Hogwarts of a certain magic

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It's impossible to kneel down, it's impossible in this life... It's even more impossible to call the master.

It's like the task of the master.

Under the gaze of the Death Eaters, Karkaroff straightened his back and looked directly at Voldemort, looking very... brave.

He has always been very considerate, why is this?

Of course it was because of the people who came here, not really Karkaroff, it was just that William held his bitter face.

Otherwise, with Karkaroff's character, where would you dare to appear here?

Since it is fake, why bother to show it up?

William directly said:

"Voldemort, I call you Tom Riddle, do you dare to agree?"

Voldemort squinted his eyes, flashing an icy red light, but he was a little surprised.

Except for Dumbledore, no one has dared to call him by this name for many years!

"Do you agree?" William laughed."If you don't want to, I can give you a reason you can't refuse."

"Master, kill him!" someone shouted.

Malfoy fell on his knees again and said loudly: "Master, kill him, let me help you solve this traitor..."

A pony like Malfoy is so caring, logically speaking, Voldemort should be happy.

He sneered and raised his wand.

"Drill your heart out!"

The drill curse was not directed at William, but fell on Malfoy, who was kneeling.

He twisted and screamed in pain, as if wearing a pain mask on his face.

The other Death Eaters shuddered one after another, not even daring to let out the atmosphere.

William was stunned.

Good guy, compared to little Tom, the Dark Lord really doesn't work well.

Or……

Moody.

Harry hung limply on the gravestone of Voldemort's father, the rope strangling his wrists.

He raised his head and looked at the scene in front of him, also very frightened.

"I'll be tortured for a while, maybe it's me, right?" he muttered in his heart.

Harry was a little desperate, no matter who was good, let someone save him!

Dumbledore, where are you!

And William... the World Cup was kidnapped, it was William who suddenly appeared and saved him.

Help me!

Voldemort put away his wand and stopped tormenting.The tortured Malfoy lay flat on the ground, breathing heavily.

Voldemort walked over slowly, his feet lightly, his voice low and magnetic.

"Lucius, are you teaching me to do things?"

The next scene can be called full control welfare.

Voldemort, wearing only a black robe, walked up to Malfoy, his robe tumbling, revealing his strong thighs.

He raised his right foot and lifted Lucius' black hood with his toes.

Voldemort didn't step on it severely, but rubbed the bottom of Lucius's light blond hair with his bare feet stained with a lot of mud.

That's Malfoy's most proud hair.

At this moment, he dared not move anything.

Not to mention wiping the feet with hair, just let the Death Eaters lick the soles of Voldemort's feet clean, they can do it!

Death Eaters...a bunch of servants.

Fortunately, Voldemort was not so nasty, his voice was smooth, like a snake, cold to the bone.

"You want to do it for me? Do you think I'm no longer good? You can't handle even a small servant, eh?"

Voldemort stomped down and slammed Malfoy's head into the muddy pit. This was more than that, and it was crushed repeatedly.

Malfoy didn't show any resentment for such an insult, but he lowered his body and cooperated with Voldemort's movements to make him step on more comfortably, not to his feet.

Malfoy's mouth was full of mud, and he still begged:

"No, I didn't mean that, Master!"

Voldemort is also an old pua in the workplace. He hoarsely asked, "Lucius, is it comfortable?"

"Comfortable... Master, torture me severely, I only ask you to forgive me..." Malfoy said humbly.

If Voldemort had tormented enough, he would be able to save his life... he could still understand this.

"No, I will not forgive you. I will not forget, the Dark Lord will not forget!" Voldemort mocked:

"The long thirteen years...I want you to pay off the debt of these thirteen years, and then I will forgive you."

Voldemort raised his head through a layer of mist, his red eyes hovering over the Death Eater.

Everyone shivered unconsciously.

In the night sky, Voldemort's arrogant laughter echoed.

He laughed for a while, then slowly stopped, his eyes were cold and said:

"I think you have seen how stupid it is to think that this boy is better than me."

