The Sons of Grindelwald at Hogwarts

"I smell guilt... There is a stench of guilt in the air." Voldemort's soft voice echoed throughout the cemetery.He stroked his wand lightly, a trace of indifference flashed in his red eyes.

Orlynworth turned his head silently. He is not a perverted killer, and he doesn't want to see this bloody scene at this moment.

He knew exactly what Voldemort was going to do now.

He felt another shudder in the circle of Death Eaters, as if everyone wanted to back off.But dare not move.

Orlynworth laughed a little disdainfully, as if laughing at their cowardice.

"I see you all in good health, and your magic powers are the same as before - so quickly! I asked myself why this gang has not come to help their master? Help the person they swore allegiance to?!" Voldemort's voice echoed on the entire cemetery.

silence--

Harry had been forgotten, his frown restrained over that tombstone.

He twisted his body a little uneasy, as if he wanted to break the ropes that bound him.

Wormtail's cry seemed to be the only sound in the entire cemetery.

"It's just a bunch of cowardly cowards." Orlingworth waved his wand, and a voice reached Harry's ears.

Orlynworth thought thoughtfully, then looked at Harry, looking forward to his expression.

But in order for him not to yell out on the spot, he deliberately replaced that voice with an artificially retarded voice.

Harry was taken aback.Opening his mouth wide, he turned his head and looked around, as if looking for the person who spoke to him.

But obviously, he failed, he didn't find the person who spoke to him, this discovery made him a little vigilant.

"Oh ~ this group of stupid groundhogs!!! Merlin's black stockings... You must not be infected by this group of things with a lot of achnatherum splendens in their brains. Oh ~ my God!"

Orlynworth continued, in a strange voice, in Harry's head.

"Oh ~ don't worry, it's just a bunch of stupid groundhogs ~" (No insult to groundhogs, please don't spray.)

Harry was stunned, not knowing what was going on, only that there was a person in his head that was going crazy.

Orlynworth looked at Voldemort again.

"Perhaps they believed there was a greater power capable of defeating Voldemort, perhaps they had now pledged their allegiance to someone else... perhaps the leader of the Lower Ribbons, the protector of the Mudbloods and Muggles... Albus Dumbledore?" Voldemort was still giving his passionate speech, standing in the middle of the cemetery as if he had some serious illness, with his arms outstretched, shouting frantically.

Hearing Dumbledore's name, the members of the circle became agitated, some muttered and shook their heads, but Voldemort ignored them.

Oliver frowned.

Finding that the link hadn't started yet, he turned around speechlessly.

Damn it, he has to go back and hug his little boyfriend and hold him high. He doesn't have time to spend here with Voldemort!

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after awhile.

As if he had predicted it long ago, he covered his ears, trying not to listen to the screams of those Death Eaters.

After a few minutes.

He let go of his hand expressionlessly, then turned around mechanically, and looked at the man who was panting on the ground.

It appears to be Avery.

He thought blankly.