Chapter 404 The truth 3 years ago, Dumbledore's protection
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Jing Shen Tian Si
"Get up, Lucius." Voldemort said expressionlessly, "For the sake of your loyalty, I don't blame you for now, I hope you can continue to serve me well in the future."
"Of course, master, thank you for your generosity." Lucius said.
Voldemort looked at the others and said coldly: "13 years, 13 long years.
I want you to pay off 13 years of debt before I forgive you. "
"Master." Peter Pettigrew weakly raised his left hand, "I'm back."
"You did pay some debts." Voldemort said indifferently, "but not because of loyalty, but because of fear. You are afraid that your old friends will settle accounts with you."
Pettigrew curled up, clutching his right hand in fear and trembling.
"You've been of use, though, especially these past few months, Wormtail.
Voldemort will not treat those who have helped him. "Voldemort swiped his wand across Peter Pettigrew's severed hand, and a gleaming silver palm seamlessly connected with his severed arm.
Pettigrew no longer felt the pain, he tried to shake the silver hand, the feeling of being connected by blood made his breathing heavy, "Master, thank you, master."
"I hope you will not waver in your loyalty to me, Wormtail."
"No, master, absolutely not."
"The Lestranges should be here, they are loyal and would rather be imprisoned in Azkaban than betray me.
When Azkaban is breached, they will be rewarded beyond their dreams. Dementors are our natural allies. We will recall the banished giants. I will find all my loyal servants and regain a group of people. Fantastic Beasts to Dread...
Lucius, I believe you are still willing to take the lead in torturing Muggles...McNeil, you are exterminating dangerous beasts for the Ministry of Magic, there are better things for you to destroy...Crabbe, Goyle ..."
Voldemort made a cake for his Death Eaters like a capitalist. He made a clear division of power and gave them conditions they craved but could not meet now.
But the Death Eaters are convinced of this, because they had a similar power more than ten years ago.
Harry and the others felt their scalps tingling and their hearts jumping with fear.
How old they were when the Dark Lord's power overwhelmed the wizarding world, and knew little about it.
When I grow up, I have no interest in knowing it, and I have no chance to know it, because everyone around me keeps it secret.
"No wonder my father said it was the darkest moment in the wizarding world." Cedric said desperately, "But we may not have the chance to see it."
"It seems that the magic world is about to fall into chaos again." Aaron sighed, "But this has nothing to do with me. No matter how chaotic the world is, Gaius can survive alone."
The four of them looked at Aaron in unison, not understanding where he had the confidence to say such a thing.
"There are still a few people here who haven't come." Voldemort shook his head. "Three died for me, one didn't have the guts to come back, he will pay the price, and one I think left me forever, he will be executed .
But I'm relieved that my most loyal servant is still here, eh Crouch? "
Fake Moody walked up to the crowd with a proud face, and the effect of the compound decoction was just in time.
His size began to change dramatically, the scars on his face disappeared, his hair turned a blond, his prosthetic limbs were squeezed out by real legs, and a real eye replaced the dribbling magic eyeball.
Barty Crouch Jr. appeared in everyone's sight. He scanned the other Death Eaters, his eyes full of disdain and ridicule.
After all, the merit lies here, and the Dark Lord can be resurrected, he is definitely the biggest contributor.
"At Hogwarts, my loyal servant brought a little friend here through his hard work." Voldemort looked at the bound Harry Potter, and mocked indifferently: "Harry Potter , I heard that the popularity is as high as mine.
But what got me even more excited was that he brought another guest, Aaron Gaius. "
"Hello." Aaron raised his hand in embarrassment, and then looked at Voldemort, "Can I untie the three of them? There should be no need to guard against us now!"
"random."
"And our wands."
Voldemort gave little Barty a wink, and the other party immediately returned the four wands.
Aaron untied the ropes of the three, and handed out the wands to their hands one by one.
"Give it back to us so easily?" Fu Rong asked in disbelief.
"He was very weak just now, and a little accident may interrupt his resurrection ceremony, but now he crushed us like an ant, there is no need to guard against it at all." Aaron said seriously, "The magic wand has the most It gives you a little bit of an unrealistic sense of security, but our situation hasn't changed in the slightest."
"What about Harry?" Cedric asked in a low voice.
"Brother, can you have some eyesight?
Do you think you guys can compare with Harry Potter? "
Aaron was speechless, Voldemort was obviously going to use Harry Potter, and announced his return in a high-profile manner.
