[Comprehensive] The correct posture of fooling the savior

Harry changed into a dress and entered the banquet under the guidance of Barty Crouch.

This is a very Slytherin-style place, with overall silver-green decoration, free-to-take meals on both sides, lighted lights, and exquisite embellishments.The chandelier on the dome shines brightly, reflecting silver tableware, transparent and elegant goblets, champagne bottles with slender necks, and various fragrant flowers that bloom in season or out of season.

To Harry's surprise, there were not many people at the banquet, and he expected to see a large number of Voldemort's followers.

"It hasn't started yet," Batty said as if he could see what he was thinking. "The people present here have only been called in advance."

Harry looked around at the people who had already arrived. They were dressed in dress robes, well-groomed, and chatting quietly, which did not match the image of the Death Eaters he had imagined at all.What's even more strange is that he recognized a person——

The headmaster of Durmstrang, Karkaroff, stayed alone in the corner, staring at him with wide eyes, with a dull expression, as if seeing a troll dancing in front of him: "Ha...Harry?"

Barty Crouch made a silent gesture to him, Karkaroff quickly shut his mouth, and gave Barty a flattering smile.

Batty didn't give any reply, he glanced at him almost with contempt, even hatred, and took Harry away.

"Ignore him," Barty said to Harry, "he's a cowardly useless fellow who'll stab you like hell, and that's all he can do—oh, master!" His voice rose suddenly. High and full of surprises.

The sound of "Master" woke up the entire banquet, and all the people in the audience came over, shouted for Master, and paid tribute to the Dark Lord. Although there were not many people present, it also squeezed Harry out of the circle.

Harry didn't pay any attention to it, either, dumbfounded, dumbfounded, or whatever other words were used to describe his shock, looking straight at the Dark Lord.

Harry knew that the Dark Lord was very handsome, but Harry didn't usually pay attention to his appearance—oh, it was still a man's face, and his daily life was slovenly.Oh yes, the dark lord is handsome, so what, he's not the lord because of his face.

But now, now!

Her long black hair was tied up by a headband, and her complexion became fairer against the background. Under the magic brilliance of the crystal lamp, it was almost white and transparent; her red eyes were like the most precious rubies, like a burning flame, like a pregnant woman. Thousands of mysteries, light waves flowing, shallow and deep, buried endless secrets; his long figure, his straight nose bridge, his delicate outline, his slender fingers, his exquisite dress, his lofty indifference, His eyes overlooking everything, his elegant every move, his charming words.

What Harry thought of was Helen, the alluring beauty who caused the Chloe War in the legend, Judith who bewitched Holofernes and cut off his head, and led to the defeat of the Assyrian army, and who made Epimetheus infatuated. The Pandora who opened the magic box was Dalila who tempted the Hebrew hero Samson to reveal the source of divine power.Harry suddenly understood what the power of beauty is, how powerful beauty is, and how those beauties in history made their heroes bow down under their pomegranate skirts.

Perhaps this analogy is not suitable, the Dark Lord does not need to seduce anything, what he wants is to conquer.

His aura overwhelmed everything, he naturally became the focus of the audience as soon as he appeared, everyone bowed their waists in front of him, this exquisitely decorated banquet was infinitely weakened by his aura.

In front of him, no one would pay attention to the mellow red wine, the chandelier overhead, and the exquisite meals. Everyone was staring at their king, their master, the person they swore to be loyal to forever.

"...Let's spread out, we have other friends to welcome." When Harry finally regained his senses, the Dark Lord had finished talking with his servants.He exchanged thoughtful glances with Harry, who was staring at him blankly—Harry's face flushed—and told the crowd to disperse, "The banquet is about to begin."

Harry stayed in a corner, waiting for the feast to start, and watched the Dark Lord surreptitiously - almost all the audience did.

The Dark Lord sat at the head of the hall, leaning on the throne leisurely.Nagini was entrenched at his feet, hissing something - it was a little far away, and Harry couldn't quite hear the serpent's words, and besides, Harry's attention was always involuntarily being touched by the Dark Lord. Nagini's hand was taken away: long fingers caressed Nagini's head with a tenderness that almost made people jealous.

Batty seemed to say something, and then he knelt down in front of the Dark Lord, lifted his sleeves, and revealed the ferocious Dark Mark.The Dark Lord's right hand finally left Nagini's head and pressed the mark.

Harry heard Barty let out a groan of pain, and the mark turned pitch black, but Barty didn't care, just looking at his Master eagerly.

Suddenly the blast of wizard Apparition resounded in the air, one after another.Hooded and masked wizards, so out of tune with the style of the banquet, arrived one by one, and there was a slight rustle in the air, the sound of their cloaks as they walked cautiously. .The action seemed extremely hesitant, as if they couldn't believe their eyes.

The Dark Lord sat silently on the throne, Barty Crouch knelt down, kissed the hem of his master's robe, then stood up slowly, and backed away.

As if for demonstration purposes, a Death Eater fell to his knees, crawled up to the Dark Lord, and kissed the hem of his black robe.

"Master...Master..." he whispered.

