The number of these people was not large, even if Link only saw six figures in the end.

However, the robes and hoods on these people are very gorgeous and close-fitting. At first glance, they are designed by famous designers and are custom-made. Not everyone can afford to wear them.

Of course, the most important thing is that these people's attitude towards Voldemort is very humble, even lowly.

After a long pacing, they all knelt to the ground without exception, climbed to Voldemort's side to form a circle, and kissed the hem of Voldemort's robe.

"Master...Master..."

They called out softly, and even though they had tried to suppress it, Link could still hear a tremor called fear.

"Welcome, Death Eaters." Voldemort said quietly, "Thirteen years... Thirteen years have passed since we last met. But you still generally responded to my call... That is to say, we Still united under the Dark Mark! Isn't it?"

Voldemort raised his face that had become somewhat distorted and hideous, and sniffed hard with his two slit-like nostrils.

"I smell guilt," Voldemort said suddenly, raising his tone, "there is a smell called guilt in the air!"

As soon as these words came out, the Death Eaters who were kneeling on the ground around them trembled more severely.

Link could see that each of them wanted to escape, but didn't even dare to move.

"When I now see that each of you is healthy, and the magic is the same as before—I asked myself why these Death Eaters have not come to help their masters, to help people they once swore to be loyal to them forever. ?"

No one spoke at all on the court, only Pettigrew Peter cried constantly holding his bleeding arm.

But Voldemort didn't seem to expect to hear their answer, he just paused and continued:

"I replied to myself—they must have thought that I was dying, thinking that I was completely finished. They knelt down in front of my enemy, crying that they were innocent, used, and deprived of their souls. Cursed..."

"I asked myself again, but why didn't they believe that I could make a comeback? They clearly knew that I had made arrangements to prevent death, and I had proved to them countless times a long time ago that my strength is far beyond this. Anyone in the world!"

"The answer to this question is also very simple, right?" Voldemort suddenly laughed. "Perhaps they never believed me. They think there is a stronger force in this world that can defeat Voldemort! Maybe they are already loyal to Voldemort now. Other people...maybe it is the old man with dementia, the protector of Muggles and Mudbloods-Dumbledore!"

As soon as Dumbledore's name came out, the Death Eaters at Voldemort's feet suddenly became agitated, and they shook their heads in a low voice to explain, but Voldemort ignored them at all.

"This disappointed me... I admit I was extremely disappointed, especially," Voldemort said in a rough dress, "especially when I issued the summoning order ten days ago and you didn't come to gather!"

Voldemort's voice was like thunder, bombarding every Death Eater present.

In fact, the effect is indeed the same, because as soon as Voldemort's voice fell, a strong red lightning flashed out of the dark clouds of the zenith very well.

Under such terrifying pressure, finally there was a Death Eater who couldn't stand it anymore.

He slammed to the ground and hugged Voldemort's calf, screaming constantly:

"Master! Forgive my master! Forgive us!"

Voldemort's face rose with a sneer, and at the same time he raised his wand.

"Break out the bones!"

The scream then turned into hysterical wailing.

The Death Eater couldn't care about asking for mercy anymore. He began to tumbling and struggling frantically. The gorgeous robe was torn to pieces by him, and the muscles exposed from it were constantly squirming and pulling out. The whole person was suffering from this extreme pain Completely tortured collapse, and even started to hit the hard ground that has been scorched and semi-crystallized by the flame again and again, even if the blood flowed all over the face, he refused to stop, as if he wanted to hit himself alive. dead!

Fortunately, Voldemort didn't seem to want to take his life, so he quickly withdrew his wand.

The tortured Death Eater also lay flat on the ground, panting.

This move relieved the surrounding Death Eaters, because it at least showed that Voldemort did not want to kill them for the time being.

But one person is an exception.

Link, who was watching from a distance, had long discovered that a strange species was hidden among the Death Eaters that followed.

When the man first saw Voldemort, he didn't have the tension or fear of others, and he looked very relaxed.

When Voldemort tortured the poor man, he was trembling with excitement.

But now when Voldemort retracted his wand, he was so angry that he even stood up and lifted his hood, revealing the weak, pale but crazy face inside and roared:

"Master! You can't let him go so easily! They are not worthy! They should be buried alive in the mud pit!"

As soon as this statement came out, the Death Eaters around were stunned for a moment.

What is even more surprising is that Voldemort was not angry at this sudden interruption. Instead, he reached out his hand and gently grabbed the man's trembling shoulder because of his anger and said:

"Write calmly, Barty, of course I will not forgive them! I will not forget it, the long 13 years! I want them to pay off their debts for these 13 years before they consider forgiving!"

Link's pupils were slightly enlarged, and he already knew the identity of the Death Eater-Barty Crouch Jr.!

Voldemort's expression became gentle again. He patted Barty lightly, and said as if he was calming his crying child:

"As for you, my most loyal servant! You deserve to be rewarded!"

When Voldemort said, he lifted Barty's sleeve, and slammed his wand on the exposed black mark.

The black and red magic power began to flicker on the tip of the rod, and then gradually covered the entire black mark, making the pattern look weird in the dark.

What's even more weird is that Barty's pale face instantly became ruddy and healthy, and the aura on his body became stronger.

"I feel that I have become stronger!" Little Batty burst into tears with excitement, and he almost couldn't say what he said. "Thank you! Thank you, Master! Mmm!"

"No thanks, you deserve it, boy!" Voldemort drew his wand back. "Of course, there is Peter."

"Yes, Master," said the little dwarf who was about to die with too much blood when he heard Voldemort's call, "please, master, please..."

