Harry Potter and the Old Ones

Voldemort looked away from Harry and began to examine his body. His hands were like big pale spiders, slender pale fingers touching his chest, arms, and face.

The red eyes looked brighter in the darkness, and the pupils were two slits, like a cat's eyes.

He raised his hands and moved his fingers with an ecstatic expression, paying no attention to Wormtail who was lying on the ground bleeding and twitching, nor to the big snake.

It swam back again at some point, hissing and circling around Harry.

Voldemort thrust his impossibly long fingers into a deep pocket and pulled out a wand.

He stroked the wand gently, then raised the wand and pointed it at Wormtail, picked him up from the ground, and threw him onto the tombstone where Harry was tied. Wormtail fell down next to the tombstone and collapsed there crying.

Voldemort turned his bright red eyes to Harry and let out a cold, sharp smile.

The robe covering Wormtail's severed arm was soaked with blood.

"Master..." Wormtail choked, "Master... you promised... you promised..."

"Extend your arms," ​​Voldemort said lazily.

"Oh, Master...Thank you, Master..."

He stretched out his bloody severed arm, but Voldemort sneered again, "Not this one, Wormtail."

"Master, please...please..."

Voldemort bent down, took Wormtail's left arm, and pushed his sleeve up to his elbow. Harry saw something on the skin, which seemed to be a bright red tattoo - a skull spitting out a snake from its mouth, which was the graphic that appeared in the Quidditch World Cup: the Dark Mark. Voldemort studied it carefully, ignoring Wormtail's uncontrollable sobs.

"It's back," he said softly, "They'll all notice it... now, we'll see... we'll know..."

He pressed his long, pale index finger to Wormtail's arm.

The pain on Harry's forehead flared up again, and Wormtail let out another wail. Voldemort took his finger away from Wormtail's mark, and Harry saw that the mark turned pitch black.

Voldemort had a cruel look of triumph on his face.

He straightened up, raised his head, and scanned the dark cemetery.

"How many people would have the guts to come back after feeling it?" he murmured, staring at the stars with his glowing red eyes. "And how many would be foolish enough not to come?"

He began to pace back and forth in front of Harry and Wormtail, glancing at the graveyard from time to time. About a minute later, his eyes fell on Harry again, and the snake's face twisted into a cruel smile.

"Harry Potter, you are standing over the bones of my father," he hissed softly. "He was a Muggle and a fool... just like your mother. But they both had their uses, Isn't that right? When you were young, your mother died to protect you...I killed my father, you see, how useful he was after his death..."

Voldemort laughed again. As he paced back and forth, he glanced around. The snake was still wandering on the grass.

The air was suddenly filled with the clatter of cloaks. Between the graves, behind the fir trees, and in every dark place, wizards apparated. They were all hooded and had their faces covered. They walked over one by one...walking slowly and cautiously, as if they couldn't believe their eyes. Voldemort stood silently waiting. One of the Death Eaters dropped to his knees, crawled over to Voldemort, and kissed the hem of his black robes.

"Master...Master..." they called in a low voice.

The Death Eaters behind him did the same, each crawling to Voldemort on their knees, kissing his robes, then stepped aside, stood up, and silently formed a circle, laying waste to Tom Riddle's tomb, where he had been bound. Leigh, Tiera stood blankly next to the tombstone, surrounded by Voldemort and Wormtail, who was lying on the ground, sobbing and twitching.

But there are still some gaps in the circle, as if waiting for others to join. However, Voldemort no longer seemed to expect anyone to come. 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 was trembling.

"Welcome, Death Eaters, welcome, my friends." Voldemort said calmly, "Thirteen years... Thirteen years have passed since our last meeting. But you still responded to my call just like yesterday. ...That is to say, we are still united under the Dark Mark! Right?"

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

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

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

"I see you, healthy and sound, with the same magic as before - arriving so quickly! - and I ask myself...why haven't these wizards come to the aid of their master, the one to whom they have sworn eternal allegiance?"

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

"I answer myself," Voldemort said softly, "They must have believed that I was dead and thought I was doomed. They slipped back among my enemies and said that they were innocent, unknowing, and bewitched..."

"I asked myself again, but why do they believe that I will not come back? Don't they know that I took measures to prevent death a long time ago? Didn't they witness me countless times when I was more powerful than any wizard? Do you want to prove your potential?"

"I answered myself, maybe they believe that there is a more powerful force that can defeat Voldemort... Maybe they have now pledged their allegiance to someone else... Maybe it is the leader of the lowlifes, the protector of mudbloods and Muggles, Albus... Dumbledore?"

Upon hearing Dumbledore's name, the members of the circle became commotion, with some muttering and shaking their heads. Voldemort ignored him.

"This disappoints me...I admit I am disappointed..."

One of the people in the circle suddenly fell to the ground. He was lying at Voldemort's feet, trembling from head to toe.

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

Voldemort sneered, then roared——

"Thirteen years! Thirteen years! None of you have tried to come to me in thirteen years!"

As he spoke, Voldemort suddenly rushed towards the Death Eater closest to him and pulled down his mask——

"Crabbe!"

"McNeil!"

"Gol!"

"Not even you." Voldemort walked to the next one——

For some reason, Tiera heard a hint of sadness in Voldemort's voice——

"I'm here to join this family, not to tear it apart."

——This sentence suddenly appeared in Tiera's mind.

Tiera controlled her facial expression and tried not to laugh.

Tiera is always like this. The more nervous he is, the lower his laughter point is, and it is easy to be amused by insignificant things.

"Lucius!"

Voldemort yanked off Lucius's mask.

"Master! Master!" Lucius Malfoy said with tears in his eyes, "Master! Master! Master! I have always been loyal to you, Master! I have never betrayed you! I have always obeyed your orders, Master. !Owner!"

Lucius Malfoy hugged Voldemort's thigh like a dog and howled——

At this time, Lucius suddenly saw Tiera standing blankly next to the tombstone.

"The year before, the year before last! The summer before last!" Lucius suddenly shouted as if grabbing a life-saving straw——

"Master! Master! Last summer, when you possessed this little mudblood kid, I was always listening to your orders, Master! I provided you with two large boxes of materials, Master! I did my best for you. Ah, Master!”

"Huh?" Voldemort was stunned for a moment, then narrowed his scarlet snake eyes and looked at Tiera——

"Tsk tsk tsk" Voldemort suddenly ran to Tiera's side with a fairy spirit——

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot about you." Voldemort smiled evilly and stuck out his tongue and licked Tiera's face. "Our little genius, our little prophet. Hehehehehe, what a handsome young man. , I want you to—"

"Don't touch him!"

At this time Harry yelled, his voice distorted by fear and anger.

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