The Dark Mark on Bellatrix's arm turned pitch black.
An incomparably dark magical aura emanated from it, and a very painful look appeared on her face. Still, she held back and did not cry out.
"Bella, you said how many more people would come after feeling it."
Admiring his pale and slender fingers, Voldemort said casually.
Now Voldemort has changed into the appearance of the noseless man like in the original movie. Not only is he not ashamed, but he is also very pleased that he is much more similar to snakes.
"My Lord, all those who betray you will get my furious revenge."
Bellatrix lowered her head, hoping Voldemort could see her determination.
Voldemort patted her shoulder in praise, and his eyes fell on Harry in the distance.
The magic shock just now also made Harry successfully escape. At this time, he was holding his wand and looking at Voldemort nervously.
Harry has just had many occasions to attack Voldemort.
But his intuition told him that if he attacked rashly, he would die.
Voldemort did not see his movements but fell into memory.
"Harry Potter. Your mother beat me once thirteen years ago with magic I don't understand."
"The hill behind you is the Gaunt ancestral home, where my mother came from, and she fell in love with a lowly muggle."
"See? The place you were standing just now was my father's grave, who also gave me a mean Muggle name - Tom Riddle."
Harry was a little stunned by this series of messages, especially the last one.
"Gaunt's ancestral home? Are you and Alvin related?"
Hearing this name, Voldemort frowned. Looking at the bare mountaintop, a burst of anger surged out of his heart.
Last year, when he got rid of Dumbledore's pursuit and returned to England, Gaunt's ancestral home became the best base in his mind.
But when he came there, he found that more than a dozen wizards were already guarding the place and remodeling the entire house.
Later, the entire Gaunt ancestral house was hidden with the Fidelius Charm, just as James Potter did.
And he who has not yet recovered his strength did not dare to make a rash move. So he could only surrender his future lair and find Crabbe and Goyle in embarrassment.
This further deepened Voldemort's hatred for Alvin.
At this moment, the air was suddenly filled with the sound.
Between the graves and in the jungle, wizards were constantly Apparating, all wearing hoods and covering their faces. Harry immediately thought of the group of wanton murderers during the World Cup.
It was the Death Eaters.
However, the Death Eaters at this time had long since lost their arrogance, and everyone walked very slowly, cautiously approaching Voldemort.
"M...My Lord."
A Death Eater called in a low voice. Knelt down five meters away from Voldemort, crawled to his side, kissed his robe, and silently stepped aside.
Others also do it and form a circle surrounding Voldemort.
"Welcome, my friends." said Voldemort calmly, "Thirteen years it's been, and yet, here you stand as if it were only yesterday."
"I confess myself... disappointed."
Speaking of this, Voldemort's words changed, and the air was filled with murderous intent. "Not one of you tried to find me..."
No one spoke, and no one dared to move.
"I can only comfort myself." he said softly, "That you are too stupid to find me."
"Yes, Master! I have tried, but I have found nothing. Please forgive me!"
A Death Eater couldn't wait to show his loyalty, hoping to be forgiven by Voldemort.
"Crucio!"
But what he got was not forgiveness but cruel torture.
Harry watched the Death Eater twist and screamed in pain, but he didn't sympathize.
He just hoped that someone around could hear what was going on here.
Finally, Voldemort stopped casting spells, leaving the Death Eater half-dead and twitching.
"Avery, you beg my forgiveness? It's impossible."
"The humiliation I have suffered in these thirteen years will be repaid with the rest of your life."
Glancing at the audience, Voldemort noticed something wrong again.
"Why are there so many people missing? What about the other?"
"Masters... They were dealt with by Gaunt during the World Cup."
Voldemort's heart was annoyed. Alvin again!
Why is he always against me!?
"Boom!"
A sound of breaking sounded, representing another wizard's Apparition to arrive here.
Harry's eyes widened, staring at the man in disbelief.
"Mr. Bagman?"
Barty Jr. ignored Harry's astonishment, walked to Voldemort's side, and bowed deeply.
The Death Eaters kneeling on the ground, whispered.
They don't remember that Ludo Bagman was one of them.
"My most loyal servant is here. Barty, You can now let go of this disgusting appearance."
While speaking, Voldemort tapped Barty Jr. with his wand, and he returned to his original appearance.
Now the Death Eaters understood what was going on.
It turned out that Barty Jr. had sneaked into the Ministry of Magic, replacing Ludo Bagman's identity.
Many people still remember this ruthless man.
After Voldemort disappeared, many Death Eaters sensed something was wrong and chose to be safe.
They all distance themselves from their relationship with Voldemort.
But Barty Jr. and Lestrange are still frantically looking for the traces of Voldemort.
In the end, they also tortured the Longbottoms.
Many people knew Barty Jr. had died in Azkaban, but he appeared here.
Is Azkaban, known as the most terrifying prison, a sieve? Three prisoners have come out.
"Master," said Barty Jr. "Crabbe and Goyle are on their way. Their mission has failed, and he has gone to Dumbledore."
Voldemort waved his hand indifferently. "Don't worry. Since the plan is successful, we can leave him alive. After all, he is your father."
"Now that you're here, it's time for our next entertainment project to begin."