I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 318 Harry, the Unethical Man

He placed his long, pale index finger on Peter Pettigrew's arm.

The pain in Harry's forehead flared up again, and Peter Pettigrew uttered another wail. Voldemort removed his finger from Peter Pettigrew's mark, and Harry saw that it had turned as black as ink.

A look of cruel triumph appeared on Voldemort's face. He straightened up and raised his head to look around the dark graveyard.

"After feeling it, how many people have the courage to come back?" he murmured, his glowing red eyes staring at the twinkling stars in the sky, "and how many people are stupid enough to avoid it?"

He began to pace back and forth in front of Harry and Peter Pettigrew, glancing at the graveyard from time to time. After about a minute, his eyes fell on Harry again, and his snake-like face twisted into a cruel smile.

"Harry Potter, you are standing on the bones of my father," Voldemort hissed softly. "He was a Muggle and a fool... just like your own mother. But they are all useful, aren't they? When you were a child, your mother died to protect you... I killed my father, and you see how useful he was after his death..."

Voldemort did not think that this kind of Alsatian behavior was shameful at all. Instead of feeling ashamed, he felt proud of it. He looked at Harry with a smug look, as if he wanted Harry to praise how powerful and awesome he was.

"Oh yes, I don't need to introduce myself. In this case, you should know who I am - and... I heard that you are as famous as me..." Voldemort said to Harry in a sarcastic tone.

Harry’s inner thoughts: Do you fucking think I’d agree?

Then, he probably felt that it was meaningless to just talk one-sidedly, so he waved his wand and pulled out the smelly socks stuffed in Harry's mouth. It didn't matter that Harry burped, and turned into a Hogwarts big spit, vomiting all over the floor. Voldemort dodged in disgust, but fortunately he was agile, otherwise he would have been sprayed by Harry.

Voldemort looked at Harry's miserable state and laughed again. He paced back and forth, looking around. The snake was still circling on the grass, as if playing some strange trick.

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

Voldemort was talking about his parents' love, not paying any attention to the contempt in Harry's eyes. His scarlet eyes were full of disdain for his Muggle father. "He left her and returned to his Muggle parents. I was not born yet, Potter."

"My mother died giving 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 himself, Tom Riddle..."

"Ha, I'm starting to feel a little sad," Voldemort wiped his bald head and showed a sinister smile: "Family trivia always makes people sad, doesn't it?"

"Then there's one thing I don't quite understand, Mr. Voldemort." Harry pretended to be cute.

Voldemort became interested. He had never thought that Harry could talk to him calmly and even ask a question. He looked at Harry with interest and gave Harry rare patience for the first time: "Tell me, our great savior, Mr. 'The Boy-Who-Lived'?"

Harry blinked his emerald green eyes and asked in a cute way, "Since your father is a Muggle and your mother is a pure-blood wizard, why do you still associate with those pure-blood wizards? Don't they value bloodline the most? In fact, you don't know that I also have related pressures. Although my father is also a pure-blood, those pure-blood wizards looked down on me when I was in school."

Voldemort looked at him for a long time, but he didn't hear the sarcasm in Harry's mouth. Instead, he laughed. The eerie smile made Harry shiver involuntarily. Voldemort laughed for a long time, looked at Harry and said, "These are not problems, Harry. As long as you treat them with sincerity, they will treat you as their own family, right? Wormtail?"

As he spoke, Voldemort looked at Peter Pettigrew, who was still sobbing at his feet, with no mercy in his eyes.

"Yes... yes... the master treats us as real family... treats us as family..." Peter Pettigrew replied in a muffled voice: "So we also treat the master as family..."

Harry couldn't help but spit out another mouthful.

"Speaking of which, my real family is coming soon..." Voldemort opened his arms in a welcoming gesture.

As he moved, the black clouds in the sky also moved, and black smoke fell to the ground. It was the unique apparition of the Death Eaters. They all wore hoods and covered their faces with special old eight-style masks. They walked over one by one, very slowly and carefully, as if they couldn't believe their eyes.

After all, this old devil had disappeared for thirteen years. When he suddenly appeared in front of everyone, they were all a little bit unbelievable.

Voldemort stood there silently waiting. A Death Eater knelt down first, crawled to Voldemort, and kissed the hem of his black robe.

"Master, Master..." he called in a low voice.

The Death Eaters behind him did the same, each of them crawled on their knees to Voldemort's side, kissed his smoke-like robes, then stepped aside, stood up, and silently formed a circle, surrounding the grave of old Tom Riddle, Harry, Voldemort, and Wormtail, who was lying on the ground sobbing and twitching. But there were still some gaps in the circle, as if waiting for others to join.

However, Voldemort seemed to no longer expect anyone to come. He looked around at the hooded faces, and although there was no wind, a slight rustling sound seemed to pass through the circle, as if the circle shivered.

"Welcome, Death Eaters," said Voldemort calmly. "Thirteen years... it has been thirteen years since we last met, and yet you have answered my call as though it were yesterday... so we are still united under the Dark Mark! Is that so?"

He raised his ferocious face and opened his two slit-like snake pupils, "I have to admit, I'm disappointed that none of you tried to find me!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to a Death Eater beside him and made a gesture of taking off the mask he was wearing. The mask on the Death Eater was taken off instantly, and black smoke was still coming out: "Crabbe!"

Voldemort called his name, and the Death Eater named Crabbe fell down exhausted. Voldemort reached out to the next Death Eater: "McNeill! Goyle!"

