Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 607 Voldemort and the Death Eaters
Voldemort sat at the head of the table,
In front of him, in front of that long table... stood respectfully in a circle, a transparent and illusory figure in a black robe.

It was the Death Eaters.

They were all hooded and covered their faces.

One by one cautiously lowered their heads, looking at their masters,
The Death Eaters were in extremely complicated moods, but most of them were trembling all over.

Even if they are not here, they are still so scared.

Voldemort sat silently at the table, looking around at the hooded faces.

Whenever his snake-like vertical pupils glowing scarlet fluorescent stared at someone, the Death Eater would immediately tremble and almost fell to his knees.

"Welcome, my former family... Death Eaters!"

On Voldemort's pearly snake face, a strange smile slowly twisted,
The muscles around his 'nose' fluttered slightly as he hissed and whispered, "14 years...it's been 14 years since we last met..."

"You still responded to my call, and came to this narrow and cramped cave through the magic I taught you..."

"Can I expect...you are really sworn, just like yesterday...for the great glory of wizards, purely...united under the Death Eater mark!"

"Can I really trust you guys? Can I?"

Voldemort asked sharply, with a grim expression on his face.

Among the crowd of Death Eaters, some trembled immediately, bending over and kneeling... It looked as if they were about to kneel down in a second.

"do not!"

Voldemort stopped coldly.

His slender nostrils were slightly open, sniffing gently.

"I smell the stench of guilt..."

"Only an incompetent and cowardly wizard would do this...!"

All the black robes trembled, they didn't know what kind of punishment they would face.

"Fourteen years!" Voldemort emphasized again. "How many dark days... I asked myself, my former 'family'... those wizards who swore their allegiance to me to change the entire wizarding world, the Death Eaters who wanted to maintain the purity and glory of wizards, where are they?"

No one spoke, no one dared to move, even breathing stopped at Voldemort's words.

"Wizards who are obsessed with the mysteries of magic I teach them...are they all locked in Azkaban?"

"No, last year I've met warriors who were not cunning... loyal to me, to our once great interests."

"They were imprisoned in Azkaban by those incompetent people from the Ministry of Magic...they were also tortured for 14 years."

"These honorable warriors did not bow their knees to the leader of the Lower Ribas, the protector of Muggles and Mudbloods, under the magic of Dumbledore..."

Voldemort hissed, piercingly, and the Death Eaters were all the more terrified.

"Then there is only one answer, and that is that you must believe that I can't do it, thinking that I was only finished that night... Like a sad and inferior joke, it ended in the hands of a baby who is not yet one year old..."

The Death Eaters were nearly passed out.

"Yes, I heard... the moment I 'fallen', you took refuge among our former enemies, saying that you were deceived and attacked by my Imperius Curse...Some people even directly slandered me, betraying their colleagues like a dog..."

"He doesn't have the guts to come here now, this man will pay the price, and soon, he will be executed..." Voldemort whispered.

At this time, there was a loud roar on the walls around the cave.

Everyone was shocked, but they didn't dare to move, they looked around.

"Quiet!"

Voldemort picked up the wand lying on the table and whispered,

A bright yellow light flashed at the tip of the wand.

The dead silence returned to the room.

The Dark Lord rose from an ornate chair, and continued:
"Well, up to now... I see that most of you are living a good life, and your mana is the same as before... Even some people's lives are still so good..."

Voldemort walked around the circle of Death Eaters, and finally stood beside a certain black robe, saying so.

"Master...Master..." Lucius' voice sounded, he stammered, trembling and didn't know how to answer.

"Don't talk, let me finish..."

"I once told you that I hate two kinds of guys the most... the incompetent and cowardly, and the guys without brains."

"And your performance... took both."

"Didn't you forget that a long time ago... didn't I take measures to prevent my own death?"

"Didn't I show you in many wizard duels and contests? Showed my boundless magic power... strong enough to overcome death."

"You have completely forgotten that I have gone farther than anyone on the road to immortality..."

Voldemort said sternly, "I'm disappointed, very disappointed..."

Lucius trembled, and knelt down without standing still.
This was like a signal, a series of Death Eaters crawled at Voldemort's feet one after another.

They begged and trembled.

Even if their real bodies are not here, they are still terrified.

"Don't be afraid, you are not here, are you? Even I... in this state, it will be very difficult to do anything to you."

"stand up!"

Voldemort snapped.

"As I said, I hate two kinds of people the most, those who are incompetent, cowardly and brainless..."

"That's what you're doing now...'

Voldemort touched his wand, and a red light flashed in his narrowed eyes.

But at this moment, the wooden door in this cave was suddenly opened.

A wizard with a sallow face, hooked nose, and greasy hair, who looked like an old bat, hurried in.

"Snape!" Voldemort's voice suddenly rose normally, "You're late."

Hearing this name, the Death Eaters who were prostrate on the ground started to commotion. Even Lucius raised his head in disbelief and stared at Snape.

The others were muttering, whispering and discussing, and looked at the wizard with some strange eyes.

"Severus! Come here..."

"Sit here!"

Voldemort spoke very gently to Snape.

The Dark Lord pointed to his original seat... the one on the right.

"Master...he, this guy...how did this traitor appear here!"

A sharp and piercing voice suddenly sounded in the room.

The Death Eaters looked up in the direction of the sound,

—they didn't know who was so bold as to interrupt the Dark Lord's conversation.

"Bellatrix!" Voldemort called out the man's name rather displeased.

The woman slowly stepped out of the shadows and appeared before the eyes of the Death Eaters.

At this time, everyone saw the inside story in the room and the current situation of Bellatrix.

