The Mightiest Badger at Hogwarts

The number of these people was not large. Even at the end, Link only saw 6 figures.

However, the robes and hoods worn by these people are very gorgeous and close-fitting. They are designed by famous designers and are custom-made. Not everyone can afford them.

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

After a long walk, they all fell to their knees, crawled to Voldemort and formed a circle, kissing the hem of Voldemort's robe.

"Master...Master..."

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

"Welcome, Death Eaters." Voldemort said calmly, "Thirteen years... It has been 13 years since we last met. But you still responded to my call as usual... This means that we are still united. Under the Dark Mark! Right?"

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

"I smell guilt," Voldemort suddenly said in a higher pitched voice, "There is a stench called guilt in the air!"

As soon as he said this, the Death Eaters kneeling around him trembled even more.

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

"When I see now that each of you is as healthy and as magical as ever - I ask myself why these Death Eaters haven't come to the aid of their master, the one to whom they have sworn eternal allegiance. ?”

No one spoke at all on the field, only Peter Pettigrew held his bleeding arm and cried non-stop.

However, Voldemort didn't seem to expect to hear their answers. He just paused and continued:

"I answered myself - they must have thought that I was dead, that I was completely finished. They knelt down in front of my enemies, crying and saying that they were innocent, being used, and having their souls seduced. Cursed..."

"I asked myself again, why don't they believe that I can make a comeback? They clearly know that I have made arrangements to prevent death, and I have proven to them countless times a long time ago that my power is far beyond this Anyone in the world!"

"The answer to this question is very simple, right?" Voldemort suddenly laughed, "Maybe they have never believed me. They think there is a more powerful force in this world that can defeat Voldemort! Maybe they are already loyal to The other person...maybe is the senile old man, the protector of Muggles and Mudbloods - Dumbledore!"

As soon as Dumbledore's name came out, the Death Eaters at Voldemort's feet suddenly became commotion. They all shook their heads and explained in low voices, but Voldemort ignored them at all.

"This disappoints me... I admit that I feel extremely disappointed, especially," Voldemort said gruffly, "especially when I issued the summons ten days ago and you did not come to assemble!"

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

In fact, the effect was indeed the same, because as soon as Voldemort finished speaking, a thick red thunder and lightning flashed out of the dark clouds in the sky.

Under such terrifying high pressure, one Death Eater finally couldn't stand it anymore.

He threw himself to the ground and hugged Voldemort's calf, screaming:

"Master! Forgive my master! Forgive us!"

Voldemort sneered on his face and raised his wand.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

The screams turned into hysterical wails.

The Death Eater no longer cared about begging for mercy. He began to roll and struggle crazily. The gorgeous robe was torn to pieces by him, and the muscles exposed from it were constantly squirming and pulling out. His whole body was suffering from this extreme pain. Completely tortured and collapsed, he even started to hit the hard ground that had been semi-crystallized by the flames with his head again and again. Even if his face was bleeding, he would not stop, as if he wanted to knock himself alive. die!

Fortunately, Voldemort didn't seem to have any intention of taking his life, and quickly withdrew his wand.

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

This move made most of the Death Eaters around him breathe a sigh of relief, because it at least meant that Voldemort didn't want to kill them yet.

But there is one exception.

Link, who was watching from a distance, had already discovered that there was an alien hidden in the circle of Death Eaters.

When that man first saw Voldemort, he didn't have any of the nervousness or fear of others and seemed extremely relaxed.

He was even more excited and shaking when Voldemort tortured the poor man.

But when Voldemort retracted his wand now, he acted very angry. He even stood up immediately, lifted his hood, revealing the weak, pale but crazy face inside and roared:

"Master! You can't let him go so easily! They don't deserve it! They should be buried alive in the mud pit!"

As soon as these words came out, the Death Eaters around him were stunned for a moment.

What was even more surprising was that Voldemort was not angry at this sudden interruption. Instead, he reached out and gently grabbed the man's shoulders that were shaking with anger and said:

"Write calmly, Buddy, of course I will not forgive them! I will not forget it, 13 long years! I want them to pay off the debt of these 13 years, and then I will consider forgiveness!"

Link's pupils dilated slightly. He already knew the identity of the Death Eater - Barty Crouch Jr.!

Voldemort's expression became gentle again. He patted little Barty gently, as if comforting his crying child and said:

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

As Voldemort spoke, he lifted up Barty's sleeves and stabbed his wand hard on the exposed Mark of the Dark.

Black-red magic power began to flicker on the tip of the staff, and gradually covered the entire black devil mark, making the pattern look particularly weird in the darkness.

What's even more strange is that little Barty's originally pale face suddenly became rosy and healthy, and the aura all over his body became stronger.

"I feel like I have become stronger!" Little Barty burst into tears with excitement, and could hardly speak clearly, "Thank you! Thank you, master! Uh-huh!"

"You're welcome, you deserve it, kid!" Voldemort said, drawing back his wand, "And Peter, of course."

"Yes, Master," Pettigrew, who was almost dying from blood loss after hearing Voldemort's call, said reluctantly, "Please, Master, please..."

