A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Voldemort's gaze was like a cold blade, piercing the souls of the four Death Eaters sharply. They stood there tremblingly, feeling the anger contained in his gaze.

Thirteen years ago, he would have cast the Cruciatus Curse without hesitation, causing these four latecomers to experience real fear. But things are different now. The arrival of the four people made Voldemort realize that his reputation has become weak.

Now, he had to calm their restless hearts. Let them believe in their own strength and then offer their loyalty without reservation. He wanted to make the Death Eaters believe that his return would still make the entire magical world tremble in boundless fear.

He needs a bloody and cruel killing feast to declare his anger to the traitors; he needs to end Harry Potter's life with his own hands to make those losers feel despair; he needs to spread death and fear to every corner, so that The wizarding world is back in chaos and turmoil.

Voldemort waited quietly, secretly looking forward to the return of more Death Eaters, looking forward to them kneeling at his feet and swearing allegiance.

"Master...Master..." A Death Eater suddenly knelt on the ground, crawled in front of him, with tears streaming down his face, and kissed the hem of his clothes feverishly, expressing his deepest loyalty and fear.

Upon seeing this, the other three people hurriedly knelt down and imitated the behavior of the first Death Eater in the most humble manner. Their hearts are filled with fear of Voldemort, and they are eager to exchange their loyalty for their master's forgiveness.

Every movement they make, every tremble they make, is proof of their obedience and reverence to their master.

Voldemort gently raised his hand. Although this movement was slight, to the four Death Eaters, it was like a signal of salvation.

They stood up cautiously and stepped aside silently. The four of them were like exiled children, standing alone on the edge of the circle. Buck looked at the scene of three or two kittens and couldn't help but sigh deeply in his heart.

Voldemort's eyes swept across quickly, and his unfathomable eyes lingered on a handful of Death Eaters for a moment, trying to make the few hiding under the hood feel his authority.

His face was extremely calm, and he no longer expected anyone else to arrive. But his heart was turbulent, and he tried hard to suppress the anger deep in his heart and maintain his calm appearance.

"Welcome, my dear Death Eaters..." His voice deliberately remained calm, but the unnatural plural form still revealed his inner dissatisfaction and disappointment.

He tried to use a gentle tone to soothe the uneasy hearts of several people: "Thirteen years... Thirteen years have passed since our last gathering. Even though the magic world is full of rumors of my death, you still responded as if it was yesterday. You accepted my call. This proves that you are still loyal to the Dark Mark, doesn't it?"

He raised his twisted face, with his slit-like nostrils like a snake's nose, and gently sniffed the air, as if looking for some kind of scent. "I smell guilt and fear." His voice was like a snake, cold and poisonous.

"Have you become so cowardly and despicable, just like those dirty mudbloods, exuding a disgusting smell?"

The four Death Eaters trembled involuntarily under Voldemort's gaze. One of them could not bear the pressure of his eyes as if they were physical. His knees gave out and he fell heavily to the ground, tears bursting from his eyes.

"Master..." he cried loudly, his voice full of fear and despair. Like a lost child, longing for forgiveness.

"Forgive me, Master." His body was shaking uncontrollably, and his voice was full of panic. "The evil Ministry of Magic is closely monitoring each of us according to the trial list of that year."

"That evil witch minister found an old wizard from somewhere. He has the ability to erase the Dark Mark from our bodies." There was a hint of disbelief in his words, and he pointed at himself and said, "We I was lucky enough to hide and escape their inspection.”

"Great Master, if we don't obey her cool laws, we will be thrown into Azkaban..." His voice became smaller and smaller, as if even he himself did not believe that such an excuse could quell Voldemort's anger. anger.

"Really?" Voldemort sneered, raised his wand, and uttered the cruel spell: "Cruciato."

The crying Death Eater fell to the ground, twisting his body in pain and letting out heart-rending screams. Voldemort bent down and patted the man's head gently with an almost gentle force.

However, his words sounded so callous: "Why do you make me feel so disgusting?"

"Thirteen years have passed. My former subordinates are in good health and their magic power is as good as ever. But you are so afraid of the so-called Ministry of Magic that you even respect it more than I do." His voice was full of ridicule and disdain.

"When did you actually think that Azkaban and the Dementors are more terrifying than me? Where is your loyalty?" He asked while walking around the painfully struggling Death Eater, every step like a hammer. on their fragile hearts.

"I finally understand why you never help your master. Those oaths of eternal allegiance are as ridiculous as the decrees of the Ministry of Magic." Voldemort's words were like sharp blades, cutting through their thin disguises, leaving their souls in fear and confusion. Trembling in despair.

His eyes suddenly turned to Harry, and those eyes full of hatred seemed to penetrate Harry's soul and penetrate into the deepest memories in his brain.

"That curse! You must think I have completely failed, don't you? Do you think Harry Potter, whom you call the Boy-Who-Lived, has the ability to make me lose all my power? Don't you?" He said coldly. He asked back, with a hint of madness in his voice.

