HP Magic Biography

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No one spoke. Cedric hadn't come back since Trevor took him away.

In fact, it was also negotiated to let Trevor leave early, and the rest would cause trouble for Fan Lin. Although Trevor didn't understand what method Fan Lin would use to deal with Voldemort, he still agreed to the plan.

Originally, Fan Lin could have taken Harry away now, but Dumbledore's task was to find as many loyal Death Eaters as possible, which was very important to them.

Fox, be patient. Fan Lin comforted Fox as much as possible, but Voldemort's breath made Fox uneasy.

Voldemort walked back and forth in the open space...

Potter, did you see that house on the hill? My dad used to live there. My mom was a witch who lived in the village. She fell in love with him, but when my mom told my dad her real He abandoned her, he didn't like magic, my father...

Potter, my father left my mother for his Muggle parents before I was born. My mother died giving birth to me, leaving me in a Muggle orphanage. But I swear I'll find him, I'll get my revenge on him, on that fool named 'Tom Riddle'.

He was still pacing, his red eyes looking from grave to grave. Listen, listen to me relive my family's past... he said quietly. Hey, I'm getting so sentimental... Harry, look, my real family is coming home...

Suddenly the cloak swished. Among the graves, behind the yew trees, in every shadow, a group of Death Eaters appeared.

They were all hooded and masked, and one by one they came forward, slowly and carefully, as if they could not believe their own eyes.

Voldemort stood still, waiting for them, when one of the Death Eaters ran down, crawled up to Voldemort's and kissed the hem of his black robe.

Master...Master...

One of them murmured. The Death Eaters who followed him did likewise, each kneeling and crawling towards Voldemort, kissing his robes before stepping back and standing up, forming a silent circle.

The circle surrounded Tom Riddle's grave, Harry, Voldemort, and Barty Crouch Jr. who stood quietly aside, yet they left a gap in the circle, as if they were waiting for more people.

Fan Lin watched patiently, but the wand was already in his hand, he never expected that there would be so many Death Eaters...

But Voldemort didn't seem to want to wait, looking around at the hooded faces. 【】Although there is no wind, there seems to be a rustling sound in the circle, as if it is trembling.

Welcome, my friends, said Voldemort quietly. It was thirteen years ago that we last met, and yet you answered my summons as if it were yesterday... and now we are in the black Marked for a reunion, eh?

He had the horrible face again, frozen, his slit nostrils dilated.

I smell sin, said he. There's sin in the air.

The circle quivered again. Although everyone among them longed, no one dared to walk back from him.

I saw you all, whole and cool, your powers intact, and your appearance so swift. I asked myself, why did these wizards who swore their allegiance never help their masters?

I answered myself, whispered Voldemort. They must have thought I was broken, that I had disappeared. They slipped back among my enemies, pretending they were innocent, out of ignorance, through magic...

Then I asked myself, how could they believe that I would never rise again? They knew long ago how I would act to prevent my inevitable death, and in the days when I was stronger than any wizard alive, they You have witnessed my incomparable strength!

Then I answered myself,

Maybe they do have a greater power, a power that can even destroy Lord Voldemort of the Dark Lord..., they may have pledged their allegiance to someone else... maybe that champion of ordinary people, that Madboud man, Ma Melon and Albus Dumbledore?

At the mention of Dumbledore's name, there was a commotion in the circle, some shook their heads and whispered.

Voldemort ignored them. It's such a disappointment for me... I admit I'm disappointed...

One of them suddenly jumped out of the circle. Trembling all over, he suddenly fell at Voldemort's feet.

Master, he screamed, Master, please forgive me, please forgive us. Voldemort began to laugh.

He raised a short staff: (Cruciatus)!

The Death Eater on the ground rolled and cried out in a high-pitched voice.

Harry was sure the sound would carry to nearby houses...Come on the police, he thought desperately...anyone, anything...Voldemort raised his staff. The tortured Death Eater lay flat on the ground, panting.

Avery, get up! whispered Voldemort. Stand up, and you beg forgiveness? I won't forgive. I won't forget. Thirteen long years, . . . Before, I wanted compensation for these thirteen years.

Thirteen years... Voldemort heaved a long sigh, and he kept repeating the words in his mouth. The sound was like a spell for death, aimed at the Death Eaters.

All the Death Eaters didn't dare to move. Fan Lin could vaguely recognize some, for example, the guy with the cane.

Lucius Malfoy, my cunning friend, he whispered, stopping in front of him. I heard you haven't given up on your old ways, even though you look respectable in front of the world. You're still going to be the leader in this troubled place of Muggles, aren't you? Krushy Ertes, but you never tried Find me... your story of being conceived in the Quidditch world is interesting, dare I say... but wouldn't it be better if you put your energy into finding and helping your Master?