"You helped me gain a physical body," Voldemort said coldly with a hint of disgust on his face, "Although you are a despicable traitor, the reason why you helped me was not out of loyalty, but because you were afraid of your old friends. But he helped me after all... Voldemort will not treat anyone who has helped him badly..."

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

The band of light kept rising and twisting in the air, and finally turned into a gleaming human hand, which automatically settled on Peter Pettigrew's bleeding wrist.

Pettigrew's annoying sobs finally stopped.

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

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

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

"I hope your loyalty will not waver again, Peter."

"No, my master... never."

Peter Pettigrew crawled over on his knees and kissed Voldemort's robes like the others.

Then he stood up and knelt to the side like the others, with tears still hanging on his face. He seemed to be seriously waiting for Voldemort's next words, but in fact he was looking at his new hand over and over again.

Voldemort didn't care at all and turned around to continue speaking.

But at this moment, a slender figure climbed up from the pit in the distance with great difficulty, and stumbled all the way to Voldemort. As he ran, he shouted:

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

Voldemort's expression instantly turned cold when he saw this.

Because the person coming was none other than Karkaroff.

It can be said that Voldemort doesn't have a good impression of this guy at all.

Even if we don't mention the previous incident of pretending to be dead in battle and trying to survive, Karkaroff's return does not have any loyalty attributes. His situation is even worse than that of Peter Pettigrew. He surrendered purely after Voldemort came to him and had no other choice. of.

Of course, the most important thing is that Karkaroff could be said to be the happiest person who sold Voldemort. In order to survive, he not only said countless bad things about Voldemort, but also killed those loyal Death Eaters who could have been lurking and waiting for the opportunity. Sent to Azkaban.

It was good that Voldemort didn't beat him to death when facing such a piece of trash, but he didn't expect that now that he saw little Barty and Pettigrew getting benefits, he would actually have the nerve to jump out and ask for reward.

However, Voldemort must also admit that Karkaroff's timing of jumping out was very good.

You must know that he just said that anyone who helped him will benefit. If he punishes Karkaroff now, wouldn't he be slapping himself in the face?

For a moment Voldemort looked uglier than if he had eaten a fly.

Then the person who helped him solve his dilemma appeared.

I saw that little Barty didn't know whether it was because he sensed Voldemort's mood, or simply because his father used the Imperius Curse to damage his brain. He couldn't stand Karkaroff, and he actually pounced on Karkaroff.

"You damn traitor, how dare you jump up?"

Barty Jr. roared and pulled out his wand.

"Avada Kedavra!"

boom!

A green light swayed with a long tail and hit Karkaroff's chest directly. The overflowing light illuminated his disbelieving expression, and then blew him away!

Karkaroff suddenly lost his voice.

But little Barty was not satisfied yet. He roared and rushed forward and started biting Karkaroff's cheek.

Seeing this scene, all the Death Eaters present felt chills in their hearts, but Voldemort was smiling and feeling happy.

He waited until Karkaroff's body was almost disfigured before he finally stopped drinking Barty Jr. and lectured him with a straight face:

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

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

Little Barty knelt down and spoke with great respect.

Voldemort obviously didn't really mean to punish little Barty. He raised it high and put it down gently, acting lightly.

The Death Eaters trembled at their pretentious look, especially when Voldemort just spoke, he gave them a vague look, as if to warn them.

But what can they do?

All I can do is press my head lower.

As if he smelled their fear, Voldemort strode up to them with a smile on his face, grabbed one of the Death Eaters and said:

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

"No, Master! No!" the man named McNeil defended, "That reaction was too weak, I thought it was someone else's fake one! This time the signal is normal and I'm here! I'm still loyal to Yours, I am as loyal to you as Barty Crouch Jr. - Ah!!"

McNeil's defensive cries quickly turned into screams.

Because Barty Jr. directly used a heart-breaking wrist shot on him!

"No! Call me by my last name! Don't! Compare me to you, a stinky ass!"

Little Barty said through gritted teeth. After a long time, he raised his wand and ended the torture.

During this whole process, Voldemort said nothing.

It was not until McNeil gradually regained his breath that Voldemort said contemptuously:

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

Before McNeil could answer, Voldemort continued, "Because you are lying to me! You clearly know that I am the only one in the world who can give you orders through the Dark Mark! But you are still telling me that the signal is too weak?"

There was a hint of defeat in McNeil's eyes, and he probably felt that he was going to die today.

But just as he was preparing to face death, Voldemort changed the topic again:

"Yes, I know that, McNeil...you really disappointed me. But I believe you won't let me down even more in the future, right?"

McNeil's eyes widened in disbelief as soon as he said this. He struggled to get up, but couldn't. He wanted to speak, but because he was too excited, he turned into garbled words like "Abba".

Voldemort had no time to talk to him anymore and continued to walk towards the next Death Eater.

"Nott..."

"Goyle? Crabbe? You..."

"Get up, Avery..."

……

Voldemort began to speak by name one by one. His words were not profound, just a combination of kindness and power.

But despite his desperate strength, everyone who was lectured was extremely moved, so much so that tears streamed down their faces.

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