After calling out names and taking off their masks one by one, Voldemort looked around and asked gloomily, "Where is Lucius? Lucius Malfoy, how dare he ignore my summons?"

Crabbe got up from the ground and stammered, "Lucius...Lucius..." "Lucius has betrayed. He has been bribed by that brat named Louis Mountbatten and is working for him." Goyle immediately got up and added fuel to the fire, "They have been in cahoots with each other and have come together completely. That Mountbatten has a close relationship with Dumbledore. I suspect, Master, that Lucius Malfoy has completely betrayed you and thrown himself into Dumbledore's arms..."

When Harry heard their names, he realized that these two were probably Draco's followers, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle and their fathers.

"We'll talk about him later." Voldemort's expression was uncertain. He didn't want to mention the traitor on his big day, so he turned his head to look at Crabbe and Goyle: "What about you two?"

"My lord, as soon as I find any signal from you, or any rumors about your whereabouts..." Crabbe spoke quickly, but was interrupted by Voldemort.

“There was a signal, my cunning friend!” Voldemort’s tone was unfriendly: “And it’s not just a rumor!”

"I promise you! My Lord!" Gore immediately took over the conversation: "I have never given up our magic path, and I will always remain loyal to you!"

Before Voldemort could speak, Harry, who was being held behind him, said cheerfully, "Have you ever heard of this saying, Mr. Voldemort, that loyalty is not absolute, or absolutely not loyal?"

Hearing Harry's words, Voldemort's scarlet vertical pupils radiated malicious light as he stared at Crabbe and Goyle who were kneeling on the ground.

"I'm back, but I'm back, master..." Peter Pettigrew cocooned like a worm and landed at Voldemort's feet.

Voldemort looked down at the cowering Peter Pettigrew and said disdainfully: "You came back... because of fear, not loyalty!"

Peter Pettigrew showed an expression of disbelief, which then turned into extreme fear. He opened his mouth to refute, but Voldemort took the lead in speaking out his verdict on him: "However, considering that you have been of great use in the past few months, you helped me gain a physical body when I needed it most. Wormtail, Voldemort will never mistreat those who have helped him..."

As Voldemort spoke, he touched Peter Pettigrew's head with his hand, pulled his hair, and then pointed his wand, and a shiny silver arm suddenly grew out of Peter Pettigrew's broken arm.

Peter Pettigrew looked at his new arm in ecstasy. He felt no discomfort in his arm, and could stretch it out at will just like his original hand. He stood up happily, then knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly: "Thank you, Master. Thank you, Master..."

Kowtow alone was not enough, so he began to crawl over and kiss Voldemort's robes.

"Don't say thank you, Wormtail." Voldemort narrowed his eyes and said meaningfully, "I hope your loyalty will not waver. Do you understand, Wormtail?"

"No, my master... never!" Peter Pettigrew swore.

Voldemort snorted and turned his gaze to Harry.

"Do you want me to tell you the truth about that night thirteen years ago? Do you want me to tell you what made me lose my magic power?" Voldemort walked to Harry and poked his cheek with his wand: "Do you want me to tell you?"

Harry changed his position. He was actually a little tired of being tied up. He moved his body twice and changed into a more comfortable position. He continued to look at Voldemort. He couldn't get down for a while anyway, so he was not in a hurry to break free.

"It's because of love." Voldemort shook his wand and said disdainfully: "You know, when the lovely Lily Potter sacrificed her life to save her only son and gave him the utmost protection, I couldn't touch him - oh, poor Quirrell, just because I touched him, he was shattered into powder..."

The Death Eaters who were watching all took a deep breath, shocked at Lily Potter's methods - she was clearly just a Mudblood, yet she had the power to set a trap for the Dark Lord?
“That is an ancient magic. I should have expected it at that time…” Voldemort said indifferently, as if he mentioned the Minor Protection Act casually: “But it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter. The situation has changed now. I can touch you now, I can touch you…”

As he spoke, Voldemort stretched out his thin and pale claws and pressed them on Harry's scar.

A sharp pain came, and Harry could not help but scream in his form of Vision Potter. Voldemort saw Harry's pain and screamed with joy. Harry did not react at first, but when he realized it, he couldn't help but shout loudly, "It's okay for me to scream in pain, but why are you screaming?"

Voldemort didn't expect Harry to fight back so sharply, and was stunned for a moment.

Then, he let go of Harry, stared at him with scarlet eyes and said, "I didn't expect a few drops of your blood to be so useful, did you, Harry?"

Harry gasped twice, looked at him and said, "Of course I know. Louis told me what my blood is... Oh, right, it's the blood of a fourth-level enemy?"

“Fourth level enemy blood?” Voldemort chewed it twice but didn’t understand what it meant. He didn’t think about it anymore. He turned around and took two steps. He waved his hand to loosen the ropes that bound Harry. He shouted, “Pick up your wand, Potter!”

Harry's glasses also fell off, and he began to look for them aimlessly on the ground - just like Nobita, he was half blind without his glasses.

"I said - pick it up! Pick up your wand! Potter!" Voldemort roared again.

"Wait a minute, I can't find my glasses!" Harry yelled back, shocking Voldemort.

Harry quickly found his glasses and wand. Voldemort pulled out his wand, chuckled twice, and asked loudly: "You should have learned how to duel, Harry? How to duel in school? I heard there is a dueling club..."

"Expelliarmus!" Harry shouted loudly. He was now the disobedient warrior on the Quidditch field - not talking about Wood. He quickly threw out a spell and hid two small evil spells behind it, one was the Tarantella dance and the other was the incisor stick.

(End of this chapter)