Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Voldemort is very tolerant." The low voice echoed in the graveyard."He will tolerate the unavoidable stupidity and cowardice of his men. For example, the Death Eaters who are rushing over now, they temporarily "forgot" my existence, but I don't care, because after Voldemort restored his power , They will rush over again soon, more loyal than ever."

"But I can accept stupidity, but I can't accept stupidity again and again, Peter, this is your third mistake. Tell me, what should I do?"

The air was suddenly filled with cloaked Xixi pawns.Between the tombs, behind the cedar trees, there are wizards apparitions in every dark place.They all wore hoods and covered their faces.They came one by one... They walked slowly and cautiously, as if they couldn't believe their eyes.Voldemort stood there in silence and waited.A Death Eater fell to his knees, climbed up to Voldemort, and kissed the hem of his black robe.

"Master...Master..." he whispered.

It was the same with the Death Eaters behind him. Everyone knelt and crawled to Voldemort's side, kissed his robes, then stepped aside, stood up, and formed a circle in silence.

"The handling of the stupid may have to be left to the end, now let me see the members of my real family." Voldemort raised his head, raised his wand and pointed it to the side, and completely shattered the old Riddle's tombstone. Then, with a loud noise, it collapsed.

Voldemort shook his head slowly and raised his hand, his scarlet eyes did not know whether he was staring at the wand or his slender fingers.

At this time, there are still some gaps in the entire circle, as if waiting for others to join.However, Voldemort didn't seem to expect anyone to come anymore.He looked around the faces in the hood, and although there was no wind, there seemed to be a slight rustling in the circle, as if the circle shivered.

Voldemort sighed, and the cold voice drifted farther, and the trembling of the circle became more serious.

"Welcome, Death Eaters," Voldemort said quietly, "Thirteen years... Thirteen years have passed since our last assembly. But you still responded to my call as yesterday... That is, we are still united Under the Dark Mark! Really?"

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

"I smell guilt," he said, "there is a smell of guilt in the air."

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

"I see you, healthy and healthy, with the same magical powers as before-arrived so quickly!-I asked myself... Why don't these wizards always come to help their masters, help them who sworn allegiance to forever?"

No one spoke, no one dared to move.Only Wormtail fell to the ground, holding his bleeding arm and weeping.

"I answered myself," Voldemort said softly, "They must believe that I can't do it anymore, thinking I'm dead. They sneaked back to my enemies and said they were innocent, unaware, and witchcraft..."

"I asked myself again, but why do they believe that I won't make a comeback? Didn't they know that I took measures to prevent death long ago? They didn't witness me countless times when I was stronger than any wizard. To prove that you have unlimited potential?"

"I replied to myself, maybe they believe that there is a stronger power that can defeat Voldemort... Maybe they have allegiance to others now... Maybe it is the leader of the lower rib, the protector of the mudblood and Muggles, Albus. Dumbledore?"

Hearing Dumbledore's name, the members of the circle became agitated. Some people muttered and shook their heads.Voldemort ignored it.

"It disappointed me... I admit I was disappointed..."

One person in the circle suddenly fell to the ground. He was crawling under Voldemort's feet, shaking from head to toe.

"Master!" he screamed, "Master, forgive me! Forgive us!"

Voldemort sneered and raised his wand.

"Drill your heart out!"

The Death Eater who fell to the ground twisted and screamed in pain.Harry believed that the voice would reach the surrounding houses... Call the police, he desperately thought... Whoever it is... Anyway...

Voldemort raised his wand.The tortured Death Eater lay flat on the ground, panting.

"Get up, Avery," Voldemort said softly, "stand up. You beg me for forgiveness? I will not forgive. I will not forget. The long thirteen years...I want you to pay off your 13-year debt. Then will forgive you.

"Do you know how to forgive others? Tom?" An old voice came from behind a yew tree.

Then the people in Voldemort's circle seemed to stagger at this time and became confused. Facing Voldemort, the necks of a few Death Eaters wanted to twist back stiffly to see what happened. What, but he was scrupulous about the man in front of him and didn't dare to move.

"Dumbledore!" After a brief silence, Voldemort took a breath and broke the silence.

The scarlet pupils instantly dilated because of shock.

"traitor?"

His heart trembled, and he thought of this word almost immediately.

Their plan was very concealed, and it was exposed for nothing more than two reasons. Someone showed their feet, or a traitor revealed information to him.

Who would believe that Dumbledore was not a good judge in the Triwizard Tournament, then walked around this place casually, and then happened to meet the resurrected Voldemort?

"Little Crouch? Malfoy? Or..." Voldemort was silent after calling out Dumbledore's name, thinking crazy about all possibilities

Then subconsciously shot a green light towards the old man not far away.

Dumbledore was holding a magic wand in his hand at this time, and he walked towards Voldemort in a leisurely pace. The half-moon lens reflected a faint light, making it difficult to see the emotion in the old man's eyes.

The old man's reaction was extremely quick. Seeing the death curse hitting him impartially, the old man's figure flashed away like a gust of wind, disappearing in place, and then a green light hit a stone monument behind him, crashing. It exploded, bursting out a series of explosive sharp noises.

At this time, Voldemort restrained himself and made himself less panicked.

I couldn't understand my own state better.

His power weakened. When he waved his wand, the wand's awkward feedback and his own feelings were enough to make him understand that his current power could not compete with the old man in front of him.

What is the reason that he has not fully recovered his strength after his resurrection. In his expectation, his strength will be better than before after this resurrection. Why? Is it because of the lack of the boy's blood?