Chapter 522 Death Eaters

"how dare you!"

When the fake Moody heard Fish mocking his master, he roared and was about to step forward to show him some humor, but was stopped by Voldemort.

"Barty," Voldemort said calmly, "Fish's character is like this, there is nothing to be angry about."

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

"You are so kind!"

Fish had no reaction, but the fake Moody knelt in front of Voldemort with a very moved expression. Even Wormtail, who had lost his hand, struggled to get up from the ground and knelt beside the fake Moody.

"Master..." Wormtail choked and said, "Kind master... you promised... you promised..."

"Harry, they two look like house elves."

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The big-hearted Feishu said happily.

Harry: "Uh-huh..."

From the moment Fish laughed at Voldemort, Harry was afraid that they would be killed by the angry Dark Lord at some point, but Fish still looked so heartless. After irritating Voldemort, he went to irritate his subordinates. Harry I feel so tired...

Fortunately, Voldemort seemed to be in a good mood because of his resurrection. He ignored Fish and said lazily to Wormtail at his feet: "Extend 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 pushed his sleeve to his elbow, revealing a bright red tattoo. The pattern was the Dark Mark that appeared in the Quidditch World Cup...

That's the thing that was hit by Fei Xu's cat head.

"It's back," Voldemort ignored Wormtail's sobs, looked at the Dark Mark on his hand carefully, and murmured softly: "They will all notice it... Now, we will see... We will know …”

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

The scar on Harry's forehead felt severe pain again, Wormtail let out another wailing sound, and even the fake Moody showed a hint of pain and reached out to cover his left arm...

Harry had seen Snape and Karkaroff do this action before.

Voldemort took his finger away from Wormtail's mark, and the mark turned pitch black.

With a cruel look of triumph on his face, he straightened up, raised his head, and scanned the dark graveyard.

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

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

Fake Moody said dissatisfiedly: "Those dishonest and despicable things. They had the courage to wear masks and make trouble at the Quidditch World Cup, but they ran away one by one after seeing the Dark Mark I fired."

Voldemort did not speak, but looked at the fake Moody calmly with his glowing red snake eyes.

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

Fake Moody quickly fell to his knees, and at this time, the effect of the polyjuice potion had worn off. He changed from a blind, lame, and scarred old man to a pale-skinned, slightly freckled, man with light yellow messy hair. young man.

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

Voldemort stared at little Barty for a long time, until beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Then he withdrew his gaze, and then turned his gaze to Harry, showing a cruel smile.

"Harry Potter, you are standing over my father's bones."

He hissed softly. After regaining his strength, Voldemort's mood was not as calm as he appeared. He began to tell Harry and Fish about his life experience.

Both Harry and Fish listened quietly. Harry was gagged and couldn't make a sound, while Fish was simply listening to the story.

However, Voldemort had only spoken a few words when he was interrupted by the rustling of his cloak. Between the graves, behind the fir trees, and in every dark place, wizards apparated.

"Meow?"

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Fish looked in the direction where the sound came from, then shrugged his nose...

He smelled a lot of familiar smells in it.

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

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

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Because the Death Eaters who appeared in front of Fish and Harry were all hooded and had their faces covered.

Those whose names were called had no time to respond to Feishi. They walked over cautiously, their bodies trembling slightly.

When they came close, they immediately knelt down and crawled to Voldemort on hands and knees. They took turns kissing the hem of his black robe, then stepped aside, stood up, and formed a circle in silence.

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

While Wormtail continued to cover his severed hand, he knelt in front of Voldemort and sobbed softly.

The Death Eaters surrounded Tom Riddle's grave, Fish, Harry, Voldemort and Wormtail, who was lying on the ground sobbing and twitching, in the middle, but there were still some gaps in the circle, as if waiting for others to join.

However, Voldemort obviously did not 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 sound in the circle, as if the circle shivered.

"Welcome, Death Eaters," Voldemort said calmly, "Thirteen years... It has been thirteen years since our last gathering. But you still responded to my call like yesterday... That is to say, we are still united under the Dark Mark! Is that right?"

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

"I smell guilt," he said, "There is a stink of guilt in the air."

The circle trembled again, as if everyone wanted to retreat, but did not dare to move.

Voldemort continued to speak, making a group of Death Eaters tremble and Harry feel cold, but Fish was a little bored.

Because what he was telling now was not a story, but a bit like Professor McGonagall preaching... Apart from Professor Binns's History of Magic, this was what the cat hated to listen to the most.

It was a little interesting that Voldemort turned Wormtail into a silver hand, but then he continued to "preach" to the Death Eaters, and looking at his long-winded appearance, Fish estimated that he would not be able to finish it for a while.

(Д`)

The cat, who didn't want to listen to Voldemort's nagging and couldn't move for the time being, opened his mouth and yawned loudly, then his head tilted, the cat ears on his head drooped down, and closed his eyes.

"Zzzzz..."

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In the oppressive "lecture" of Voldemort, the cat fell asleep peacefully.

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