The same was true of the Death Eaters behind him, each kneeling and crawling up to the Dark Lord, kissing his robes, and then stepping aside to stand up and wait in silence.

After everyone saluted, the Dark Lord said, "Welcome, Death Eaters."

He looked around at the hooded faces. Although there was no wind, there seemed to be a slight rustling in the circle, as if the circle trembled.

The Dark Lord continued calmly, "Fourteen years, it's been fourteen years since we last gathered. But you still answer my call like yesterday. That means we're still united under the Dark Mark, aren't we?"

He raised his head and sniffed lightly—this action was done by him, elegant and cold.

"I smell guilt," he said. "There's a stink of guilt in the air."

The circle trembled again, and it seemed that everyone wanted to step back, but dared not move.

"I see you, all healthy and as good as ever - arrived so quickly! - I ask myself...why haven't these wizards come to help their masters and those they swore eternal allegiance to?"

No one spoke, no one dared to move.Batty puffed up his chest with a little pride.

"I answered myself," said the Dark Lord softly, "that they must have believed me, thought I was finished. They slipped back among my enemies and said they were innocent, ignorant, bewitched..."

"I asked myself again, but why do they believe I won't make a comeback? Don't they know that I took measures to prevent death a long time ago? Didn't they witness me countless times when I was stronger than any wizard? Prove that you have unlimited potential?"

"I answer to myself, maybe they believe there is a greater power that can defeat the Dark Lord... maybe they have pledged their allegiance to someone else now... maybe it's the leader of the rubbish, the protector of the Mudbloods and Muggles, no Si Dumbledore?"

Hearing Dumbledore's name, the people commotioned, some muttered and shook their heads.The Dark Lord ignored it.

"It disappoints me...I admit I am disappointed..."

One of the people in the circle suddenly fell to the ground, prostrate at the feet of the Dark Lord, shaking from head to toe.

"Master!" he screamed. "Master, forgive me! Forgive us!"

The Dark Lord sneered and raised his wand: "Cruciate!"

The Death Eater on the ground writhed and screamed in pain.

Barty stared at him, and Harry felt it was almost written on his face: deserved it.

The Dark Lord raised his wand.The executed Death Eater lay flat on the ground, panting heavily.

"Get up, Avery," said the Dark Lord softly, "stand up. You beg me to forgive? I won't forgive. I won't forget. Thirteen long years... I want you to pay off your debts for thirteen years, and then will forgive you. Wormtail has paid some debts, hasn't he, Wormtail?"

Wormtail, who suddenly became the focus, was very disturbed.The guy was an early draftee, too, but even in his tuxedo he looked like a cowering mouse, and 12 years of pretending to be a pet mouse almost reshaped his character.

"Yes, Master," Wormtail said hastily, "Thank you for giving me my arm, thank you..."

Harry noticed that most of the people were looking at his beautiful, muscular arms, gleaming silver.

"I hope your loyalty will not waver again, Wormtail," said the Dark Lord.

"No, my master...never, my master..."

The Dark Lord stood up, the hem of his black robe rippling in a very beautiful arc - oh my God, Harry was desperate to find that he was always paying attention to some messy details today.

"Lucius, my cunning friend," the Dark Lord said in a low voice, stopping in front of a man on his right, "I hear that you have not given up on your past deeds, despite your sanctimonious appearance in front of the world. face. I'm sure you're still willing to take the lead in torturing Muggles? But you never went looking for me, Lucius... It was interesting what you did at the Quidditch World Cup... but if you put your energy into finding and helping Isn't it better to be above your master?"

"Master, I have been very careful," Lucius Malfoy's voice quickly came from under the hood, "As long as there is any signal from you, as long as there are any rumors about your whereabouts, I will immediately rush to your side , nothing can stop me—"

"But last summer when a loyal Death Eater launched my mark into the air, you escaped," said the Dark Lord lazily—and Mr. Malfoy snapped shut, "Yeah, I knew all about that." , Lucius...you let me down...I hope you will serve me more faithfully in the future."

"Of course, Master, of course...you are generous, thank you..."

The Dark Lord took two steps, stopped, and stared at the other person: "Oh, my Potions Master, Severus, I thought you were already running towards Dumbledore's arms, but I really didn't expect you to come back!" See you again."

Snape's voice came from under the hood - Harry's eyes widened in shock - and he said, "No, Master, I have been watching Dumbledore as you have ordered."

The Dark Lord smiled, he didn't say anything, and continued walking.He passed some Death Eaters without saying a word, and stopped before others.

"McNeill...Wormtail told me that you are exterminating dangerous beasts for the Ministry of Magic? There will soon be something better for you to destroy, McNeill, and the Dark Lord will provide..."

"Thank you, master... thank you." McNeill murmured.

"Ah,"—the Dark Lord approached the two largest, hooded figures—"Crabbe...you'll do better this time, won't you, Crabbe? And you, Goyle?"

The two bowed awkwardly and muttered foolishly.

"Yes, master..."

"Yes, master..."

"What about you, Nott?" the Dark Lord whispered to a hunchback in Mr. Goyle's shadow.

"Master, I prostrate myself in front of you, I am your most loyal—"

"Enough," said the Dark Lord.

He sat back on the throne.