Lord Voldemort's cold voice echoed in the clearing. Elwyn and Harry listened in silence, their bodies tense.
The scar on Harry's head hurt as if it was going to tear him apart. He gritted his teeth and shielded Elwyn behind him.
He thought that Elwyn was Gabriel, and that he was involved in this trouble because of him.
Harry made up his mind to bring Gabriel back alive, no matter what.
Lord Voldemort continued to pace back and forth. He seemed to be in a good mood as he reminisced about his past.
"My father abandoned us, and my mother died giving birth to me. I grew up in the Muggle Orphanage, so I swore to find him." Lord Voldemort said, "Later, I took my revenge on him, the man who gave me the same name as him, Tom Riddle."
When he said this name, there was a hint of coldness and disgust in his voice that could not be concealed.
"This is a name that shames me. It belongs to that man!" Lord Voldemort said, his voice becoming softer and the cruel smile on his face becoming more obvious. "But it will come to an end. This shame left me with my father, and I destroyed it with my own hands. Haha, Harry Potter, you're honored to listen to me, to listen to my family history. I'm a little sad, but look, Harry! My real family is back! "
As soon as he finished speaking, the air was filled with the rustling of cloaks.
In the weeds, behind the dead trees, in every dark corner, the silhouettes of wizards appeared.
They all wore hoods and covered their faces.
One by one, they walked slowly and carefully, as if they could not believe their eyes.
Lord Voldemort stood there silently and waited. His snake face twisted into a cruel smile.
With a plop, a Death Eater knelt on the ground and crawled in front of Lord Voldemort, kissing the hem of his black robe.
"Master, master …" he whispered.
The Death Eaters behind him did the same. Everyone crawled to Lord Voldemort and kissed his robe.
Then, they quietly retreated to the side, stood up, and gradually formed a circle around Lord Voldemort, Elwyn, Harry, and the man who was panting and moaning on the ground.
There were still some gaps in the circle, as if waiting for others to join.
However, Lord Voldemort did not seem to be expecting anyone to come. He looked around at the hooded faces. Although there was no wind, there seemed to be a slight rustling sound in the circle, as if the circle was shivering.
"Welcome, Death Eaters!" Lord Voldemort said calmly. "Thirteen years. It has been thirteen years since we last met. But all of you still responded to my summons like yesterday, which means that we are still united under the Mark of the Dark Demon, right? "
He raised his ferocious face, opened his nostrils, and sniffed.
"What is this smell? I smell guilt!" he said. "There is a stench of guilt in the air."
The circle shuddered again, as if everyone wanted to step back, but did not dare to move.
"I see all of you, healthy and full of magic, arriving so quickly! I used to ask myself, 'Why don't these powerful sorcerers come to help their master, the one they swore to be loyal to?' "
No one spoke, and no one dared to move.
"Then, I answered myself!" Lord Voldemort said softly, pacing slowly around the inside of the circle. "They must have believed that I could not make it, and thought that I was finished. They slipped back into the midst of my enemies, saying that they were innocent, unaware, and under witchcraft. "
"I asked myself, but why did they believe that I would not rise again? Did they not know that I had taken measures to prevent death a long time ago? Didn't they see me prove my power countless times when I was more powerful than any other wizard? "His voice was dragged out and sounded particularly sinister.
"Then, I answered myself, perhaps they believe that there is a greater power that can defeat Lord Voldemort! Perhaps they have now sworn allegiance to someone else. Perhaps that person is the leader of the lowlifes, the protector of the Mud Man and the Muggle, Albus Dumbledore? "
There was an uproar in the circle at the mention of Dumbledore's name. Some muttered and shook their heads.
Lord Voldemort ignored them, and his expression grew colder and colder.
"I am sorry to hear that. I admit that I am disappointed. Disappointed in you."
One of the men in the circle suddenly fell to the ground. He crawled at Lord Voldemort's feet, trembling from head to toe.
"Master!" he screamed. "Master, forgive me! Forgive us! "
Lord Voldemort laughed coldly and raised his wand.
"Bone Gouge!"
The Death Eater on the ground writhed and screamed in pain. The sound came from his soul.
Lord Voldemort was more powerful than any dark wizard. His evil thoughts made the Bone Gouge extremely cruel and unbearable.
Elwyn gripped his wand tightly. Why was it not time for the damned door key yet?
Ten minutes later, Lord Voldemort finally raised his wand.
The tortured Death Eater lay flat on the ground, panting heavily.
"Get up, Avery!" Lord Voldemort said softly. "Get up and beg for my forgiveness?! I tell you, I will not forgive you. I will not forget the thirteen long years. I will only forgive you after I have paid you back. "
Lord Voldemort looked around at the Death Eaters, as if looking for his next target.
"I'm sure you must be wondering how I came back," he said softly. "I did get help from a few vampires. They were disobedient, but they helped me anyway. Lord Voldemort will not mistreat those who help him."
He raised his wand again and waved it in the air. The tip of the wand drew a band of light that looked like molten silver. At first it was shapeless, but then it twisted and turned into a shining human hand, as bright as moonlight.
It flew down on its own and attached itself to the man's bleeding wrist.
It fit seamlessly on his arm, as if he was wearing a dazzling glove.
The man tried to bend the shining finger, then picked up a branch from the ground with trembling hands and crushed it into powder.
"My master!" he whispered. "Thank you, kind master!"
He crawled over and kissed Lord Voldemort's robe.
"Those who are loyal to Lord Voldemort will be rewarded. This is what you deserve, Durand!" Lord Voldemort said. "Welcome to the Death Eaters. As promised, I will help you take back what is rightfully yours."
Watching the vampire join the circle, trembling, Elwyn committed his appearance to memory.
He replaced Pettigrew Peter in completing the spell for Lord Voldemort and obtained the cursed arm.
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