemort also spat out a mouthful of blood.

The Dark Lord stared at Snape stubbornly, his eyes still carried the ferocity and cruelty of the Dark Lord, but it was not a deterrent to Snape after all...

next moment!

Voldemort's eyes slowly fell on Barty Crouch Jr. This look made Barty Crouch Jr.'s heart immediately feel fear: "Master... Master... What the **** is going on..."

"Barty..."

Voldemort's teeth were red with blood, but he still tried to speak: "Barty... tell me... have you betrayed me before?"

Although Voldemort hated what was in front of him...

But he had to think about his next resurrection.

Especially now that his only remaining diary Horcrux and Harry Potter are all in Snape's grasp, he must find a way to resurrect himself in a stronger posture!

and…

There's no one around him now... This Death Eater who treats him like his father is a little crazy, and probably retains a considerable degree of loyalty.

Even though there are many suspicious things about Barty Crouch Jr., he is already a good candidate for Voldemort...

At least Barty Crouch Jr didn't betray and stab like two **** like Peter Pettigrew and Snape, Voldemort's psychological expectations are already very low...

"I've never been..."

A look of panic appeared on Barty Crouch Jr.'s face, and he clutched Voldemort's palm like a madman, expressing his loyalty: "Master...Master...I have always wanted to find you...but I was The traitor Karkaroff confessed... I was held in Azkaban by them... My mother died there instead of me..."

The corners of Barty Crouch Jr's eyes were flushed, and tears were streaming down his cheeks. He held Voldemort's palm tightly and stroked his face, trying to say what was in his heart: "I have been Missing..."

"I can guarantee it."

Snape's voice interrupted Barty Crouch Jr. He glanced at Barty Crouch Jr. slowly, nodded and said, "Jr. Barty Crouch Jr is not my person, but His father is my partner..."

"..."

Barty Crouch Jr. stopped crying.

The Death Eater couldn't help but looked at Snape, grinning his teeth and making a fierce look like he wanted to choose someone to devour, their conversation between master and servant, what the **** is going on with this bastard!

"What exactly is going on!"

Barty Crouch Jr. almost showed blue veins on his forehead. He wiped his tears and asked loudly, "You said you would tell me everything..."

"Let him tell you."

Snape looked down at Voldemort before looking at Barty Jr. and continued: "As long as he wastes his energy and says a few more words, he will soon die of blood loss here, so I don't have to waste magic power killing him. now..."

"..."

Is this **** human?

Let a dying person say a few more words?

However, there was a sudden glimmer of light in Voldemort's eyes. He used all his strength to grab the palm of Barty Crouch Jr., trying to press his palm to his side!

"Owner?"

Barty Crouch Jr looked at Voldemort with some unease. He didn't resist, and pressed his palm to the ground following Voldemort's strength!

next moment…

Barty Crouch Jr felt as if he had touched something, even with a trace of blood, no, this thing is a stump!

It's a finger!

It's a man's finger!

This finger is even a little rough!

This must be the finger of that **** Peter Pettigrew!

This is the stump...

Barty Crouch Jr reacted suddenly, and when he wanted to retreat in a hurry, Voldemort tried his best not to let him leave, and even made Barty Jr bend down!

Voldemort whispered in the ear of Barty Crouch Jr.: "Barty...take it...soak it in the potion that preserves the corpse...don't be found by him...this is my powerful resurrection material..."

"..."

Barty Crouch Jr nodded hurriedly in fright.

Voldemort's mouth spurted blood again, and even splashed on Barty Crouch Jr's ears, but Barty Crouch Jr didn't dare to move!

Voldemort's voice became lower and lower, only to continue in a low voice: "Then... go to the Albanian forest to find me... my soul will be there... resurrected..."

Of course.

just soul.

Voldemort still chose to return to the Albanian forest, because he was familiar enough with the forest that few people set foot on it and it was safe enough.

This time is actually better than the last time...

At least this time, Voldemort can have an assistant before his death, and even prepare some back-ups in advance, and the next resurrection will not be so troublesome...

Soon...

He will be able to return to the magic world again!

"Don't let Snape know..."

Voldemort tried his best to keep his voice down, but his breathing became weaker and weaker: "Remember...find me...well...any more questions...I'll help you...cough..."

"What exactly is going on…"

Barty Crouch Jr whispered, "Peter was a traitor... Snape... betrayed you too? Who the **** is he?"

"Well... he is..."

Voldemort responded with difficulty ~lightnovelpub.net~ He murmured to continue to say something, but he could only move his lips, and was really speechless.

Just when the Dark Lord was venting more and taking less air, Snape, who had been standing beside him watching their exchange, couldn't help frowning: "What did you say just now, the voice can be a little louder, I I can't hear..."

"you…"

Voldemort's throat couldn't help roaring furiously.

The Dark Lord's eyes widened, his body slowly turning to ashes like burnt white paper...

too difficult.

Too hard to write.

Ah, Barty is so hard...