As a prisoner, you ask others to let your enemy go. What is the difference between that and death.
"Knowledge of the times, that's what I admire most about you." Voldemort appreciated, "If they make this request to me, I will kill them without hesitation.
A mediocre Hufflepuff, Durmstrang's douchebag, and a Beauxbaton's vase are of no value to me. "
The three of them were extremely angry when they heard this, but they were speechless, even if they had the courage to refute, they didn't know what to say.
They are just the pride of heaven in the magic school, while the opponent is the notorious Dark Lord, they are not at the same level at all.
"The Boy Who Lived." Voldemort walked up to Harry Potter, "Your legend is made up of lies. Do you want me to tell the truth about that night 13 years ago? Do you want me to tell you what it is?" To make me lose my magic?"
"Do you want to say it?"
Voldemort turned to look at the group of Death Eaters, determined to satisfy their curiosity, and also made a reasonable explanation for his failure 13 years ago.
"Because of love, when that lovely Lily Potter gave her life to save her only son, with the utmost protection.
It's an ancient magic that I should have remembered but foolishly ignored. "
"Blood Protection Curse." Aaron murmured, "Harry is considered lucky. He willingly sacrificed his life for the blood relatives he loves. This is the most touching power in human history."
"That's right, that curse bounced my Death Curse back on me, but... do you know why they are called Death Eaters?" Voldemort asked meaningfully, "Conquering death, I am in the realm of immortality. Go farther than anyone on the road.
I just met a small test, and although it took a little longer, I passed it without a doubt. "
Aaron: …
It's the first time I've seen someone who can express their fear of death so freshly and refinedly.
"Thirteen years of lingering on, when I no longer even imagined that my faithful Death Eaters would come looking for me, Wormtail found me.
Because he was afraid that his former friends would trouble him, he needed a backer.
Fate favored Voldemort. He accidentally met a witch from the Ministry of Magic, Bertha Jorkins, and subdued her unexpectedly.
We've got very useful information, the Triwizard Tournament, and news of a faithful servant. "
"Then you controlled Crouch, rescued Barty Jr., and then teamed up to subdue Alastor Moody, and used his hair to continuously make Polyjuice Potion, so that Barty Crouch Jr. could enter Hogwarts, and put his name into the trophy of the Triwizard Tournament." Aaron said after thinking, "As for the purpose, it should be Harry's blood!"
"It's an ancient dark magic." Voldemort explained with a laugh, "The meat of the servant is ready, the bone of the father has chosen this place, the blood of the enemy... There are too many choices, but only haha Leigh Potter's blood was the most suitable, because it would break the spell his mother had put on him."
"There is a small question. If you just want Harry's blood, there is no need to go through so much effort, right?" Aaron asked puzzled. Harry Potter is the most troublesome person in Hogwarts. Man, the number of times he has been injured in the past few years is beyond count, and it seems that it is not easy to get his blood.
"Because he is so well protected, he doesn't even know it.
Dumbledore made too many arrangements for him, and that Muggle family was a torture for him, but he didn't know that as long as there were relatives around, I couldn't even touch him.
And what about Hogwarts?I can't hurt Dumbledore right under the nose of Dumbledore.
But leaving these two places, he mingled with that Muggle-loving wizarding family from morning till night.
It's hard to get an order, and the Ministry of Magic will go all out to search again. "
Hearing this, Aaron clicked his tongue secretly, inexplicably sympathizing with Voldemort for a second in his heart.
At the same time, he also thought of his bodyguard team. They seemed to be diligent and hardworking, protecting him in the dark for more than ten years.
But the chain will be lost at critical moments. For example, now, his distress signal has been sent out for more than ten minutes, and no one has come, not a single one.
"But it's okay, the situation has changed now." Voldemort raised his arm suddenly, and pressed the scar on Harry's forehead with his pale and slender fingers, "I can touch you now."
Harry felt a sharp pain in his head, but he couldn't even struggle because he was bound to the statue.
"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"
Ah!
The severe pain struck again, and Harry kept twitching, rolling his eyes in pain.
He felt like his heart was being eaten by insects, and all the bones in his body were being cut by knives.
The painful torture made his life worse than death, and even coma seemed to be a luxury.
Cedric couldn't stand it anymore, and was about to raise his wand to stop Voldemort, but Aaron took a step ahead.
