Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 321, page 319. This was his closest friend and dearest family member.

"Are you begging for my forgiveness?"

Voldemort sneered, his icy tone sending chills down the spines of the Death Eaters around him. At this moment, the Death Eaters, who had initially been skeptical, were now completely convinced that the goblin before them was their Dark Lord.

"I will not forgive you, and I will never forget this long fifteen-year wait."

"In the first year, I swore that I would share endless life with the first Death Eater who helped me, so that he could live forever like me, but no one showed up."

"In the second year, I vowed that I would bestow upon the first Death Eater who helped me the highest honor, that he would enjoy the same status as me, and that he could share the whole world with me, but still no one appeared."

"In the third year, I swore that I would give the first Death Eater who helped me endless wealth so that he could enjoy glory for all eternity, but still no one appeared."

"Until now, I've made it back through my own abilities."

"Yes, I walked back step by step from the banks of the Sanzu River in the underworld."

"My loyal servants, why do you not come to help your master, to help the one you swore to serve forever? Is it for wealth? For status?"

Then Voldemort's voice became like the freezing cold of February, when the temperature was below minus twenty degrees Celsius.

"Or do you believe I'm already dead and can't come back, and are trying to preserve yourself?"

"Why won't you believe your master can rise again?"

"Why won't you believe that your master has cracked the secret of death?"

"However, as your master, I am merciful and will not kill you. But I will make you pay back your debts of fifteen years before I will forgive you."

After Voldemort finished speaking, all the Death Eaters present knelt at his feet, prostrating themselves as if trying to kiss his toes, trembling so much they dared not even breathe, no longer daring to harbor even the slightest doubt.

Ten sentences were enough to make the Death Eaters kneel down and lick his feet.

Apart from

"Slap slap slap"

A series of applause erupted, and Dali even clapped along.

"Fantastic! Absolutely fantastic!"

Dudley said sincerely, then his gaze fell on Voldemort: "Truly worthy of being senior Tom."

"I was hoping to see you make a fool of yourself, but I never expected things to turn out this way."

Who dares to say that Voldemort was just a stupid lunatic? Don't forget, during his student days, he fooled everyone, deceived the entire school, and played the role of an "outstanding talent" so well that many people even thought he would become the next Minister of Magic when he graduated.

He has now used only a little "punishment" to make others believe his identity, which can be described as a very clever tactic.

Of course, one could also say that his brutality was deeply ingrained in people's minds.

The way to awaken memories was actually through the Crucifixion Mantra.

If Dudley remembers correctly, that dark wizard Avery was someone he had been friends with since their student days, and one of the few Death Eaters who knew his true identity. He was his "closest friend and dearest relative."

Voldemort's face flashed with anger when he heard Dudley's teasing, but he did not take the initiative to attack again.

On the one hand, he has not yet recovered and his strength is far from his peak. Through the recent exchange, he also understands that he cannot defeat the man in front of him in a short period of time. On the other hand, he cannot figure out Dudley's strength. Dudley's powerful strength makes him not to act rashly, especially his spellcasting speed and reaction speed, which makes him very wary.

If he could return to his prime, he could easily crush this annoying guy on the other side.

Unfortunately, he was furious but unable to vent his anger. His original plan to recover his body was completely ruined. The prepared potion was wasted. 'Father's bones, servant's flesh, enemy's blood'—this was a very ancient resurrection potion ritual. The ingredients certainly weren't just those three main ingredients; there were also a large number of auxiliary materials, and the preparation time for these auxiliary materials was even longer than that of a polysaccharide potion.

Dudley's public mockery naturally provoked some Death Eaters to teach this rude fellow a lesson, but they noticed that the capricious Dark Lord didn't make a move.

No one dared to act rashly.

In their minds, the Dark Lord had only ever treated one person this way—Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard of the twentieth century.

"Senior Tom, it seems your subordinates have all arrived."

"Much less than expected."

Dudley's gaze swept across the faces of the masked Death Eaters, and every Death Eater within his sight felt as if he could see right through them, as if his eyes could see through things.

"My loyal servants."

Voldemort looked at Dudley with a cruel smile: "Now I'm giving you a chance to atone for your sins."

"Whoever among you kills him will receive my forgiveness, and not only that, he can become my right-hand man."

As the saying goes, a great reward will always attract brave men. Although Voldemort's reward was tantamount to getting something for nothing, there were still Death Eaters willing to be the brave men.

"No matter how strong you are, how many wizards can you handle? Do you think you're Dumbledore?"

The Death Eaters, wands in hand, approached Dudley while emitting the classic villainous "hehehe" laugh.

However, they just kept surrounding Dudley, but none of them actually made the first move; they were all waiting for someone else to take action.

A rabble is still a rabble. The brave and determined ones have all gone in, and these guys now... tsk.

Just as Voldemort's face darkened once again, one of the Death Eaters finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"Disarm you!"

The Death Eater had barely raised his wand when he was struck by a beam of red light; it wasn't Dudley who had cast the spell.

"Who?!"

The Death Eaters were greatly alarmed.

Where the Death Eaters had previously appeared, new wizards began to emerge one after another.

"Aurors! Lots of Aurors!"

One of the Death Eaters said, his tone slightly panicked.

"And a batter!"

Aurors alone are still a force to be reckoned with, but that's only when you add in the group of strikers.

"Rufus Scrimgeour! That damned Auror chief of staff!"

"And what about Moody! Wasn't he retired? Why is he here?"

The appearance of wizards one after another threw the Death Eaters into chaos.

"Dalsley!" Voldemort practically spat out his name through clenched teeth.

Even if Voldemort were slow to react, he would realize that this was a trap.

"So this is your real purpose? You think you can capture me with this bunch of useless Ministry of Magic trash?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he received an affirmative reply from Dudley.

"No, no, no, I think you've got something wrong, Tom. Who told you I was going to catch you?"

"My goal has never been you, Senior Tom."

(End of this chapter)