Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

The man who fell on the ground and groaned hurriedly got up, still protecting his stumped arm.

He hurriedly snatched the bundled black robe from the floor, stood up, and threw one hand over his master's head.

The thin man stepped out of the cauldron and put on his clothes, his red eyes fixed on Harry.

Harry saw the face that had often appeared in his nightmares for three years, paler than a skeleton, with two big red eyes, a nose as flat as a snake's, with two thin slits for nostrils...

Voldemort is back! ! !

Voldemort looked away from Harry, without even looking at Ivan beside him, and began to check his body instead.

His hands were like big pale spiders, his slender and pale fingers stroked his body, inch by inch...

Thighs, chest, arms, face, his movements are slow, delicate and gentle.

The red eyes were even brighter in the dark, and the pupils were two slits, like the eyes of a cat.

After slowly touching his entire face, he raised his hands and moved his fingers with an expression of ecstasy.

Voldemort was immersed in the joy of his new body. After many years, he finally got his wish and returned to the wizarding world. He ignored the man who fell to the ground bleeding and convulsed, and ignored Ivan, Harry and the big snake.

It didn't know when it swam back again, hissing around Ivan and Harry.

The atmosphere was weird and quiet, and the time seemed to be extremely long.

Ivan knew it was time to leave, the purpose of this trip had been achieved, there was no need for Voldemort to kill Harry here.

There were a lot of things that weren't ready, and he had no interest in staying for the Voldemort resurrection party.

The Portkey Keresis gave him was in his arms, and he had already activated it when he first arrived.

There is still a period of time before they can leave here.

If something unexpected happens during this period, you can use what Dumbledore gave you...

Finally, Voldemort inspected his new body and seemed satisfied.

He thrust his prodigiously long fingers into a deep pocket and drew a wand.

He stroked his wand lightly as well, then raised it high and let out a grim, sharp sneer.

"I'm back!" he said softly, "How many people still remember me!"

Voldemort shook his wand, the Dark Mark suddenly appeared in the air, and a snake was spitting out of the green skull mouth.

It loomed in midair, became more visible, rose higher and higher, and Voldemort studied it carefully.

"They'll all notice it, now, we'll see, we'll know..." Voldemort had a look of cruel triumph on his face.

He straightened up, raised his head, and scanned the desolate open space.

"How many would have the guts to come back after feeling it?" he murmured, "and how many would be foolish not to?"

He began to pace back and forth in front of Ivan and Harry, scanning the open space from time to time.

As for the man lying on the ground moaning, he didn't even look at him, as if he was a useless trash.

The man stopped his bleeding with a special method, but he was still very weak and in a near-death state.

The vampire, who had taken refuge in Voldemort, didn't seem to expect his new master to be so ruthless, and he begged feebly.

Ivan watched all this coldly, counted the time, and held Harry tightly with one hand.

Suddenly, Voldemort pointed his wand at the mess on the ground, and they flew high and landed in front of Ivan and Harry.

It was his father's ashes, one of the necessities of his resurrection, now completely useless.

Voldemort's eyes fell on Harry again, and the snake's face contorted into a cruel smile.

"Harry Potter, we meet again!"

He hissed softly, "These bones, he used to belong to my father, who was a Muggle and a schmuck, like your own mother. But they all had a use, didn't they? When you were little, you Mom died protecting you, and I killed my father. You see how useful he was when he died..."

Voldemort laughed again, and as he paced up and down, scanning his surroundings, the snake was still wandering about in the grass.

"My mother was a wizard, she fell in love with him, fell in love with that Muggle, but when she revealed who she was, he abandoned her, and my father didn't like magic!" said Voldemort softly, "Like all fools Like a Muggle, he left her and went back to his Muggle parents before I was born."

Chapter 700 Voldemort's Hatred

Voldemort's cold voice echoed in the open space, Ivan and Harry listened silently, their bodies tensed.

The scar on Harry's head kept hurting, as if it was going to tear him apart, he gritted his teeth and held Ivan behind him.