A blue light hit Voldemort straight, but it was blocked by Little Barty before it got close, but Voldemort also interrupted the torture of Harry because of this episode.
"Of course, master, thank you for your generosity." Lucius said.
Voldemort looked at the others and said coldly: "13 years, 13 long years.
I want you to pay off 13 years of debt before I forgive you. "
"Master." Peter Pettigrew weakly raised his left hand, "I'm back."
"You did pay some debts." Voldemort said indifferently, "but not because of loyalty, but because of fear. You are afraid that your old friends will settle accounts with you."
Pettigrew curled up, clutching his right hand in fear and trembling.
"You've been of use, though, especially these past few months, Wormtail.
Voldemort will not treat those who have helped him. "Voldemort swiped his wand across Peter Pettigrew's severed hand, and a gleaming silver palm seamlessly connected with his severed arm.
Pettigrew no longer felt the pain, he tried to shake the silver hand, the feeling of being connected by blood made his breathing heavy, "Master, thank you, master."
"I hope you will not waver in your loyalty to me, Wormtail."
"No, master, absolutely not."
"The Lestranges should be here, they are loyal and would rather be imprisoned in Azkaban than betray me.
When Azkaban is breached, they will be rewarded beyond their dreams. Dementors are our natural allies. We will recall the banished giants. I will find all my loyal servants and regain a group of people. Fantastic Beasts to Dread...
Lucius, I believe you are still willing to take the lead in torturing Muggles...McNeil, you are exterminating dangerous beasts for the Ministry of Magic, there are better things for you to destroy...Crabbe, Goyle ..."
Voldemort made a cake for his Death Eaters like a capitalist. He made a clear division of power and gave them conditions they craved but could not meet now.
But the Death Eaters are convinced of this, because they had a similar power more than ten years ago.
Harry and the others felt their scalps tingling and their hearts jumping with fear.
How old they were when the Dark Lord's power overwhelmed the wizarding world, and knew little about it.
When I grow up, I have no interest in knowing it, and I have no chance to know it, because everyone around me keeps it secret.
"No wonder my father said it was the darkest moment in the wizarding world." Cedric said desperately, "But we may not have the chance to see it."
"It seems that the magic world is about to fall into chaos again." Aaron sighed, "But this has nothing to do with me. No matter how chaotic the world is, Gaius can survive alone."
The four of them looked at Aaron in unison, not understanding where he had the confidence to say such a thing.
"There are still a few people here who haven't come." Voldemort shook his head. "Three died for me, one didn't have the guts to come back, he will pay the price, and one I think left me forever, he will be executed .
But I'm relieved that my most loyal servant is still here, eh Crouch? "
Fake Moody walked up to the crowd with a proud face, and the effect of the compound decoction was just in time.
His size began to change dramatically, the scars on his face disappeared, his hair turned a blond, his prosthetic limbs were squeezed out by real legs, and a real eye replaced the dribbling magic eyeball.
Barty Crouch Jr. appeared in everyone's sight. He scanned the other Death Eaters, his eyes full of disdain and ridicule.
After all, the merit lies here, and the Dark Lord can be resurrected, he is definitely the biggest contributor.
"At Hogwarts, my loyal servant brought a little friend here through his hard work." Voldemort looked at the bound Harry Potter, and mocked indifferently: "Harry Potter , I heard that the popularity is as high as mine.
But what got me even more excited was that he brought another guest, Aaron Gaius. "
"Hello." Aaron raised his hand in embarrassment, and then looked at Voldemort, "Can I untie the three of them? There should be no need to guard against us now!"
"random."
"And our wands."
Voldemort gave little Barty a wink, and the other party immediately returned the four wands.
Aaron untied the ropes of the three, and handed out the wands to their hands one by one.
"Give it back to us so easily?" Fu Rong asked in disbelief.
"He was very weak just now, and a little accident may interrupt his resurrection ceremony, but now he crushed us like an ant, there is no need to guard against it at all." Aaron said seriously, "The magic wand has the most It gives you a little bit of an unrealistic sense of security, but our situation hasn't changed in the slightest."
"What about Harry?" Cedric asked in a low voice.
"Brother, can you have some eyesight?
Do you think you guys can compare with Harry Potter? "
Aaron was speechless, Voldemort was obviously going to use Harry Potter, and announced his return in a high-profile manner.
As a prisoner, you ask others to let your enemy go. What is the difference between that and death.
