The Druid Master of Hogwarts

"how dare you!"

When Fake Moody heard Fish mocking his master like this, he roared and was about to come forward to show him some color, but was stopped by Voldemort.

"Barty," said Voldemort flatly, "that's Fish's character. There's nothing to be angry about."

Probably because he had regained his strength, or he still wanted to recruit Fish, so Voldemort behaved unusually magnanimous.

"You are so kind!"

Fish didn't react, but Fake Moody knelt in front of Voldemort with a very moved look. Even Wormtail, who had broken his hand, struggled to get up from the ground and knelt beside Fake Moody.

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

"Harry, they look like house-elves."

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The big-hearted Feixu said with a giggle.

Harry: "Uh uh..."

Ever since Fisch laughed at Voldemort, Harry was afraid that they would be killed by the angry Dark Lord, but Fisch still looked like he was heartless. After stimulating Voldemort, Harry went to stimulate his subordinates. I feel so tired...

Fortunately, Voldemort seemed to be in a good mood because of his resurrection. He ignored Fish, but said lazily to Wormtail at his feet: "Stretch out your arms."

"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, pulled up Wormtail's left arm, and tucked his sleeve up to his elbow, revealing a bright red tattoo with the Dark Mark that appeared at the Quidditch World Cup...

That's the thing that got knocked over by Fish's cat's head.

"It's back," Voldemort murmured softly, ignoring Wormtail's sobs, scrutinizing the Dark Mark on his hand, "They'll all notice it...now, we'll see...we'll know. …”

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

The scar on Harry's forehead hurt again, Wormtail let out another wailing, and even the fake Moody showed a pained expression, and reached out to cover his left arm...

This action, Harry had seen Snape and Karkaroff do.

Voldemort removed his fingers from Wormtail's mark, which turned pitch black.

With a cruel smug look on his face, he straightened up, raised his head, and scanned the dark cemetery.

"How many people have the guts to come back after feeling it?" murmured Voldemort, staring at the stars with glowing red eyes. "How many people would be stupid not to come?"

"Master, are you still going to forgive those traitors?"

Fake Moody said dissatisfiedly: "Those scumbags who have no faith. They have the guts to wear masks and play around at the Quidditch World Cup, but after seeing the Dark Mark I fired, they slipped away one by one."

Voldemort didn't speak, just looked at the fake Moody calmly with his red serpent eyes.

"Yes, I'm sorry! Master! I'm too presumptuous!"

Fake Moody hurriedly knelt to the ground, and at this time, the effect of the compound decoction was over. He changed from a blind and lame old man with scars all over his face to a pale skinned, slightly freckled, light yellow messy hair. young man.

Harry recognized this man, having seen it in Dumbledore's Pensieve -- Barty Crouch Jr., who had been sent into Azkaban by his own father, Barty Crouch.

Voldemort stared at Barty Jr for a long time, seeing fine sweat dripping from his forehead, then withdrew his gaze, and then turned his gaze to Harry again, revealing a cruel smile.

"Harry Potter, you are standing on my father's corpse."

He hissed softly that Voldemort wasn't as calm as he seemed after regaining his strength, and he began to tell Harry and Fish about his life.

Both Harry and Fish listened quietly, Harry was gagged and couldn't speak, and Fish was simply listening to the story.

It was only Voldemort's words that were interrupted by the rustling of his cloak. Between the tombs, and behind the cedar trees, wizards Apparated in every shadowy place.

"Meow?"

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Fish looked in the direction of the voice, then shrugged...

He smelled a lot of familiar smells in it.

"Hello, meow!" Fish greeted them: "Lucius, Avery, Nott, Walton..."

Mao Mao reported a long list of names, and then tilted his head in confusion: "Why are you covering your face?"

?ω?

Because the Death Eaters who appeared in front of Fish and Harry were all wearing hoods and covering their faces.

Those whose names were called had no time to respond to Feishu, and they walked over cautiously, their bodies trembling slightly.

When they got close, they immediately knelt down, crawled to Voldemort with hands and feet, took turns kissing the hem of his black robe, then stepped aside, stood up, and formed a silent circle.

Barty Crouch Jr hesitated for a moment and stood among them, but judging from his disgusting expression, he was actually not very willing to stand with these "traitors".

Wormtail, on the other hand, continued to hold his severed hand, kneeling in front of Voldemort, sobbing softly.

The Death Eaters surrounded Tom Riddle's tomb, Fish, Harry, Voldemort, and Wormtail, slumped to the ground, whimpering and twitching, but there were still some gaps in the circle, as if waiting for others to join.

But Voldemort obviously didn't have the patience to wait any longer. 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 shivered.

"Welcome, Death Eaters," said Voldemort calmly, "thirteen years... it's been thirteen years since our last meeting. But you are still answering my call like yesterday...that is, we are still united. Under the Dark Mark! Is it?"

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

"I smelled guilt," he said. "There was a stench of guilt in the air."

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

Voldemort continued to speak, making the group of Death Eaters tremble, making Harry shiver, and Fish getting a little bored.

Because what he is telling is not a story, but a bit like Professor McGonagall is lecturing... Apart from Professor Binns' history of magic, this is what Cat Mao doesn't like to hear.

That is, Voldemort changed Wormtail's silver hand a little bit, but then he continued to "preach" to the Death Eaters, and judging from the appearance of his long speech, Fish estimated that he could not finish it for a while.

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Cat Mao, who didn't want to listen to Voldemort's chatter and couldn't move for a while, opened his mouth wide and yawned loudly, then his head tilted, the cat's ears on top of his head drooped down, and his eyes were closed.

"Zzzzz..."

(?—ω—?)

In the sound of Voldemort's oppressive "speaking", the cat fell peacefully into sleep.

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Zhongyuan's cat strips have been eaten, and there is not much cat litter left, but fortunately, the courier can come in now, but everything is placed at the gate of the community, and you have to get it yourself.

Sure enough, I couldn't code words during the day. I sat in front of the computer for a day and didn't write a single word... Instead, I scanned the ranking list... Recently, I have written a lot of simulators, and I can see a few books in almost every category.

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