He thought Ivan was Gabriel, and he was involved in this trouble because of himself.

Harry made up his mind that he must bring Gabriel back alive, no matter what happened...

Voldemort continued to pace up and down, seemingly in a good mood, recalling his past.

"Father abandoned us. My mother died in childbirth when I was born. I grew up in a Muggle orphanage, so I swore to find him." A man with the same name as him, Tom Riddle..."

Speaking of this name, there was an unconcealable chill and disgust in his tone.

"It is a name that disgraces me, it belongs to the man!" said Voldemort, his voice softer, and the cruel smile on his face more obvious, "but it will end, and this shame will be with my father Left me, ruined by my own hands. Haha, Harry Potter, you are honored, listen to me, listen to me reminisce about family history... Ah, I am a little sentimental, but look, Harry! I really family is back!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the air was suddenly filled with the puffing of the cloak.

In the weeds, behind dead trees, in every shady place wizards apparated.

They all wore hoods and covered their faces.

They walked over one by one, walking slowly and cautiously, as if they couldn't believe their eyes.

Voldemort stood there waiting in silence, his snake's face contorted into a cruel smile.

With a plop, a Death Eater fell to his knees, crawled up to Voldemort, and kissed the hem of his black robe.

"Master...Master..." he whispered.

The same goes for the Death Eaters behind him, each crawling up to Voldemort on their knees and kissing his robes.

Then, silently retreated to the side, stood up, and gradually formed a circle, surrounding Voldemort, Ivan, Harry, and the man paralyzed on the ground panting and moaning.

There are still some gaps in the circle, as if waiting for others to join.

However, Voldemort didn't seem to expect anyone to come any more. He looked around at the hooded faces. Although there was no wind, there seemed to be a slight rustling in the circle, as if the circle trembled.

"Welcome, Death Eaters!" said Voldemort calmly. "Thirteen years, it has been thirteen years since we last met. But you still answer my call like yesterday, that is to say, we are still united in the Dark Mark under, is it?"

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

"What does it smell like? 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.

"I see you all in good health and magic as before, arriving so quickly! I used to keep asking myself why this gang of powerful wizards has not come to help their master, the one they swore to serve forever ?!"

No one spoke, no one dared to move.

"Then, I answer myself!" whispered Voldemort, pacing slowly around the inside of the circle, "they must have believed me, thought I was finished. They slipped back among my enemies and said they were innocent." Yes, I didn’t know it, I was enchanted…”

"I asked myself again, but why do they believe that I will not make a comeback? Don't they know that I have taken measures to prevent death a long time ago? Didn't they witness me countless times when I was stronger than any wizard? Do you want to prove that your magic power is boundless?" His voice was very drawn out, and it looked extraordinarily gloomy.

"Again, I answered myself, perhaps they believed there was a greater power capable of defeating Voldemort! Perhaps they had now pledged their allegiance to someone else, perhaps the leader of the Lower Ribas, the protector of the Mudbloods and Muggles, Albus Dun No Bully?!"

Hearing Dumbledore's name, the members of the circle became agitated, some muttered and shook their heads.

Voldemort ignored it, his expression becoming more and more bleak.

"It's a pity I admit I'm disappointed, disappointed in you..."

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!"

The death eater who fell to the ground writhed and screamed in pain, the sound came from the soul.

Voldemort is more powerful than any dark wizard, and his evil thoughts make the Cruciatus Curse extremely cruel and unbearable.

Ivan clenched his wand tightly, why the damn Portkey was not in time yet.

After more than ten minutes, Voldemort finally raised his wand.

The executed Death Eater lay flat on the ground, panting heavily.

"Get up, Avery!" whispered Voldemort, "Get up, you beg me to forgive?! I tell you, I will not forgive. I will not forget, 13 long years... I want you to pay back 13 years debts, and then you will be forgiven.”

Voldemort looked around at the Death Eaters, as if looking for his next target.

