Harry Potter's Otherworldly Archmage

"Welcome, Death Eaters," said Voldemort calmly. "Thirteen years... It's been thirteen years since we last met. And yet you answer my call just like yesterday... That is to say, we are still united in the Black Under the magic mark! Is it?"

He raised his hideous face, opened his two slit-like nostrils and sniffed.

"I smell guilt," he said. "There's a stink of guilt in the air."

The circle trembled again, and it seemed that everyone wanted to step back, but dared not move.

Harry looked in horror at the Death Eaters in a circle, and the man standing in the middle. The golden age of the Boy Who Lived was about to pass, Voldemort returned, and the darkest age was about to repeat itself.At this moment, the scene that suddenly appeared in his mind was not the tall figure of Dumbledore, but the pair of silver pupils who were always calm and full of wisdom. Facing Voldemort, only that person can give people the fire of hope in the darkness .

The Death Eaters in a circle cast their gazes on the Nordic squad standing beside Voldemort. Voldemort noticed their gazes, and there was a smile in his scarlet pupils. Come to rely on my loyal partner, compared to my old subordinates, you, who has really looked for me since I disappeared?"

"I see you, all healthy and as good as ever - arrived so quickly! - I ask myself...why haven't these wizards come to help their masters and those they swore eternal allegiance to?"

No one spoke, no one dared to move.Only Wormtail fell to the ground, holding his bleeding arm and sobbing.

"I answer myself," said Voldemort softly, "they must have believed I was dead, thought I was done. They slipped back into the midst of my enemies, saying they were innocent, unknowing, and witchcraft..."

One of the circles suddenly fell to the ground, prostrate at Voldemort's feet, shaking from head to toe.

"Master!" he screamed. "Master, forgive me! Forgive us!"

Voldemort sneered and raised his wand.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

"Lucius, my sly friend," he whispered, pausing before the man, "I hear that you have not given up on your past actions, despite your sanctimonious face before the world. I believe Would you still take the lead in torturing Muggles? But you never went looking for me, Lucius... Your Quidditch World Cup was interesting... but if you put your energy into finding and helping your master , isn't it better?"

"Master, I have been very careful," Lucius Malfoy's voice quickly came from under the hood, "As long as there is any signal from you, as long as there are any rumors about your whereabouts, I will immediately rush to your side , nothing can stop me—"

Unexpectedly, Malfoy's father turned out to be a Death Eater, Harry's face was filled with shock. Although it had been rumored that the Malfoy family was keen on black magic, it was absolutely unexpected that Lucius was one of Voldemort's minions back then.At this time, he suddenly hoped that Voldemort could punish more people. With Augustus's decent style, he would never let such an obvious conspiracy go unnoticed. As long as it drags on for a while, there is always hope!

Voldemort took two steps, stopped, and looked at the gap between Malfoy and the person next to him—there was enough space for two people to stand.

"The Leicesters should stand here," said Voldemort softly. "It's a pity. But when Azkaban is broken, the dementors will join us...they are our natural allies...we will recall the banished giants ...I will get back all my loyal servants, and regain a group of magical creatures that everyone fears..."

"Tonight and now, let us solemnly welcome the three strong warriors from Hogwarts, Harry Potter," Voldemort said with a grim smile on his face, turning to look at Harry who was tied to the tombstone, " The youngest warrior ever, the golden boy who once defeated Voldemort, such a great wizard, when he comes to Riddle's cemetery, of course he must be welcomed with the highest standard of etiquette!"

There were whispers of ridicule from the circle of Death Eaters, Voldemort waved his hand, and the laughter stopped, "After that day, it was spread in the wizarding world that Voldemort has a natural nemesis, the strongest natural enemy, this person is not Dumbledore, not Phoenix The member of the society is this lovely friend in front of us, now, under the eyes of everyone, I will give you such a chance to defeat me personally."

With a slight finger of the wand, the rope on Harry's body was cut directly.

"Give him the wand." Voldemort commanded to Wormtail beside him with cruelty in his dark red pupils.

Handing the wand to Harry, Potter gritted his teeth slightly, gripped the wand tightly, and looked at Voldemort stubbornly.

"Looks don't kill opponents. Before a duel, we need to bow. Didn't the teachers at your school hand you over?" Voldemort said humorously.There was malicious laughter in the circle of Death Eaters.

"Very well," said Voldemort softly, raising his wand, "now you look at me like a man... with your head held high, as your father died..."

A smear of pure blue plasma fell from the sky, Voldemort sensed the danger, lightly waved his wand, and in the next second, a figure appeared on another piece of land.The blue electric light bombarded the cemetery, forming a bottomless pit.

"Another unexpected guest came from afar. Tonight is really very lively. Voldemort's birthday party naturally invites a large number of guests. Welcome, friends in the sky." Voldemort looked up lazily at the night sky.

In the dark night, five figures riding unicorns stagnated in mid-air. Harry looked carefully, and it turned out to be Yang Fan and five people.Apart from the joy, there are also some regrets. If Augustus came, I am afraid that tonight is absolutely safe. Although the five people in front of them are powerful, but compared with Voldemort, they do not know whether they can guarantee their whole body. And retreat.

"My lord, the Dark Lord, is well-known overseas. Although we are wizards from the East, we have heard of your reputation for a long time. Today, we came here just to bring Harry back. With your power and strength, naturally we will not I hope your Excellency can think about embarrassing a child." Yang Fan had a complimenting look on his face, and it was always a Chinese habit to give courtesy first and then fight.

"Oh? The wizards of the East." Voldemort's scarlet pupils shone with a dazzling light, "When did the wizards of the Eastern Kingdom join Dumbledore's side? Does what you are doing now represent your Eastern forces? Determination? What Dumbledore can give you, I can give more. You should consider whether it is worth fighting against Voldemort for a so-called golden boy."