"Knowledge of the times, that's what I admire most about you." Voldemort appreciated, "If they make this request to me, I will kill them without hesitation.
A mediocre Hufflepuff, Durmstrang's douchebag, and a Beauxbaton's vase are of no value to me. "
The three of them were extremely angry when they heard this, but they were speechless, even if they had the courage to refute, they didn't know what to say.
They are just the pride of heaven in the magic school, while the opponent is the notorious Dark Lord, they are not at the same level at all.
"The Boy Who Lived." Voldemort walked up to Harry Potter, "Your legend is made up of lies. Do you want me to tell the truth about that night 13 years ago? Do you want me to tell you what it is?" To make me lose my magic?"
"Do you want to say it?"
Voldemort turned to look at the group of Death Eaters, determined to satisfy their curiosity, and also made a reasonable explanation for his failure 13 years ago.
"Because of love, when that lovely Lily Potter gave her life to save her only son, with the utmost protection.
It's an ancient magic that I should have remembered but foolishly ignored. "
"Blood Protection Curse." Aaron murmured, "Harry is considered lucky. He willingly sacrificed his life for the blood relatives he loves. This is the most touching power in human history."
"That's right, that curse bounced my Death Curse back on me, but... do you know why they are called Death Eaters?" Voldemort asked meaningfully, "Conquering death, I am in the realm of immortality. Go farther than anyone on the road.
I just met a small test, and although it took a little longer, I passed it without a doubt. "
Aaron: …
It's the first time I've seen someone who can express their fear of death so freshly and refinedly.
"Thirteen years of lingering on, when I no longer even imagined that my faithful Death Eaters would come looking for me, Wormtail found me.
Because he was afraid that his former friends would trouble him, he needed a backer.
Fate favored Voldemort. He accidentally met a witch from the Ministry of Magic, Bertha Jorkins, and subdued her unexpectedly.
We've got very useful information, the Triwizard Tournament, and news of a faithful servant. "
"Then you controlled Crouch, rescued Barty Jr., and then teamed up to subdue Alastor Moody, and used his hair to continuously make Polyjuice Potion, so that Barty Crouch Jr. could enter Hogwarts, and put his name into the trophy of the Triwizard Tournament." Aaron said after thinking, "As for the purpose, it should be Harry's blood!"
"It's an ancient dark magic." Voldemort explained with a laugh, "The meat of the servant is ready, the bone of the father has chosen this place, the blood of the enemy... There are too many choices, but only haha Leigh Potter's blood was the most suitable, because it would break the spell his mother had put on him."
"There is a small question. If you just want Harry's blood, there is no need to go through so much effort, right?" Aaron asked puzzled. Harry Potter is the most troublesome person in Hogwarts. Man, the number of times he has been injured in the past few years is beyond count, and it seems that it is not easy to get his blood.
"Because he is so well protected, he doesn't even know it.
Dumbledore made too many arrangements for him, and that Muggle family was a torture for him, but he didn't know that as long as there were relatives around, I couldn't even touch him.
And what about Hogwarts?I can't hurt Dumbledore right under the nose of Dumbledore.
But leaving these two places, he mingled with that Muggle-loving wizarding family from morning till night.
It's hard to get an order, and the Ministry of Magic will go all out to search again. "
Hearing this, Aaron clicked his tongue secretly, inexplicably sympathizing with Voldemort for a second in his heart.
At the same time, he also thought of his bodyguard team. They seemed to be diligent and hardworking, protecting him in the dark for more than ten years.
But the chain will be lost at critical moments. For example, now, his distress signal has been sent out for more than ten minutes, and no one has come, not a single one.
"But it's okay, the situation has changed now." Voldemort raised his arm suddenly, and pressed the scar on Harry's forehead with his pale and slender fingers, "I can touch you now."
Harry felt a sharp pain in his head, but he couldn't even struggle because he was bound to the statue.
"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"
Ah!
The severe pain struck again, and Harry kept twitching, rolling his eyes in pain.
He felt like his heart was being eaten by insects, and all the bones in his body were being cut by knives.
The painful torture made his life worse than death, and even coma seemed to be a luxury.
Cedric couldn't stand it anymore, and was about to raise his wand to stop Voldemort, but Aaron took a step ahead.
A blue light hit Voldemort straight, but it was blocked by Little Barty before it got close, but Voldemort also interrupted the torture of Harry because of this episode.
