Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Bellatrix recounts what Barty Crouch Jr. said.

Walking into the house, Voldemort sat down on the sofa: "Is Severus so strong now?"

He had already experienced how powerful and cunning Harry Potter was.

That was a level that even he couldn't handle.

although

The current self is just resurrected, not exactly the Voldemort that everyone fears.

"Snape was dealing with Potter, who was in the third year." A Death Eater bowed his head and replied in a low voice.

Oh, third grade.

That's understandable.

Voldemort lowered his head and looked at the wound he had been cut. Now it is green and smelly, and it is gradually eating away at the flesh. Now it is corrupt. If it continues to delay, there is no need for treatment. Direct amputation is worse than any treatment method. works.

"Call Severus back." Voldemort mused for a while, then spoke hoarsely.

He can heal the poison of the basilisk.

After all, the other side in the castle is his dear little pet.

But he wasn't sure there was only basilisk poison on it.

He's good at potions, but not that good.

"Master, your dear godson" a Death Eater exclaimed.

Voldemort gracefully raised his wand, pointed it at the man, and said the spell calmly: "Cruciate!"

He fell down immediately and struggled painfully.

"What are you talking about?" said Voldemort softly. "You're reminding me."

"Voldemort, who was killed once, was completely reduced to a wretch, a wretch saved by his godson."

"So you can't hear a single letter of Voldemort's words, and you have to obey the orders of that dear godson?"

To listen to him, or to Barty Crouch, that's the big question.

The Death Eater shook his head with difficulty, his limbs twitched and twisted into a mess.

"No, my great master, the Death Eaters have only obeyed you from the beginning to the end." He struggled to utter these words from his mouth.

Voldemort sneered: "Why didn't you say it smoothly, but why did you have to grit your teeth like this?"

"Are you serious?"

"Let me take a look."

He waved his wand, and the Death Eater's robe was lifted, revealing his open chest.

With a puff——

The chest was cut open without a trace, exposing the beating heart. Voldemort shook his wand a little more, and the blood vessels burst one by one, and the bright red, vibrant heart flew out, suspended in the air.

"Is this your heart?" Voldemort waved and took it in his hand, "Let me see."

"What a nice heart."

"But why can't I see that it is a heart?"

The Death Eater was lying on the ground, gasping for breath. Even though magic kept him alive, the lack of a heart still put a huge load on his body.

Voldemort played with it as if he was playing with some rare treasure. After a while, he suddenly realized: "Oh, maybe it is indeed a true heart."

He let go.

The heart flew forward and fell back into the man's body.

The Death Eater finally breathed a sigh of relief, as if alive.

"Don't do this next time, okay?" Voldemort whispered, as if respecting him, and greeted him firmly.

The Death Eater trembled, his body hadn't recovered yet, he immediately turned over and knelt down at Voldemort's feet: "Master, my great master, my loyalty to you has never changed."

"Then contact Severus and ask him to come." Voldemort flicked his wand. "At a time like this, we need all the power."

Speaking of which.

The door was opened suddenly.

Lucius Malfoy walked in shivering covered in snow.

"My dear Lucius." Voldemort looked at him, his voice light. "As far as I can remember now, I saw you when you were only a child."

"It's getting so old now."

Lucius knelt down: "Praise your return, great master."

"I don't need praise." Voldemort waved his hand, "My existence is praise."

"I'll tell you about it."

Lucius lowered his head and kissed the ground: "Master, the servant didn't succeed."

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, flicked his wand, and the Cruciatus Curse fell on the old man.

"Failed?" Voldemort sneered. "That's your son, the future heir of the Malfoy family. How dare you tell me that he failed."

He doesn't use much magic.

While making Lucius feel the pain, he can also speak freely: "Master, no, you listen to my explanation."

"He would not embrace the great Death Eater."

Voldemort interrupted him: "He won't?"

"Is it he who doesn't want to, or you don't want to?"

"Malfoy, tell me your answer."

"He, it's him." Lucius twitched and struggled, "Great master, servant, servant dare not lie, he is a rebellious son, after I told him to make him an honorable Death Eater, he He shot at me without hesitation, and he didn't even have my father in his eyes."

"We haven't seen each other for two years, and he's become very strong now."

"Master, I am not his opponent. I lost to him, and he took away the wand."

He lifted his robe with difficulty, revealing the fresh scars on his body.

Voldemort looked.

It was easy to tell whether it was forged by himself or someone else had blown it out, at least for him.

It is an injury that can only be caused by other people's blows.

"Father, son." Voldemort withdrew the spell and sneered, "Family, what a ridiculous word."

He paused for a moment: "Lucius, I'm very disappointed in you."

"You messed up another thing."

Lucius knelt tremblingly and kissed the back of his feet: "Master, please punish me, your loyal servant is willing to bear it."

Voldemort lifted his foot and gave him the honor of kissing his feet: "No, Lucius, my dear friend, you are loyal, and loyal people should be rewarded, although you have done two things wrong."

"But at least it didn't affect my resurrection."

Lucius kissed hard.

Voldemort looked at him with deep eyes: "I heard you had a good relationship with Severus when you were at Hogwarts?"

"Then, I will give you a task."

"Dear Lucius, as soon as possible, mark my words, as soon as possible, get Severus here as soon as possible."

"I need him badly right now."

Lucius raised his head and glanced at his master in disbelief.

Voldemort's face sank: "Why, don't you also follow Crouch's advice and think I shouldn't?"

He gestured to wave his wand.

Lucius shook his head quickly: "No, my great master, your opinion is always the wisest, and your servant will faithfully carry out all your will."

Voldemort nodded in satisfaction: "Very good."

He thought about it, wanted to explain, but quickly gave up.

As the Dark Lord, their master shouldn't open his mouth to explain his mistakes. When will the master explain to his servants?