"I think you must be wondering how I got back." He said softly, "I did get help from a few vampires. Although they were not obedient, they still helped me. Voldemort will not treat you badly. His people..."

He raised his wand again and waved it in the air, and the tip of the wand drew a band of light like molten silver, shapeless at first, then twisted into a gleaming human hand, as bright as moonlight .

It flew down by itself and settled itself on the man's bleeding wrist.

It fit seamlessly on his arm, as if he were wearing a dazzling glove.

The man tried to bend his shining fingers, and tremblingly picked up a twig from the ground, crushing it into powder.

"My lord!" he whispered, "thank you, gracious lord!"

He crawled over on his knees and kissed Voldemort's robes.

"Those who serve Voldemort will be rewarded in the end. You deserve it, Durand!" Voldemort said, "You are welcome to become a member of the Death Eaters. According to the agreement, I will help you get back what should belong to you."

Seeing the vampire tremblingly joining the circle, Ivan took note of his appearance.

He performed the spell for Voldemort instead of Pettigrew Peter, and got the cursed arm.

It has to be said that his performance is much better than that of Peter.

Chapter 701 Death Eaters

What made Ivan curious was what agreement Voldemort had with the other party.

Keresis never showed up again after he disappeared with Cedric. This is very abnormal. Could it be related to this incident? !

The attitude of vampires is very important, and the Slytherin family hides many secrets that have been passed down for thousands of years.

The clues of the evil god, Salazar Slytherin's wand, and the key to the secret treasure left by him, etc...

Keresis had an agreement with Voldemort, and now that he has returned from the resurrection, it should be time to fulfill the agreement!

But no matter how you look at it, Voldemort doesn't seem to keep his promise.

Voldemort continued on, stopping in front of a man.

"Lucius, my cunning friend!" he whispered, "I have heard that you have not given up on your past deeds, and that although you put on a sanctimonious face before the world, I believe you are still willing to take the lead in torturing Ma melon?"

"Yes, my dear master..." Lucius Malfoy's voice came quickly from under the hood.

"You have always been good at having fun. But you never went looking for me, Lucius. Wouldn't it be better if you spent your energy on finding and helping your master?" Voldemort said softly asked.

"Master, I have been very careful!" Lucius replied with a trembling voice, "As long as there is any signal from you, as long as there are any rumors about your whereabouts, I will rush to you immediately, and nothing can stop you." I……"

"No, you didn't! At the Quidditch World Cup last summer, when a loyal Death Eater launched my mark into the air, you escaped!" said Voldemort lazily. "I know how." It's just in that box, you probably didn't expect that I was watching you from the dark, looking forward to your performance, you really disappointed me!"

Lucius shut his mouth immediately, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Ivan knew that the Malfoy family was going to be in trouble, and Voldemort would not let them go.

Of course, he wouldn't kill Lucius Malfoy right away, sometimes it was more cruel to cut flesh with a blunt knife.

Watching the other party go to despair step by step, watching contentedly from the sidelines, feeling the joy of destruction.

"Lucius, I hope you will serve me more faithfully in the future..."

"Of course, of course, my master!" Lucius said immediately, "Please rest assured, you are magnanimous, thank you..."

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

"The Leicesters should stand here!" said Voldemort softly, "but they are imprisoned in Azkaban. They are loyal. They would rather enter Azkaban than abandon me. When Azkaban When breached, the Leicesters will be rewarded more than they could have dreamed of."

"The dementors will join us. They are our natural allies. We will recall the banished vampires, werewolves and giants. I will find all my loyal servants and regain a group of dark creatures that everyone fears..." His voice gradually increased, "Then, I will gain even more powerful power, which is beyond the imagination of the world. That power will soon belong to me. I will lead you to conquer the whole world and practice our philosophy!"

Conquering death before conquering the world is a cheesy dream.

Can't Aiwen see the use of conquering this world, can ruling torture more people?

But the fact that Voldemort said that he would gain more powerful power worried him, and that might be the power of the evil god!