The whole person was almost talking to himself, not giving anyone else any chance to answer, and not leaving any room for excuses for his subordinates.

"So, when you lost news about me, you thought I was dead. You immediately returned to the enemy's camp, pretending that you were innocent and innocent." Voldemort let out a cold laugh, revealing that most of his followers The true face of the person.

"What an evil Voldemort, he used the Imperius Curse to make me do things for him." He imitated the defensive voices of those people, with a ruthless light in his eyes, "You think I am dead, and the Horcruxes I arranged are also You can’t bring me back to life.”

Voldemort let out a creepy sneer, but his tone remained eerily calm. "Especially after my diary was destroyed by the fire, many people thought that Dumbledore could completely destroy my hope of resurrection. Some people were even more eager than him and were more active than when he slaughtered Muggles."

Hearing Dumbledore's name, the other three Death Eaters couldn't help but exchange looks. This little trivial action simply drove Voldemort crazy.

His anger burned in his chest, and his eyes became more ferocious. He needed to make these few Death Eaters understand that their master was invincible! My own power is unmatched by Dumbledore!

"You have disappointed me! Stand up!" he ordered sternly, his voice full of unquestionable authority, "I will let you know that the protector of Mudbloods and Muggles: Albus Dumbledore, How fragile and weak that stupid old guy will be against me."

"Thirteen long years, I want you to repay the debt you owe me for these thirteen years!" His words were full of pride and arrogance, and he completely treated the Death Eaters as his slaves, "Then, I will Consider whether to forgive you."

"As for those who betray me, they will pay the heaviest price." Voldemort said these words almost word by word through his teeth, and every word was like a steel seal, hitting the hearts of the Death Eaters.

At this moment, he successfully awakened the fear deep in the Death Eaters' memories. They trembled before themselves, realizing once again the terror of their master.

After demonstrating his authority to his men, Voldemort then demonstrated his powerful magic and benevolent rewards.

"Wormtail has paid off some debts, right, Wormtail?" He looked down and saw Wormtail was still sobbing softly like a little girl who had her baby taken away.

Voldemort despised this despicable traitor from the bottom of his heart, but considering the current situation, he had to bring Wormtail back under his command.

"You came back to me not out of loyalty, but out of fear of your old friends." He sneered, ruthlessly revealing Wormtail's true face.

Voldemort believed that if Dumbledore could frighten the rat, the rat would betray him without hesitation.

"You deserve this pain, you know that, don't you?" he said softly.

"Yes, Master." Wormtail groaned and begged. He followed Voldemort's wishes and knelt down, begging for his forgiveness. "Please, Master... please..."

Voldemort admired his humble appearance, then changed the topic and began to show his kindness: "But you did help me obtain a physical body."

There was a strange tenderness in his voice: "Although you are a despicable traitor, you helped me... Voldemort will not treat anyone who has helped him badly."

He raised his wand again and waved it in the air, working his magic. Everyone's eyes were fixed on Voldemort's every move, and they wanted to know whether the Dark Lord, who had returned to the magical world, was still as powerful as before.

The wand passed through the air, leaving behind a silvery strip of light. At first, this strip of light had no shape, twisting and flowing like mercury. But gradually it began to condense and turned into a gleaming human hand, its light as bright as the moon, lighting up the entire cemetery.

Before Wormtail could express his gratitude, the silver hand flew down automatically and pressed gently on his incomplete right arm. At that moment, Wormtail's sobbing stopped immediately. He raised his head and looked at the silver hand with disbelief.

Perhaps the meanest wizard in the wizarding world. However, he also has his own survival wisdom.

When Voldemort was resurrected, no matter how much he begged, his master did not grant him a newbie. But now, he was so generous and kind, allowing him to receive this gift.

He understood Voldemort's intentions and knew how to take advantage of this opportunity. As a result, Wormtail immediately let out a heavy, harsh breathing sound, and his eyes shone with gratitude and tears.

He needs to express his loyalty to his master, and even more, he needs to show his master's power.

He tried to bend his fingers, then shakily picked up a branch from the ground. With just a gentle grip, the branch was crushed into pieces. The power of this silver hand is so powerful that every move it makes is full of power and precision.

"My Master!" Wormtail knelt down and praised in a voice that was almost like an aria, "Master, you are so beautiful... Thank you... Thank you..." His voice was full of gratitude. and reverence, as if expressing his devotion to a god.

He crawled over on his knees and kissed Voldemort's robe, an action full of humility and submission. The other Death Eaters witnessed this scene and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Their master was still as powerful and feared as he was thirteen years ago.

Voldemort was satisfied with Wormtail's performance. Although he had no trust in this despicable betrayer in his heart, he still showed his tolerance generously: "I hope your loyalty will not waver again, Wormtail."

