Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Voldemort's ruthless voice echoed in the open, Ivan and Harry listened silently, and his body tightened.

The scar on Harry's head was always painful, as if to tear him apart raw, and he bit his teeth to protect Evan behind him.

He thought Ivan was Gabriel and got himself into this mess.

Harry is determined to bring Gabriel back alive, no matter what happens...

Voldemort continues to come and go, seemingly in a good mood, remembering his past.

“My father abandoned us, my mother died giving birth to me, and I grew up in a Muggle orphanage, so I vowed to find him.” Voldemort said, "Later I avenged him, the man who gave me the same name as him, Tom Riddle..."

Speaking of that name, his tone carries a hint of unspeakable chills and disgust.

“It's a name I'm ashamed of, it belongs to that man man!” Voldemort said, the softer the voice and the more obvious the brutal smile on his face, "but it will eventually end, and this shame left me with my father and was destroyed by me. Ha ha, Harry Potter, you're honored, listen to me, listen to my memories... ah, I'm a little sad, but look, Harry! My real family is back! ”

His voice had just fallen, and the air was suddenly filled with the sound of a cape.

In the weeds, behind the dead trees, in every dark place, there are magical visions of wizards.

They were all hooded and covered.

One by one, they walked slowly and cautiously, as if they could not believe their eyes.

Voldemort stood there silently waiting, his snake face twisted, revealing a brutal smile.

A dead eater fell on his knees, climbed up to Voldemort and kissed his black robe's hem.

“Master... Master...” he whispered.

So did the Death Eaters behind him, everyone kneeling down to Voldemort and kissing his robe.

Then, silently retreating to the side, he stood up and gradually formed a circle surrounding Voldemort, Ivan, Harry and the man who was paralyzed on the ground gasping and moaning.

There are still some gaps in the circle, as if waiting for others to join.

However, Voldemort no longer seemed to expect someone to come. He looked around at a face with a hood on, and although there was no wind, the circle seemed to pass a slight sound of sand, as if the circle was shaking.

“Welcome, Death Eaters! Voldemort said quietly," Thirteen years, thirteen years since our last rally. But you still responded to my call like you did yesterday, which means we're still united under the Dark Mark, right? ”

He lifted his squeaky face and opened two stitched nostrils to sniff.

“What is this smell, I smell guilt!" There is a smell of guilt in the air, "he said. ”

The circle shivered again, as if everyone wanted to step back but didn't dare move.

“I saw you all healthy and magical as before, so quickly arrived! I used to keep asking myself why these powerful wizards never came to help their masters and help those they swore to remain loyal to forever?! ”

Nobody talks, nobody dares to move.

“Then I answer myself!” Voldemort whispered, walking slowly around the inside of the circle, "They must have believed I couldn't do it, thought I was finished. They snuck back into my enemies and said they were innocent, uninformed, witchcrafted..."

“I ask myself, why do they believe I won't rise again? Didn't they know I had a way of preventing death a long time ago? Didn't they witness me prove my power countless times when I was more powerful than any wizard?” His voice dragged so long that it looked extraordinarily dark.

“I answered myself again, perhaps they believed there was more power to defeat Voldemort! Perhaps they are now loyal to others, perhaps the leader of the Lower Riba, the protector of the mud and the muggles, Albus Dumbley?! ”

When Dumbledore's name was heard, the members of the circle were disturbed, and someone mumbled in their mouth and shook their head.

Voldemort turned a blind eye and his face grew colder and colder.

“This is unfortunate for me, I admit I am disappointed and disappointed in you...”

One of the people in the circle suddenly fell to the ground, and he crawled under Voldemort's feet, shaking from head to foot.

“Master!” He screamed, "Master, forgive me! Forgive us! ”

Voldemort grinned and raised his wand.

“Diamond bones! ”

The Death Eater who fell to the ground twisted and screamed painfully, and the voice came from the soul.

Voldemort's power is stronger than any dark wizard's, and his evil thoughts make the heart curse extraordinarily cruel and unbearable.

Evan, hold on to the wand. The goddamn door keys aren't there yet.

A dozen minutes later Voldemort finally lifted his wand.

The sentenced Death Eaters lay flat on the ground, breathing heavily.

“Get up, Everly!” Voldemort softly said, "Stand up and beg my forgiveness?! I'm telling you, I won't forgive you. I will not forget the long thirteen years… I want you to repay your debt for thirteen years before I forgive you. ”

Voldemort looked around at the Death Eaters and seemed to be looking for the next target.

“I'm sure you're wondering how I got back.” He said softly, "I did get help from a few vampires, even though they didn't listen, but they did help me, and Voldemort wouldn't be unjust to those who helped him...”

He lifted his wand again and danced in the air, drawing a light band on his head like molten silver, first without shape, then the light band twisted and turned into a shiny hand, bright as a moonlight.

It flew down on its own, automatically resting on the man's bleeding wrist.

It was seamlessly attached to his arm, as if he wore a shiny glove.

A man tries to bend his shiny fingers and shakes to pick up a branch from the ground and pinch it into powder.

“My master!” He whispered, "Thank you, merciful master! ”

He climbed on his knees and kissed Voldemort's robe.

“Those who serve Voldemort will be rewarded. You deserve it, Durand!” Voldemort said, "Welcome to the Death Eaters, and as promised, I will help you get back what was meant to be yours. ”

Watching this vampire tremble and joining that circle, Ivan notes his appearance.

He replaced dwarf Peter, who finished the magic on Voldemort's behalf, and got the cursed arm.

It has to be said that he performed much better than Peter.