"how dare you!"

When the fake Moody heard Fish mocking his master, he roared and stepped forward to show him some humor, but was stopped by Voldemort.

"Barty," Voldemort said calmly, "This is Fish's character. There is nothing to be angry about."

Probably because he had regained his strength, or because he still wanted to recruit Fish, Voldemort behaved unusually magnanimously.

"You are so kind!"

Fish had no reaction, but the fake Moody looked very moved and knelt in front of Voldemort. Even Wormtail, who had lost his hand, struggled to get up from the ground and knelt beside the fake Moody.

"Master..." Wormtail choked and said, "Kind master... you promised... you promised..."

"Harry, they two look like house elves."

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The big-hearted Feishu said cheerfully.

Harry: "Uh huh..."

From the moment Fish laughed at Voldemort, Harry was afraid that they would be killed by the angry Dark Lord at some point, but Fish still looked so heartless, after irritating Voldemort, he went to irritate his subordinates, Harry

I feel so tired...

Fortunately, Voldemort seemed to be in a good mood because of his resurrection. He ignored Fish and said lazily to Wormtail at his feet: "Extend your arms."

"Oh, Master...Thank you, Master..."

He stretched out his bloody severed arm, but Voldemort sneered again: "Not this one, Wormtail."

"Master, please...please..."

Voldemort bent down, pulled up Wormtail's left arm, and pushed his sleeve to his elbow, revealing a bright red tattoo. The pattern was the Dark Mark that appeared in the Quidditch World Cup...

It's the thing that was hit on the head by Fish's cat.

"It's back," Voldemort ignored Wormtail's sobs, looked at the Dark Mark on his hand carefully, and murmured softly: "They will all notice it... Now, we will see... We will know

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He pressed his long, pale index finger on Wormtail's arm.

The scar on Harry's forehead felt severe pain again, Wormtail wailed again, and even the fake Moody showed a hint of pain, and reached out to cover his left arm...

Harry had seen Snape and Karkaroff do this action before.

Voldemort took his finger away from Wormtail's mark, and the mark turned pitch black.

With a cruel look of pride on his face, he straightened up, raised his head, and scanned the dark cemetery.

"How many people would have the guts to come back after feeling it?" Voldemort murmured, staring at the stars with his glowing red eyes, "and how many would be foolish enough not to come?"

"Master, are you still planning to forgive those traitors?"

Fake Moody said dissatisfiedly: "Those dishonest and despicable things. They had the courage to wear masks and make trouble at the Quidditch World Cup, but they ran away one by one after seeing the Dark Mark I fired."

Voldemort didn't speak, but looked at the fake Moody calmly with his glowing red snake eyes.

"Yes, I'm sorry! Master! I was too presumptuous!"

Fake Moody quickly fell to his knees, and at this time, the effect of the polyjuice potion had worn off. He changed from a blind, lame, and scarred old man to a pale-skinned, slightly freckled, man with light yellow messy hair.

young man.

Harry recognized this person, having seen him in Dumbledore's pensieve - Barty Crouch Jr., who had been sent to Azkaban by his own father, Barty Crouch.

Voldemort stared at little Barty for a long time, until beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Then he withdrew his gaze, and then turned his gaze to Harry, revealing a cruel smile.

"Harry Potter, you are standing over my father's bones."

He hissed softly. After regaining his strength, Voldemort's mood was not as calm as he appeared. He began to tell Harry and Fish about his life experience.

Harry and Fish both listened quietly. Harry was gagged and couldn't make a sound, while Fish was simply listening to the story.

However, Voldemort had only spoken a few words when he was interrupted by the rustling of his cloak. Between the tombs, behind the cedar trees, and in every dark place, wizards were apparating.

"Meow?"

(??w??)

Fish looked towards the direction from which the sound came, and then shrugged his nose...

He smelled a lot of familiar smells in it.

"Hello, meow!" Fish greeted them: "Lucius, Avery, Nott, Walton..."

Maomao announced a long list of names, then tilted his head in confusion: "Why are you covering your face?"

?w?

Because the Death Eaters who appeared in front of Fish and Harry all wore hoods and covered their faces.

Those whose names were called had no time to respond to Feishi. They walked over cautiously, their bodies trembling slightly.

When they came close, they immediately knelt down and crawled to Voldemort on their hands and knees. They took turns kissing the hem of his black robe, then stepped aside, stood up, and formed a circle silently.

Barty Crouch Jr. hesitated for a moment and stood among them, but judging from his disgusted expression, he was actually not very willing to stand with these "traitors".

Wormtail continued to cover his severed hand, kneeling in front of Voldemort, sobbing softly.

The Death Eaters surrounded Tom Riddle's grave, Fish, Harry, Voldemort and Wormtail, who was lying on the ground sobbing and twitching, but there were still some gaps in the circle, as if waiting for others to join.

But Voldemort obviously didn't have the patience to wait any longer. He looked around at the hooded faces. Although there was no wind, there seemed to be a slight rustling sound in the circle, as if the circle was trembling.

"Welcome, Death Eaters," Voldemort said calmly, "Thirteen years... Thirteen years have passed since our last meeting. But you still responded to my call just like yesterday... That is to say, we are still united.

Under the Dark Mark! Right?"

He raised his ferocious face, opened his two slit-like nostrils and sniffed.

"I smell guilt," he said. "There's a stink of guilt in the air."

The circle trembled again, and it seemed that everyone wanted to step back, but did not dare to move.

Voldemort continued, making a group of Death Eaters tremble, making Harry feel chills, and Fish becoming a little bored.

Because what he is telling now is not a story, but a bit like Professor McGonagall's preaching... Apart from Professor Binns' History of Magic, this is what Cat does not like to hear the most.

In other words, Voldemort gave Wormtail a silver hand, which was a little interesting, but then he continued to "preach" to the Death Eaters, and judging from his long speech, Fish probably wouldn't be able to finish it in a while.

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Not wanting to listen to Voldemort's chatter, the cat, who could not move for the time being, opened his mouth wide and yawned widely. Then he tilted his head, the cat ears on top of his head drooped, and he closed his eyes.

"Zzzzz..."

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Amidst Voldemort's oppressive "lecturing", the cat fell asleep peacefully.

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Chapter completed!