"No, my master... never, you are my forever master." Wormtail stood up and joined the circle of Death Eaters. There were black tears on his face. He looked at the powerful silver hand repeatedly, as if he couldn't believe his good luck.

The circle of Death Eaters now went from four to five. It increased by 25% in an instant, which is really an amazing growth rate, amazing Voldemort. Congratulations, congratulations!

Voldemort felt that such a gift was not enough. He looked at the vacant positions in the circle, and he thought of those who had betrayed him, such as Lucius Malfoy, who betrayed his trust.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he had his own plans for these betrayers.

He whispered to the circle of Death Eaters: "Some people are afraid of Azkaban and Dementors, and they have abandoned the Dark Mark I gave them. However, there are still people who remain absolutely loyal to me, such as Belat Ricks and her husband Rodolphus Lestrange."

Despite this, Voldemort still had a thorn in his side. After Bella was captured again by the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore was suddenly unable to find his traces.

Such a coincidence made him doubt Bella's loyalty. There was a glimmer of suspicion in his eyes, and he would not tolerate any possible betrayal.

"Those imprisoned people will receive unexpected rewards after they break through Azkaban." He sneered, his eyes falling on Buck, "The Dementors will become our natural allies, and they will join us. , fight for our goals.”

"The expelled giants will return to their three islands, and they will use their powerful power to destroy Muggle cities." There was a kind of fanatical passion in his voice, as if he had foreseen that scene.

"Werewolves will be with us too, and they need chaos to take back everything they've lost from the Ministry of Magic and the Muggles," he continued, painting a picture of a new world order that he would rule.

"There are also American dark wizards, poachers, goblins..." Voldemort finally had a smile on his face, and his eyes roamed every available spot.

He imagined the new members who would fill these positions, and his power would once again spread throughout the wizarding world. No one can challenge his majesty, and the whole world will crawl under him!

Voldemort's memory is like a sophisticated ledger, and he clearly remembers every Death Eater who served him. Who died for him in battle, who ran away out of fear, who abandoned the Dark Mark he gave him, and who still perform secret missions for him around the world...

"I guarantee that the betrayer will die under the most painful curse!" His words were like a knife scraping across the earth.

Then, he looked at another vacant seat, where his most proud subordinate should be standing: Severus Snape.

He was very satisfied with the spy placed next to Dumbledore, and was even willing to be kind enough to forgive some of his rude requests. For example, forgive the woman named Lily.

Unfortunately, Severus misjudged the other party. Voldemort also paid a heavy price for his carelessness.

Fortunately, the woman was dead, and if Snape was still obsessed with her, Voldemort thought he could provide him with a replacement. For this loyal subordinate, Severus deserved a gift that he could not refuse.

"Moreover, someone must be arranged beside Snape. It's good for him, and it's good for me." Voldemort thought to himself, he could not allow any more mistakes.

He turned to stare at the Muggle woman at Harry's feet. With just a little magical modification, Harry's aunt would become the woman he hated. Voldemort couldn't help but praise his genius idea.

Then, his eyes fell on Cedric, who was stunned at the side. The ranks of Death Eaters really need to attract more young, fresh blood. Moreover, he has proven his loyalty.

"Digory," he called softly, and Cedric was awakened by the chill. He looked at the mysterious man nervously and was at a loss for a moment.

"Although you were brought here by accident, I said that Voldemort would not treat anyone who helped him badly." There was a hint of temptation in his tone, signaling Cedric to reveal what he longed for most.

"I..." Cedric looked down at his blood-red palms, then looked at the other four Death Eaters.

Although there were no Death Eaters in the Digory family during the last war. However, he knew that among these people there must be some heads of pure-blood families, and he might even have seen them.

He glanced at Harry and the Muggle he had killed, and realized that he had no way out. Finally, Cedric said hesitantly: "I...I want a witch."

Voldemort's snake face was a little twisted, and he cursed helplessly: "Why is it that a witch always feels like she has heard such a request?"

Despite this, he decided to agree to the offer. So, he said softly: "Cedric, for a wizard, power can give you everything."

"I agree to your request. Now, offer me your loyalty."

Cedric took a deep breath and immediately knelt down in front of Voldemort. Voldemort looked at him and mapped an oath into Cedric's mind.

He held Harry's wand and pointed at his heart and swore: "I will always be loyal to Lord Voldemort and regard him as my master. His will is the direction I move forward, and I will give everything I have unconditionally and without reservation." .

I will carry out his every command without hesitation, crushing his enemies underfoot and etching his name into the fear of Mudbloods and Muggles alike!

The only reason I exist is for Lord Voldemort. He is light, he is electricity, he is the only myth. I am willing to burn my life just for the eternal rule of Lord Voldemort! "

Voldemort nodded with satisfaction and motioned for Cedric to roll up his sleeves. Under his wand, an evil, bright red Dark Mark appeared on Cedric's forearm, marking his official becoming a Death Eater.