A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 702 You won't even call me master!

The downside of arriving early is that you might run into a player whose main account has been banned and whose alt account has been nerfed to an epic degree.

It would feel really good to be abused, but William just wants to be abused by his partner.

Come here!

Come and torture me!

There's no way to torture him. With Voldemort's small frame, he probably remembered what happened in Albania, and upon seeing William, he immediately self-destructed.

William was a little embarrassed by this decisive action, so he tried again the second time but failed to pin the insect's tail down.

Now you feel a bit more confident, right?

But to everyone's surprise, Peter immediately scurried away through a hole, leaving Voldemort behind.

Well, that's more like Peter.

William tried it more than ten times, and the result was always the same.

Because Voldemort thought his plan had been leaked, and that Dumbledore was probably here too.

Since they had failed, they had to self-destruct first and then run away, not giving Dumbledore any more chances... But William really came alone!

Dumbledore wasn't behind him!

There was nothing he could do but wait until Voldemort was fully resurrected before he could come back.

Otherwise, they would just expose themselves directly and wouldn't bother with all this fancy stuff.

After much agonizing thought, William suddenly had a new idea.

He doesn't need to come here looking like himself; he could just become someone else.

For example... William looked at his own gene pool.

Hmm... there is quite a bit of usable hair for him to use in his compound decoctions.

The 400th cycle.

As night deepened, all the students, under the dean's guidance, headed towards their respective colleges.

Malfoy is searching for Draco in the labyrinth with his wife Narcissa.

The two searched for a long time in a patch of grass before finally finding Draco, whose clothes were disheveled.

There was a big club next to him; the female zombie had long since fled.

Malfoy pointed his wand at his son and said, "Recover quickly."

Draco slowly woke up, looked at old Malfoy, and tears streamed down his face.

"dad……"

"Who did this?" Narcissa asked angrily, tears streaming down her face.

Malfoy was also furious.

Daring to touch his son... do you have a death wish?

"I didn't see... someone steal my Felix Felicis, and then a female zombie dragged me into the bushes..."

Malfoy began to sob.

This time, it wasn't William who stole the Felix Felicis, but Hermione.

In the afternoon, William told her she could come and steal Felix Felicis.

If it were William, he would definitely just openly and honestly steal it.

Hermione, on the other hand, was less conspicuous and carefully wore an invisibility cloak to steal it.

So Draco didn't see who did it.

"Never mind, let's go back first." Malfoy felt the burns on his arm were getting worse.

The three walked toward the castle, then parted ways at a crossroads, with Malfoy turning and running toward the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

He reached the edge of the Forbidden Forest, suddenly pulled out his wand, and looked warily at a large tree.

"Who is it? Show yourself!"

"It's me, don't be nervous, Lucius!"

Karkarov emerged from behind the tree, clenching his left arm, his face grim. He said:

"You felt it too, didn't you? Master... is summoning us. This is the first time in over a decade."

"What do you mean? You want to report me to the Ministry of Magic?" Malfoy asked warily.

"Reporting you? Are you kidding me? Master is back..." Karkaroff said sternly.

"Still siding with the Ministry of Magic at this point... what's the difference between that and joining Grindelwald in 45?!"

"You're quick to move your ass around," Malfoy sneered. "Don't forget, you were only spared punishment by the Ministry of Magic for betraying the Death Eaters."

That's true.

After Voldemort's downfall, Karkaroff was also captured by Mad-Eye Han, so he became a guide, capturing various Death Eaters.

Because Karkaroff was imprisoned by quite a few Death Eaters in Azkaban.

Therefore, Karkaroff was not well-liked by the Death Eaters who had escaped punishment.

Death Eaters must have backbone!

They hate these collaborators the most!

"And how are you any better than me? Didn't you also escape Azkaban by bribing people and claiming you were under a death curse?" Karkaroff exposed each other's secrets.

"You weren't under a soul-stealing curse tonight, were you?"

Malfoy snorted and said, "So, what brings you here tonight? Are you planning to tip off the Ministry of Magic, or are you trying to escape?"

"Of course..." Karkaroff stroked his beard and said, "I'm going to see the master with you."

Malfoy had no idea what Karkaroff was up to, but he nodded nonetheless.

If anything goes wrong, he will hand Karkaroff over to Voldemort as a traitor he has captured.

I think the master will be satisfied.

"Severus didn't come?" Malfoy suddenly asked.

"I don't know, he wasn't with me tonight."

