Link couldn't understand this at all!

Because Dumbledore has Phoenix Fox, others may be blocked by the anti-phantom appearance curse, but Dumbledore is absolutely impossible!

Pick! Pick!

Voldemort walked barefoot on the semi-crystalline hardened ground, making crisp footsteps.

As the footsteps got closer, Link also raised his head tenaciously and looked at Voldemort.

"Do you still think Dumbledore is better than me and will be the ultimate winner?"

Voldemort asked Link loudly, his face filled with a smug and twisted expression.

Link ignored Voldemort's power and looked at Voldemort with expressionless face.

Although the magic power in his body is already at an extremely low level, he still has the power of the last blow.

And now all he has to do is wait for the opportunity.

Voldemort was not angry when he saw this, but just gently stroked the head of the giant python of Lihuo and said:

"Link, I hope you can understand one thing, that is, we are actually the same kind of people. That guy Dumbledore can't teach you anything at all. He is so hypocritical that he feels instinctive fear when facing geniuses like you and me, and he doesn't want to put us in a cage!

You are now in the cage he woven with love, and as a similar person, I really can't bear to face such a tragic treatment.

So, Link! Even though you just rejected me not long ago, I am still willing to give you a last chance!"

Voldemort slowly squatted down, looked at Link with the pair of scarlet snake eyes and said:

"Submit to me! Link Fley! Only with me can you display your talents freely! Only with me can you have a brighter future!"

Upon hearing this, Link's expression was a little surprised.

He really didn't expect that Voldemort was still thinking about accepting his younger brother at this moment.

What surprised him even more was that after seeing the subtle changes on his face, Voldemort seemed to be even more excited and suddenly stood up and said:

"You don't have to rush to answer. I can show you more things. I believe that after reading it, you will definitely give me a satisfactory answer!"

Voldemort returned to the cauldron with a flowing pace.

Seeing this, Snape finally breathed a sigh of relief. When Voldemort approached Link just now, he almost couldn't help but jump and fight Voldemort to the death. Fortunately, Voldemort seemed to have changed his mind at the last moment.

Petr Peter's reaction was much bigger.

When he saw Voldemort return, he immediately climbed to Voldemort's feet and said with a sob:

"Master, what you promised...you promised..."

"Extend your arm."

Voldemort raised his head slightly and said lazily.

"Oh! Thank you! Master! Thank you..."

Petr Peter instantly became energetic and stretched out his bloody broken arm.

But who expected that Voldemort roared with dissatisfaction when he saw this:

"Idiot! It's the other hand!"

Petty Peter moaned and wailed again, and his timidity just didn't want to reach out.

This completely angered Voldemort.

He bent down and pulled out the intact arm of Little Dwarf Peter, then rolled up his sleeves, revealing the red black demon mark on his skin.

"Now, let me take a look, we will know soon..."

Voldemort murmured, pressing his finger on the black demon mark.

In just a moment, the black demon mark began to squirm as if it had come alive, and the dwarf Peter himself screamed and curled up because of the strong and severe pain.

Harry was also screaming, but unlike the little dwarf, the source of Harry's pain was not the so-called black demon mark, but the scar on his forehead.

Voldemort showed a cruel and smug look on his face.

He straightened his waist, raised his head, and looked straight into the darkness:

"After feeling it, how many people will have the courage to come back? How many people will be so stupid that they won't come back?"

Voldemort's questions were quickly answered.

Those were several extremely depressing faint screams.

After hearing the sound, Voldemort looked a little surprised. With a light wave of his magic wand, he suddenly saw the invisible magic hands of several Death Eaters, including Kakarov, being dug out of the soil.

They all looked very embarrassed, but without exception, they were all intact and had awkward expressions.

"Master! You have finally resurrected my master! Your servant is so happy!"

Kakarov reacted first, rushed up after taking two steps at once, hugging Voldemort's ankle and crying.

Voldemort was so disgusted with this kind of deserter that he raised his foot and kicked him out.

This action also made the remaining Death Eaters who also wanted to come up and hug their thighs froze.

But they all breathed a sigh of relief.

They all saw that Voldemort seemed to have no idea of ​​further holding them accountable, otherwise the one who knocked Kakarov out of the way would have been a life-seeking curse.

Things were indeed as they expected. Although Voldemort was in anger and strengthened the stimulation of the black demon mark on them and was constantly insulting them, there was no other more serious punishment.

Just after Voldemort taught these deserters a lesson, a series of rustling sounds sounded around him.
Chapter completed!