Harry Potter's Bastard

After doing this, Voldemort began to pace back and forth, except for glancing at Solim in the distance from time to time, his scarlet eyes were more often resting on Harry, who was still tied to the tombstone.

"Harry Potter, you are standing on my father's bones. Voldemort's snake face was full of a cruel smile, "He's a Muggle—like your idiot's own mother, but they're all useful, aren't they? When you were young, your mother died protecting you...... And I killed my father, you see, how useful he came in after his death......"

Voldemort laughed again. He paced back and forth, glancing around, the snake still scurrying around the grass.

"See that house on the hillside, Potter? My father lived there. My mother, a wizard, lived in this village and fell in love with him. But when she revealed who she was, he abandoned her...... My father didn't like magic...... Of course, he was just a dirty Muggle. "

"He left her and went back to his Muggle parents, before I was born, Potter. My mother died in childbirth when she gave birth to me, and I grew up in a Muggle orphanage...... But I vowed to find him...... I took revenge on him, the man who gave me the same name as his...... Tom Riddle......"

He continued pacing, his red eyes scanning back and forth from grave to grave.

"Listen to me, listen to me remember my ......family history," he whispered, "ah, I'm a little sad...... But look, Harry Potter, my real family is back......"

The air was suddenly filled with the sound of cloaked pawns. Between the graves, behind the cedar trees, there were sorcerer's apparitions in every dark place. They were all hooded and had their faces covered. One by one, they came over...... Walk very slowly, cautiously, as if you can't believe your eyes. Voldemort stood there in silence waiting.

Solim, who was standing on the hillside not far away, looked at the group of men in black who appeared below with a blank expression. There is no need to speculate conservatively, and there is no need to guess cautiously, the group of people who suddenly appeared below must be Death Eaters - summoned by Voldemort, who else but Death Eaters.

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

"The host...... ...... hosts"

The same was true of the Death Eaters behind him, each of whom crawled to Voldemort's side on their knees, kissed his robes, and then stepped aside, stood up, and silently formed a circle.

Harry looked at what was happening in front of him, he had heard that the Death Eaters would kiss Voldemort's robes, and at first Harry thought it was an exaggeration, but he didn't expect it to be true.

Thinking that the person who had spoken these words to him was now here, Harry couldn't help but look in the direction of Solim again. He still stood on the hillside, neither approaching nor leaving.

Even though Harry was angry at the thought of Solim, he was still confused. What is Solim doing?

He didn't do anything. Neither approached Voldemort's side like the Death Eaters did, nor did they leave. He stood on the hillside as if he had come to see the scenery. This was somewhat in conflict with Solim's previous actions, and what he had said earlier was clearly more inclined to Voldemort, who watched Voldemort come back to life and did nothing.

Oh, he did, he took Barty Jr., brought me to Voldemort. Harry looked at Solim in the distance with a complicated expression, the moonlight shining on him and casting a long shadow on the hillside.

The Death Eaters formed a circle, and there were still some gaps in this circle, as if waiting for others to join in. Voldemort, however, no longer seemed to expect someone to come. He looked around at the hooded faces, and although there was no wind, there seemed to be a slight rustle in the circle, as if the circle was shivering.

"Welcome, Death Eaters," Voldemort said calmly, "thirteen years...... It's been thirteen years since we last assembled. But you still answer my call as you did yesterday...... That is, we are still united under the Dark Mark!, right?"

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

"I smell guilt," Voldemort whispered, "and there's a stench of guilt in the air." "

The circle shuddered again, and it seemed that everyone wanted to step back, but did not dare to move. God knows how these Death Eaters felt after feeling the reaction of the Dark Mark, and God knows what they went through before they came.

The Death Eaters all knew that Voldemort was not really dead, and they were lucky that Voldemort would not come back even if he was not completely dead, but what they feared most had happened, Voldemort was standing in front of them right now, and no one would doubt Voldemort's attitude towards traitors, what would await them?

"I saw you, healthy and magical, as swift as ever! I asked myself—why had these wizards not come to help their masters, to help those whom they had sworn to be loyal to forever?"

No one spoke, no one dared to move. In addition to Voldemort, there was a tall wizard in the circle of Death Eaters, and the Death Eaters looked at him secretly under their masks, and they were very curious, who was this man, and why did he stand behind his master?

"I replied to myself," Voldemort whispered, "that they must have believed that I was not going to do it, and that I was finished." They slipped back into the midst of my enemies and said they were innocent, unaware, and under witchcraft......"

"I asked myself, but why did they believe that I wouldn't come back? Didn't they know that I had taken measures to prevent death a long time ago? Didn't they have seen me prove my potential countless times when I was stronger than any wizard?"

I replied to myself that perhaps they believed that there was a greater force that could defeat Voldemort...... Perhaps they are now loyal to others...... Maybe it's the protector of the mudblood and Muggles—Albus Dumbledore?"

"No, master, we didn't take Dumbledore, we won't, we won't, we never will, we never will!

Suddenly, a Death Eater fell to his knees, prostrate on the ground, as if begging Voldemort's forgiveness.

"It disappoints me...... I admit I'm disappointed......" Voldemort shook his head slowly, and he suddenly raised his wand and pointed at the man on the ground:

"Drill the heart and cut the bones!"

The Death Eater who fell to the ground writhed and screamed in pain.

The scene was familiar to both the Death Eaters and Solim on the hillside, except for Harry's first reaction to seeing a wizard hit by the Mind Dash Charm - not unlike a spider.

Voldemort raised his wand. The tortured Death Eaters lay flat on the ground, panting.

When Solim saw this familiar scene, he felt a little emotional, he used to be under the Heart Drill Curse every month.