Gibbon, I'll give you one last chance to remember who your master is and don't do stupid things again."

Voldemort waved his wand lightly, and Gibbon, who was hanging upside down in the air, fell onto the long table.

At this time, Gibbon was completely overwhelmed by this sudden surprise.

With tears streaming down his face, he knelt down on the long table and kowtowed to Voldemort.

While knocking, he was still mumbling words of gratitude in his mouth.

And when this scene fell into Karkaroff's eyes, his originally gloomy and despairing face became a little more rosy.

"As for you, Karkaroff."

Voldemort's voice sounded again.

Karkaroff immediately became energetic.

He grinned and looked at Voldemort with a flattering expression, his eyes full of expectation and pleading.

The corner of Voldemort's mouth raised a sinister smile, and he said word by word:

"Unforgivable!"

These four words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Karkaroff's head hard, making him dizzy and almost fainting.

After reacting, Karkaroff began to struggle desperately, trying to break free from the invisible ropes tied to his body.

"Unfair! This is unfair! How can Gibbon be exempted? I want to report! Gibbon must die. He also provided information about the Death Eaters to the Ministry of Magic... and Severus Snape, why can he

Sitting here safe and sound? He is obviously the biggest traitor! He took refuge in Dumbledore, this shameless..."

Karkaroff's voice stopped abruptly.

This was not because Voldemort had attacked him.

Instead, Gibbon, who had been exonerated earlier, had already pounced on Karkaroff.

"You despicable traitor, how dare you slander me! I am innocent... I will tear your mouth apart!"

Gibbon roared angrily while tearing Karkaroff's mouth apart, looking like an evil ghost.

This scene caused a burst of jeers around the table.

At this time, Voldemort held John's shoulders and said in a sarcastic tone:

"Look, look, this is really interesting. Both of them had resigned themselves to their fate. Although they were going to die like cowards, they did not resist or complain.

John, do you know what gives them this power?

It's just that either one of them knows that there is another person beside him who is as scared as himself.

It's nothing more than knowing that someone is going to die just like me.

It's just that someone wants to be executed before me!

Take two sheep to the butcher, take two cows to the butcher, and then let one of them understand that its companion will not die. Lo and behold, the sheep will bleat and the cow will moo.

.

But what about people?

Karkaroff keeps biting, desperately trying to pull more people into the water and let more people die with him.

And Gibbon was even crazier.

He wanted to kill Karkaroff just to silence him.

What a despicable person—"

Voldemort raised his voice, opened his hands and said:

"This is the best sacrifice before our war begins!"

As soon as the word 'sacrifice' came out, little Barty had already climbed onto the long table with a grin.

He pulled Gibbon away, and then pointed the wand at Karkaroff.

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

"ah--"

Screams resounded throughout the living room, while the Death Eaters were laughing wildly.

John's expression did not change and he said slowly:

"Is the war about to begin?"

Voldemort nodded and said coldly:
Chapter completed!