Voldemort looked at Harry who was tied to the tombstone and said:

"I want to completely eliminate the misunderstanding in everyone's mind. Harry Potter escaped from my hand by a fluke.

Now I want to kill him to prove my great power.

Here and now, in front of you."

Voldemort paced up and down, laughing: "There is no protection from Dumbledore, no stop from Stark, and no mother Potter's sacrifice for him.

I will give Potter a chance. He can fight me fairly one-on-one so that you won't doubt who is stronger."

The Death Eaters all laughed flatteringly.

Harry struggled hard, his mouth was blocked by panties that he didn't know where it came from, and he could only make a whine.

But despite his mouth being blocked, he still roared:

"Kill me, kill me!"

Rather than being tortured to death by Voldemort, Harry would rather find an old crooked neck tree and hang himself with his underwear.

That way, it will be easier and less tormented.

"I know, I know." Voldemort dropped Malfoy and walked towards Harry.

He put a pale hand on Harry's shoulder, put it in his ear, and whispered:

"Harry, you want to see your mother, that mudblood, don't you?"

Har used his strength to break free from the restraints, and the sad anger came out vaguely through the cloth in his mouth.

"I remember that night clearly." Voldemort said in a sympathetic tone. "Your mother knelt down and begs me...please I let you go.

He raised his hand and suddenly opened it: "Pop, a green light!

I accidentally killed her."

"Harry... please forgive me." Voldemort reached out and stroked Harry's face.

Harry felt the goose bumps all over his body.

"I really didn't mean it. But she was so noisy, like a fly, buzzing in her ears.

I'm so annoying, my head hurts!

So, I killed her."

"I admit, that night..." The Dark Lord smiled cruelly."I'm careless.

But thirteen years later, I came back again, and she couldn't come back anymore."

Voldemort's wand lightly tapped, and the cloth squirmed and tucked it firmly into Harry's mouth.

"Death," the Dark Lord said in Harry's ear, "it should be a quiet thing.

Wait for me here... will kill you soon!"

Harry struggled desperately.Voldemort didn't say a word again, he walked slowly towards Karkaroff.

"I want to warm up before the duel with Harry Potter..." Voldemort said loudly to the Death Eaters.

"Come on, Igor Karkaroff.

Don't you want to give me a reason that I can't refuse?

Want to challenge my position?

Oh ~ I don't accept it, because you don't deserve it!"

Voldemort walked towards Kakalo step by step, and said with a hoarse ear:

"But I won't let you die as a result of betraying me... The corpse will chew your flesh, and the heart-piercing curse will torture your soul day and night...

I will control you, let you kill Durmstrang’s students and torture the people you care about most."

The Death Eaters swallowed, and Voldemort spoke such cruel words in the gentlest tone...to make them shudder.

Voldemort's lipsless mouth showed a smile.

"Courage and stupidity are often only a thin line apart, I will give you one last chance, Igor.

I am not a harsh and ungracious person. To celebrate tonight's resurrection, I will surrender again... Kneel down and kiss my feet.

I am willing to spare you not to die."

Holding his wand in his hands, Voldemort deliberately opened his arms, and walked towards William step by step in an oppressive manner.

Before killing Harry, he needed a more gorgeous oppression to show his mighty power.

Karkaroff is neither strong nor weak, it is simply the best target.

perfect.

William didn't have any nonsense. The Apparition instantly shifted to Voldemort's body, not giving the opportunity to use magic to block him, and his move was to practice a whip kick with Charlie for a long time.

But the whip leg was just a vain move, and a long sword stabbed strangely.

Karkaroff's speed was so fast that it greatly exceeded Voldemort's estimate.

Moreover, his fighting style is not like a wizard, more like a Muggle.

Even as powerful as Voldemort, he was also knocked back by this unexpected move. When he looked down, he left a scarlet blood groove on his neck.

William grinned and said: "This scar, I have kept, is your lifetime glory."

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