Harry Potter Blood Hunter

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Barty Crouch Jr. has successfully completed the arduous task assigned to him by Voldemort.

Even he himself found time to escape successfully and escaped from Hogwarts... Just now he felt that the restriction on the magic treasure box that locked the real Moody was broken, and now little Barty knew that his counterfeit actions were blocked. Found.

However, Little Barty, who returned to the secret stronghold, didn't have the sense of accomplishment that he should have had at all.

Only restlessness remained.

Looking at the Lord Dark Lord who made him extremely fanatical before, Little Barty almost didn't even pretend to worship him just now!

Even when Little Barty was hiding in the shadow of the bushes just now, he was thinking about whether to come out or not.

When Lord Dark Lord called his name, he even trembled uncontrollably!

This is very inconsistent with the self that Barty Jr. knows himself.

Shouldn't he be worshiping the Dark Lord? Why do you feel very scared and irritable now?

He is at a loss now.

"Because you don't want to have sex with him! You were not that kind of person originally, you were just confused by his power! But now you know that Voldemort's power is not the most powerful!"

Old Batty's voice came from his eyeballs, almost directly into his head, making little Batty even more irritable, "Shut up, don't talk! If you say anything else, I'll throw you, old guy Already!"

Little Batty has been threatening old Batty's soul with such words these days, because old Batty has come out too many times before, so the effect of this threat is completely useless!

But Batty Sr. may not have been afraid from the beginning.

I don't know why, originally in Browder's calculation, even if Old Batty can temporarily live in his own eyeballs, but as he runs out or talks, his soul will be consumed quickly.

But this situation has been subverted because little Batty often wears old Batty's eyes!

When Old Batty's eyeballs are worn by Little Batty, the consumed soul power will be constantly replenished!

And it's not replenished by consuming little Batty's soul power, but through blood,

It was transformed by the magic power of Barty Jr.

If Browder knew that Crouch and his son discovered the transformation between soul power and magic power by accident, he would probably take him away for research now.

But it was also because he found that wearing eyeballs could keep his father's soul alive, so Barty Jr. never took off the eyeballs.

Batty Jr. has also become an upright guy!

Suddenly, Barty Jr. felt the Dark Demon mark on his arm start to heat up.

"Black... the master has started to summon all the Death Eaters with the Dark Mark!" Little Barty sneered, "Let's see who can come and dare to come, who can come but dare not come, who can't come but dare not come... If you want to come, no one can come and don't want to come...The master can feel their thoughts and behaviors."

Barty Sr. saw through his eyes what was happening to his son's arm...

What a nasty mark!

...

Browder is taking a break from his busy schedule right now.

Mingming suddenly discovered such a big thing, but no one else could find him.

Oh no, it's not like I can't find it at all...

Didn't Regulus just find him?

Browder would not ignore the godfather's call, and hurried to... Malfoy Manor.

Regulus is here now because Lucius asked him to come here...

Because the dark mark on Lucius' left arm has been hurting since just now!

The meaning of this symbol is very clear... Voldemort is resurrected!

Therefore, Regulus quickly notified Browder to come here as well.

But when Browder finally came over, the situation changed again!

"He is calling us!" Lucius pressed his arm, and the black formed by the Dark Mark on it was constantly swimming. "Voldemort is calling us! He is alive! He is alive!"

Lucius is very high right now... scared high.

But even so, Browder treated Lucius differently. After all, he is holding himself to himself now, instead of throwing away their previous agreement because of Voldemort's threat, and switching to Voldemort's command again.

"Browder, do you know about Voldemort's resurrection?" Regulus asked Browder with a serious expression.

Browder nodded as a matter of course, "I know! This time the resurrection is the part of his pet snake that he saved! And compared to before, he is really completely resurrected now! Because the resurrection Because of the materials, his current combat effectiveness may even be stronger than at his peak in the past."

Regulus' expression turned even worse, "Then what should we do?"

Stronger than before, even if it wasn't for the loss of life again!

"Nothing to do!" Browder walked across to Lucius and put his hand on his left arm. "Actually, my strength now surpasses that of Voldemort! He is the greatest threat to me anymore!"

Browder raised his palm, and the tattoo-like Dark Mark on Lucius' arm was sucked out by him, and it completely formed a small green snake in his hand, with a mouth that could reach 180 degrees , wanting to bite Browder with his fangs.

Browder casually took out a small crystal ball the size of a ping pong ball, and threw the little green snake into it.

"It's not even just me, Principal Dumbledore has completely crushed Voldemort in terms of realm..."

This statement surprised both Regulus and Lucius. They no longer doubt the truth of what Braud said.

Thus……

"Then, why don't you, Browder, and Headmaster Dumbledore kill him now?" Regulus asked impatiently.

Regulus had a blood feud with Voldemort, and if he hadn't been powerless, he would have gone and killed Voldemort by himself.

It was also for this reason that Browder hadn't told him about Voldemort for a while.

"Because... I want Voldemort to be an eel!"

Browder explained it this way.