Malfoy sighed.

Snape is probably determined to team up with Dumbledore this time.

When Voldemort fell, only Snape was vouched for by Dumbledore, who said he was a spy on their side.

It was only then that everyone realized that Snape had already been currying favor with Dumbledore.

This is why Malfoy maintained a good relationship with Snape and admired his strategic vision.

But now that his master is back... Snape is probably doomed.

"Let's go," Malfoy said.

The two reached the edge of the forbidden forest and began to Apparate.

……

……

In front of the tomb,

Voldemort has finally been resurrected as planned.

He was laughing hysterically.

Waiting for the servant to arrive.

As the victor, he started chatting with Harry again.

This is the composure of a victor.

"Harry Potter, you are standing on my father's bones," Voldemort hissed softly.

"He's a Muggle and a fool... just like your mother. But they're both useful, aren't they?"

When you were little, your mother died protecting you... I killed my father, and you see how useful he is after he died...

Voldemort laughed. He paced back and forth, scanning his surroundings. A snake-like creature slithered across the grass.

"See that house on the hillside, Potter? My father lived there. My mother was a witch who lived in this village and fell in love with him."

But after she revealed her identity, he abandoned her... My father didn't like magic...

"He left her and went back to his Muggle parents. I wasn't even born yet, Potter. My mother died in childbirth, and I grew up in a Muggle orphanage..."

"But I swore to find him... I took my revenge on him, the man who gave me the same name as him... Tom Riddle..."

Voldemort continued pacing back and forth, his red eyes scanning the graves.

"Heh heh, listen to me reminisce about my family history..." he said softly, "Ah, I'm getting a little sentimental... But look, Harry! My real family is back..."

Suddenly, the air was filled with the rustling of cloaks. Among the graves, behind the fir trees, in every shadowy spot, the sorcerer's phantom appeared.

They were all wearing hoods and their faces were covered. They came one by one... very slowly and cautiously, as if they couldn't believe their eyes.

Voldemort stood there silently, waiting.

Malfoy plopped down first, then slowly crawled to Voldemort and kissed the hem of his black robe.

"Master...Master..."

He called out softly, tears welling in his eyes.

The Death Eaters behind him did the same; each of them knelt, crawled to Voldemort's side, kissed his robes, then stepped aside, stood up, and silently formed a circle.

Only Karkaroff remained motionless, still watching Malfoy's performance with great interest.

Goodness... I didn't expect Malfoy to be such a good actor. Those few times he called out "master" were almost tearful.

Everyone looked at Karkaroff.

Malfoy also looked at him strangely, wondering whether he should take him down.

Karkaroff seems really... brave tonight.

Wait... he wouldn't have tipped off Dumbledore and brought him here, would he?

Malfoy squinted, ready to run away at any moment.

Voldemort seemed quite patient tonight; he ignored Karkaroff and instead surveyed the hooded faces around him.

Although there was no wind, a faint rustling sound seemed to pass through the circle, as if the circle had shivered.

There are still some gaps in the circle, as if waiting for others to join.

However, after waiting for a while, Voldemort stopped expecting anyone to come.

"Welcome, Death Eaters," he said calmly.

"Thirteen years... It's been thirteen years since our last gathering. Yet you still answer my call, just like that day... That means we are still united under the Black Mark! Is that right?"

Voldemort raised his hideous face, opened his two narrow nostrils, and sniffed the air.

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

"I see you all, healthy and unharmed, your magic as strong as ever—arriving so quickly!—I ask myself…why haven't these wizards come to help their master, to help those they've sworn to serve forever?"

"I answered myself," Voldemort said softly, "that they must have believed I was no good, that I was finished."

"They slipped back into my enemies' midst, claiming innocence, ignorance, and that they were under a Death Curse..."

"Perhaps they've already pledged allegiance to someone else...maybe that hook-nosed guy, that protector of Mudbloods and Muggles, Albus Dumbledore?"

Voldemort finally looked at Karkaroff.

"Yes or no?"

Karkarov didn't move; instead, he grinned.

"I understand." Voldemort beckoned, and the serpent slithered over and rubbed against his palm.

Voldemort stroked the snake's head calmly and said, "You're doing very well as the headmaster of Durmstrang. You have the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore protecting you."

You no longer need my protection, you have no attachment to me whatsoever, and you loathe your identity as a Death Eater.

He paused, looked at Kakarov, and said with a sorrowful expression:

"You won't even kneel down and call me 'master'!"

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