On the walls around the room, there are bloody, mutilated, short-legged corpses everywhere, or it can be said that they are movable corpses.
They are like sculptures, with extremely tragic shapes, hung on the walls and on iron chains.

And the woman who came out had thick dark circles on her face, and her skin was a bit oozing white.

Her appearance returned to the appearance of her previous 20s,

Compared to the picture of the crazy woman in the newspaper... It's like being two people.

However, some Death Eaters have already recognized the iconic pair of blood pupils, what exactly do they mean.

"A vampire!"

They muttered, and their words were quite contemptuous.

"Bellatrix, you have to know...it was Severus who saved you!" Voldemort's voice was extremely thin, but clear.

People dared not even gasp aloud as he spoke.

"Don't make me repeat, what I hate the most is incompetence and ignorance... For me, although I can't guarantee that he is [-]% loyal like you, Severus is at least compared to these people in front of me... he is much smarter and self-aware, knowing what use he is to me."

After hearing this, everyone continued to lower their heads and prostrate on the ground, not daring to get up.

"Tell me? Severus... what news have you brought me."

"Master, as you expected...it was indeed Dumbledore who took care of it in Little Hangleton Village."

"Did they bring anything back?"

"There's a ring! With a black gem..."

"--Ah!"

Voldemort pulled a sneer from the corner of his mouth expressionlessly,
The anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed.

He flicked his wand hard,
The corpses hanging on the wall exploded one after another,

Chest ribs, skull... rotten flesh and brains, splashed everywhere.

The inside of this cave room immediately turned into a bloody hell.

Those bone fragments, rotten flesh and black blood splashed in the air, overflowing and flowing on the ground...they passed through the illusory figures of the Death Eaters.

Bellatex hid in the farthest corner of the room in the blink of an eye, and the blood and flesh splashed all over the sky did not stain her body at all.

And Snape flicked his wand lightly, and a small circle around him...

These flesh and bone fragments could not be approached one after another, and were sent flying to other places.

When the Dark Lord's anger subsided, he asked, "Did Dumbledore wear that jeweled ring?"

Snape hesitated, and gave the answer after half a moment, "As far as I know, there shouldn't be any."

Voldemort's red eyes stared intently at Snape's black eyes, as if he wanted to dig open his skull and weigh his brain.

Snape stared at the other party calmly, without looking away.

A moment later, Voldemort waved his wand, and the flesh and blood on the ground turned into black smoke, which spread and rolled over the ground like a cloud and disappeared.

He turned around and lowered his head towards the center of the long table, hissing.

Immediately afterwards, a giant snake snaked out from the bottom of the long table...
It slipped out the door.

Not long after, a small wizard with silver arms appeared in front of everyone.

He has a stooped figure, bald and spotty hair, and a gloomy face, which makes him look very ugly.

"Wormtail, go get the gold cup..."

After Wormtail was ordered to leave, Voldemort turned his attention to Snape and the other Death Eaters.

"Severus! I hope you can bring some good news... about 'him', my most loyal follower..."

"Yes, Master. 'He' asked me to tell you that... everything is ready," said Snape, looking up at Voldemort.

Voldemort gave a strange smile in satisfaction after hearing this,

Then he returned to his seat and sat down again next to Snape.

He casually ordered to the Death Eaters, "Get up..."

The Death Eaters trembled, slowly got up, lowered their heads, and maintained their respect.

Voldemort looked at them and said slowly, "I think you heard it too, my most loyal and useful servant... proved by his actions that 14 years ago, I didn't trust all the wrong people."

"Four Death Eaters are missing here, three died for me, and one cowardly traitor..."

"Others are still in Azkaban. Of course... after a while, I will personally release them and reward them for their loyalty over the years, although last time, their stupidity... messed up such a simple thing."

"However, Voldemort will forgive them. After all, they remain loyal."

"As for you..."

Although these Death Eaters were not here, they still seemed to be able to hear the chattering of everyone's teeth.

"I will remember... these 14 years of living in the dark... the shame that I bring to me every day, you must pay off this account, pay off these debts..."

"Wormtail, and Severus...have begun to pay back a lot."

Everyone bowed their heads in silence, but most of them stared at Snape, full of suspicion.

"As I said, be a wizard who is useful to me, and don't be a rotten scar on our pure-blood wizards."

And at this moment, Wormtail walked in from outside holding a huge golden trophy like a Quidditch trophy.

Inside the mouth of the cup,
They are all some kind of hideous gray-white beetles that accumulate like sand and slowly spread and wriggle.

"Exactly..."

With a wave of Voldemort's hand, the trophy slipped out of Wormtail's hand and floated in front of him.

He took his wand and tapped it,

The golden cup shook like a jelly, splitting into multiple identical golden cups...just one size smaller.

There were also gray and white beetles spreading and wriggling inside.

Then, under Voldemort's command, the trophy slowly floated in front of all the Death Eaters.

He swung his wand again, and the small golden trophies gradually faded to a translucent, half-illusory texture like the Death Eaters.

"Owner……"

"Master... this is?"

The Death Eaters reached out and grabbed the trophy.

Even with some expectations of Voldemort's magic power, they were still incredulous about this scene.

They don't understand how this is done.

How could I give so many trophies to myself who was not here before.

Voldemort didn't explain much, instead he patted the table, and after focusing the eyes of the Death Eaters on himself, he declared:
"Today, I summoned you here not to punish you, but to tell you..."

"Voldemort has not forgotten the great oath he took with the Dark Mark...

"Now, it...is about to become a reality..."

"We... the age of wizards are back!"

(End of this chapter)