My lord, I am indeed always on the lookout, Malfoy's voice quickly came from under the veil, if there is any trace of you, if there is even the slightest whisper of your whereabouts, I will come to you immediately , nothing can stop me—”

But when a faithful corpse-eater sent my mark into the sky last summer, you escaped, Voldemort said slowly, and Malfoy stopped short.

Yes, Malfoy, I know all about it, you have let me down, and I hope to serve you more faithfully in the future.

Of course, my master, of course..., you are too kind, thank you...

Voldemort walked on, then stopped again, looking at the empty space next to Malfoy. This seat is big enough for two people. Lance Lance should have stood here, said Voldemort quietly, but they were buried in Azkaban, and they were faithful. Instead of declaring that they had abandoned me, they went to Azkaban. When Azkaban is torn apart, come Stro. Lance will get honors they couldn't even dream of. Demented will join in, they're our natural allies... We'll call back the exiled giants... I will bring back all the servants who have dedicated themselves to me... He continued on.

Maconiel... I was told that you were destroyed by the Ministry of Magic, a dangerous beast? Soon you will have a better victim than that, and the Duke Voldemort will provide... Thank you, Master... Thank you? Maknell murmured.

Here, said Voldemort, approaching the two largest hooded men, it's Carat... You'll do better this time, won't you, Carat? And you, Goyle?

They bowed awkwardly and murmured vaguely, Yes, master...

We will, master...

You too, Nott, said Voldemort quietly, as he passed a man stooping behind Goyle's shadow.

My lord, before you, I bow down to pay homage, I am your most faithful—

That will do, said Voldemort. He stepped up to the largest gap and looked out with his hollow, red eyes, as if he could see someone standing there.

One of us is missing here...Three died in my service. One was too timid to come back...he will pay for it. One, I believe, has left me for good. Of course he will Killed. Another is my most loyal servant, who has rejoined my service. The ghoul-eaters went into a commotion. Harry saw that they were looking at each other through the side of the mask.

The faithful servant is here now, and it was through his efforts that our young friend came tonight, Barty Crouch... the second...

There was a great uproar among the crowd. Barty Crouch II should have died in Azkaban, but now...

Barty Crouch Jr. took a step forward, then bowed respectfully beside Voldemort, Heed your call, my master...

You will get more, my friend. Voldemort said hoarsely, When Azkaban is opened, I will grant your wish...

My omnipotent master...

Okay, my friend, back to your place, now we have a special visitor to deal with.

Yes, said Voldemort. He grinned, curling his lipless mouth. At this time, everyone's eyes were looking in Harry's direction. Harry Potter kindly joined my rebirth party, you may even call him my guest of honor.

There was silence.

Then the Death Eater to Clara's right stepped up, and Malfoy's voice came from behind the mask.

Master, we are eager to know...we ask you to tell us...how you created this...this miracle...how did you find a way to return to us.

Oh, what a story it is, Malfoy, said Voldemort, it begins and ends with my young friend. He walked slowly towards Harry, and stood beside him.

All eyes were on the two of them. The snake continued to coil.

Of course, you know, I was ruined by this boy, said Voldemort softly. His red eyes looked at Harry, making his scar ache sharply.

Harry almost screamed in pain. You all know I wanted to kill him the night I lost my strength and my body. His mother died trying to save him—inadvertently offering him a protection I confess I hadn't anticipated. I touch Not this child.

Voldemort raised a long, white finger to Harry's cheek, His mother left him the mark of her sacrifice... It's an ancient magic, I should have remembered. I was so stupid Ignored it...but that's okay, I can reach him now.

Harry felt the cold fingertips touching him and thought: My head is going to burst with pain.

Voldemort sighed softly in his ear, moved his finger away, and then continued to say to the corpse eaters: Friends, I admit that I miscalculated. My curse is due to the sacrifice of that stupid woman. And turned, and bounced back at me. Ah, more pain, my friends, I was caught off guard. My body was torn apart, and I was no match for a ghost, the lowest of ghosts... However, I'm still alive. I don't even know what I am....I, have gone farther than anyone else on the road to immortality. You know my goal is to defeat death. Now, I am facing the test , one or two of my experiments worked...because I was cursed to be killed, but I didn't. Anyway, I was as weak as the weakest creature alive, and couldn't help myself...because I didn't body, and any spell that might help me requires a wand.

I remember only forcing myself to exist sleeplessly, endlessly, time after time... I landed in a faraway place, in a forest, and waited... Surely one of my faithful ghouls would help me Yes... one of them will come and cast a spell that I can't use and restore me to my body...but I wait in vain...

Upon hearing these words, the group of Death Eaters shuddered again. Voldemort let the silence hover horribly, and then spoke again, I have accumulated a power, which is to occupy other people's bodies. But I dare not go to crowded places, because I know that the Aurors are still looking for it abroad. I. Sometimes I take animals as my dwelling - of course I'm partial to snakes - but in them I'm just better than pure wandering spirits, because their bodies aren't fit for magic... and my occupation shortens their Lifespan. No one lives long....

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