"You helped me get a physical body," Voldemort said indifferently with a faint disgust on his face, "Even though you are a despicable traitor, you are not helping me out of loyalty, but out of fear of your old friends. But after all, it helped me... Voldemort would not treat anyone who helped him..."

Voldemort raised his wand again, and this time the wand's tip was no longer a black and red ferocious magic power, but a bright band of light like mercury.

The band of light continued to undulate and twist in the air, and finally turned into a gleaming human hand, which was automatically attached to Pettigrew Peter's bleeding wrist.

The annoying sobbing of Little Star finally stopped.

He raised his head and looked at the silver hand in disbelief. It was so perfect, as if Dwarf's hand had never been damaged, except that he was wearing a dazzling glove.

He tried to bend his fingers, and tremblingly picked up a small piece of hard soil from the ground that had just been lifted by the poor Death Eater's sentence, and squeezed it into pieces.

"My master!" Little Dwarf murmured, "Master, thank you, this is so beautiful."

"I hope your loyalty will not be shaken, Peter."

"No, my master... never."

Dwarf Peter crawled over on his knees, kissing Voldemort's robe like everyone else.

Then he stood up and knelt to the side like everyone else, with tears still on his face, seeming to be earnestly waiting for Voldemort's next speech, but in essence he has been repeatedly looking at his novice.

Voldemort didn't care either, and he turned to continue speaking.

But at this moment, a long and thin figure climbed up from the dirt pit in the distance with great difficulty, stumbled all the way to Voldemort, and shouted as he ran:

"Master! And me, your most... most loyal servant Igor, Master..."

Seeing this, Voldemort's expression instantly went cold.

Because it was Karkaroff who came here.

For this guy Voldemort can be said to have no good feelings at all.

Even if you don’t mention the previous incident of pretending to be dead, Karkaroff himself does not have any loyalty attributes. His situation is worse than that of Pettigrew Peter. He was purely brought to the door by Voldemort and could not be reconciled. of.

Of course, the most important thing is that Karkaroff was arguably the happiest person who sold Voldemort back then. He not only said countless bad things about Voldemort in order to survive, but also the loyal Death Eaters who could have lurked down and waited for the moment. It was sent to Azkaban.

Facing such a rubbish, Voldemort hadn't killed him, but he didn't expect him to see Barty and Dwarf benefiting now, so he still has the face to ask for rewards.

However, Voldemort must also admit that Karkaroff had a very good grasp of the timing when he came out.

You know that he just said that anyone who helped him can get benefits. Now if Karkaroff is punished, wouldn't he be slapped in the face?

For a time Voldemort was uglier than eating a fly.

Then, someone who helped him solve his dilemma appeared.

Little Barty didn't know if it was because he was aware of Voldemort's mood, or simply because his father used the Imperius Curse to mess up his mind. He couldn't understand Karkaroff, so he rushed towards Karkaroff.

"You **** traitor still have the face to jump up?"

Barty roared and pulled out his wand.

"Killing Curse!"

boom!

A green light swayed his long tail directly on Karkaroff's chest. The stray light illuminates his unbelievable expression, and then blows it out!

Karkaroff suddenly lost his voice.

But Barty was still not satisfied, roared and rushed forward and started to bite Karkaroff's cheek.

The Death Eaters present in this scene were all chilling, but Voldemort was smiling and in a good mood.

He waited until Karkaroff's body was almost unreliable before finally drunk Batty, sternly said:

"Batti! How can you do this? Karkaroff is our companion! Although, he has made some small mistakes."

"Yes! My master! I know I was wrong! I'm just really angry, please punish me!"

Little Batty knelt down and said respectfully.

Voldemort obviously didn't really mean to punish Barty. He lifted it high and put it down lightly, behaving lightly.

The Death Eaters who looked at them with such a pretentious look shuddered, especially when Voldemort had just given them a look at them, as if they were warning.

But what can they do?

It can only press the head lower.

And as if smelling their fear, Voldemort walked up to them with a smile on his face, grabbed one of the Death Eaters and said:

"McNeill... Peter told me that you are destroying dangerous beasts for the Ministry of Magic? It seems that you are so satisfied with this job that you ignored the collective signal I sent last time!"

"No master! No!" the man named McNeill defended, "That reaction is too weak, I thought it was someone else's fake! This time the signal is normal and I will come! I'm still loyal. Yours, I'm as loyal to you as Barty Crouch Jr.—ah!!!"

McNeill's defense quickly turned into a scream.

Because the little Batty directly used a heart-stirring shot at him!

"No! Call my last name! Don't! Compare me with you as a scumbag!"

Little Batty gritted his teeth and said, after a long time, he raised his wand and ended the torture.

During this whole process, Voldemort said nothing.

Voldemort said contemptuously until McNeill gradually eased his breath:

"McNeill, do you know why I didn't stop him?"

Before McNeill could answer, Voldemort continued, "Because you are lying to me! You know that only I in this world can issue orders to you through the Dark Mark! But you are still telling me that the signal is too weak?"

There was a glimmer of gray in McNeill's eyes, and he probably thought he was dead today.

But just as he was preparing to meet death, Voldemort changed his words again:

"Yeah, I know, McNeil... You really disappoint me. But I believe you will not disappoint me any more in the future, right?"

McNeill's eyes widened in disbelief when he said this, struggling to get up, but couldn't get up, wanted to speak, and because of his excitement, he became Ababa's garbled~www.mtlnovel. com~ Voldemort didn't have time to talk to him, and went on to the next Death Eater.

"Not..."

"Gore? Crabbe? You..."

"Get up, Avery..."

...

Voldemort began to speak by name one by one. His words were not profound, they were nothing more than grace and power.

But in his desperate power, he was so touched by every one who was being taught, that tears flowed down his face.

The most important thing is that they are very sincere at this moment.

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