Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 385, Page 379: I, Fu, have always been generous.

A manor house somewhere in England.

"Welcome home, my loyal servants."

Voldemort, unusually cheerful, addressed his former subordinates.

The Death Eaters released from Azkaban formed a circle and respectfully prostrated themselves at Voldemort's feet.

"I...I knew you would come back sooner or later, Master. You wouldn't abandon us."

The speaker was Bellatrix Lestrange. Due to her long stay in Azkaban, where she was constantly eroded by Dementors and deprived of sunlight, her face was emaciated beyond recognition, her skin was horribly pale, and her eye sockets were deeply sunken, making her look like a half-human, half-ghost creature.

More than a decade ago, she was a well-known beauty in the wizarding world.

Her voice was choked with sobs as she spoke, as if she wanted to vent all the grievances she had held for over a decade. But these were tears of joy, tears of happiness. The other Death Eaters, though silent, shared a similar expression.

These Death Eaters' fanaticism for Voldemort was beyond imagination; it was a religious worship, which is why they were willing to be captured and spend more than ten years in Azkaban.

"It's alright, my servants, I'm back."

Voldemort, unusually, stepped forward and embraced Bellatrix, which made her even more excited. She wanted to bury her whole body in Voldemort's arms. As Bellatrix's husband, Rodolphus, seeing this, only had fanaticism in his eyes for Voldemort.

"You've suffered all these years, but don't worry, I'll make those good-for-nothings pay back for all the suffering you've endured, with interest."

These words further excited the Death Eaters of the "Azkaban faction," who were eager to die for Voldemort immediately.

"Go and rest first. Lucius has prepared comfortable rooms for you."

These men, who had just been released from Azkaban, were not about to be given tasks by Voldemort so quickly; he needed to wait until they had rested and adapted to their new environment.

"Master, we found these two guys in the prison."

"He's neither one of us, nor a dark wizard, and even the reason he was imprisoned in Azkaban is quite bizarre."

"A man maliciously fabricated false information to sexually harass a minor female wizard, using his status as a famous author. Wow, he's been sued by 189 famous wizards! I'm really curious how you managed to do that?"

Avery threw out a man and a woman. As expected, his status had been declining ever since the Death Eaters of Azkaban were released. Although he had been prepared, he was still somewhat upset, but he dared not show it in front of Voldemort.

"Please, please don't kill us."

A man and a woman knelt on the ground, trembling with fear, as scared as quails.

"Don't be afraid," Voldemort reassured him.

Perhaps it was because his subordinates had been successfully rescued that he was in such a good mood, showing a rare hint of a kind expression. However, when the two men saw his noseless face, they trembled even more violently.

"Are you afraid of me?" Voldemort asked, leaning down, his good mood completely gone.

Although Voldemort wanted the world to fear him, he clearly doesn't want that now. Do you really think that the once handsome man would not care about his image at all?

No, no.

The two said in unison.

"You're lying!"

Before Voldemort could speak, Avery roared fiercely at the two men, "No one can deceive our master!"

"Avery, don't frighten our friend."

Voldemort waved his hand, then bent down again: "Tell me your names."

"Then tell me how you'll use it."

The implication is that it is useless.

Death Eaters never accept waste, nor do they accept wizards whose bloodlines are not "pure," unless the wizard can demonstrate his value.

Gilderoy Lockhart

The blond man stammered, "I...I can write books."

"Lilita Skeeter."

Seeing this, the woman standing nearby honestly confessed, "I can write news."

Both of them are writers.

Lucius then whispered a few words in Voldemort's ear, and the latter's eyes lit up slightly.

"Oh, so it's the famous Daily Prophet reporter and the well-known author."

"You are useful. Very useful."

Voldemort grinned for once, finally finding two people who could be of use in writing.

Most importantly, both of them are purebloods.

"Then I ask you, are you willing to join the Death Eaters?"

The scarlet eyes stared at the two of them, and they felt completely naked, as if they were being seen through.

"Yes! Of course I'm willing!"

Neither of them were stupid; this was a matter of life and death, so of course they agreed first.

"very good."

Voldemort was very satisfied with the two men's "pragmatic" attitude. He stood up, stretched out his finger, and lightly drew a pattern of a skull and a snake on their arms.

"From this moment on, you are my loyal servants."

Feeling the burning pain in their arms, the two crawled at Voldemort's feet.

The only one who could mark other Death Eaters with the Dark Mark was... At this thought, the two felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, and couldn't help but shiver.

The Dark Lord.

It was only then that the two realized the identity of the person in front of them.

Ironically, due to the overwhelming fear of Voldemort, the entire wizarding world doesn't even have a single portrait of him.

Other accounts of Voldemort describe him as a terrifying, demonic figure.

If he had never seen Voldemort, then unless he said so, the other person might not recognize him.

"We want you to continue doing what you used to do."

Voldemort's voice drifted eerily from above.

"I want you to publish a book about Dumbledore, and I want you to do everything you can to smear him."

"I think you guys should be pretty good at this, right?"

The two nodded frantically, like chicks pecking at rice.

"I've already thought of a title: 'The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore'!"

The only wizard in the entire wizarding world that he fears is Dumbledore; he must not allow Dumbledore to become Minister for Magic.

On this point, Voldemort and Fudge were surprisingly in agreement.

His first step was to ruin Dumbledore's reputation, at least to prevent him from running for Minister of Magic.

"The masses are all ignorant and foolish; they only believe in authority. I want you to become that 'authority'."

"Can you guarantee this book will be a huge bestseller?"

Whether or not it can be guaranteed, if the two of them don't want to die, they have no choice but to agree.

"Very good, very good. If you can complete this, I will give you anything you want."

"Everyone knows I'm always very generous to my subordinates."

(End of this chapter)