But how could Regulus and Lucius understand such an explanation?

"Forget it, then I will use another method to tell you!"

"Now, please see the pattern on my hand clearly, and keep it firmly in your mind!"

"Because that's the answer!"

Regulus and Lucius looked over and saw a black and gold pattern gradually appearing on Braud's hand.

In that pattern, a skeleton holds a child.

...

"How many people will dare to come back when they feel that I am resurrected?"

"How many people would be foolish enough not to come?"

Voldemort murmured as he gazed at the stars with his shining red eyes.

Voldemort had just used the Dark Mark on Peter Pettigrew's arm to summon all his servants.

Now he wants to see how many people will come!

Voldemort began pacing back and forth in front of Peter Pettigrew.

After about a minute, the air was suddenly filled with the rustling of cloaks.

Between the trees, in the shade, in every dark place wizards were Apparating. They were all wearing hoods and covered their faces. It was obvious that they came here together after gathering first.

Or they just happened to be together before.

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

Voldemort stood silently waiting.

A Death Eater rushed through the hesitant crowd, fell to his knees, and crawled up to Voldemort, kissing the hem of his black robes.

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

The Death Eaters behind him did the same, each kneeling and crawling up to Voldemort, kissing his robes, then stepping aside, standing up, and forming a silent circle with Voldemort in the middle.

It seems that Voldemort is very good at teaching his servants!

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

Voldemort, however, 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 sound in the circle, making everyone in the circle shiver together.

"Welcome, Death Eaters," said Voldemort quietly. "Thirteen years...it has been thirteen years since we last met. And yet you answer my call as if it were yesterday...that is, we still Unite under the Dark Mark! Yes?"

He raised his handsome but ferocious face, and sniffed it as if intoxicated.

"But I smell guilt," said Voldemort, "and there is a stench of guilt in the air."

The circle trembled again, it seemed that everyone wanted to step back, but they didn't dare to move.

"I see you all in good health, with magic as before, arriving so quickly! I asked myself...why haven't these wizards come to help their master, the man to whom they swore their allegiance forever?"

No one spoke, no one dared to move.

"I replied to myself," continued Voldemort softly, "that they must have believed me, that I was finished."

"So they slipped back among my enemies, saying they were innocent, ignorant, and under my control..."

"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?"

"I answered myself that perhaps they believed there was a greater power capable of defeating Voldemort...perhaps they had now pledged their allegiance to someone else...perhaps the protector of Mudbloods and Muggles, Albus Dumbledore?"

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

Voldemort ignored it.

"It disappoints me...although I admit I've been disappointed..."

Just the word "disappointment" directly broke some people's psychological defenses.

A man in the circle suddenly fell to the ground, crouching again at Voldemort's feet, shaking from head to toe, screaming, "Master, forgive me! Forgive us!"

Voldemort sneered and raised his wand, "Crucio!"

The Death Eater on the ground writhed and screamed in pain.

Voldemort raised his wand. The executed Death Eater lay flat on the ground, panting heavily.

"Get up, Avery," said Voldemort softly, "get up. You beg me to forgive? I will not forgive. I will not forget. Thirteen long years... I want you to pay your debts for thirteen years, Then I will forgive you."

Voldemort continued to turn to the others.

"McNeill, my faithful friend," Voldemort stopped in front of the man and whispered, "I heard that you are now leading others to carry out what we have done in the past? Don't let others forget us? "

"Yes master, I have been promoting your glory as much as possible," the Death Eater's voice quickly came from under the hood, "As long as there is news about you, I will..."

"However, when another Death Eater released the Dark Mark last summer, you didn't gather around him," said Voldemort lazily, "Yeah, I know, you've disappointed me... I hope you will serve me more faithfully in the future."

"Of course, master, of course...you are generous, thank you..."

Voldemort took two steps, stopped, and looked at the gap between McNeil and the person next to him—there was enough space for three people to stand.

"Malfoy... stupid guy." After reading the name, Voldemort stopped talking and took another step.

Many people in the circle were very disappointed...

Walking to the next position, Voldemort didn't stop, and said, "It's a pity Bellatrix, she was killed by her own child, otherwise she would continue to devote herself to me."

Every Death Eater's heart trembled when they heard this... They all thought of that young but powerful wizard.

perhaps……

"The Lestrange brothers should stand here," continued Voldemort softly, "but they are now buried alive in Azkaban. They are loyal. They would rather enter Azkaban than turn their backs on me... …when Azkaban is breached, the Lestrange brothers will be rewarded more than they could have dreamed of."

And these two brothers can also help him deal with one person!

Voldemort continued walking, passing Death Eaters one by one.

Crabbe, Goyle, Nott...

Each is a well-known pure-blood wizard.

Voldemort walked up to the largest gap, peering softly with his hollow, red eyes, as though he could see someone standing there.

"One is too cowardly. He leaked our information during the trial and dare not come back... He will definitely pay the price."

"This one is also a traitor, he is even earlier than the last one, of course he will be killed. Double agent? Tsk tsk tsk..."

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