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    Hogwarts Druid Master Text Volume 520, Death Eaters "How dare you!"

    Fake Moody heard Fish laughing at his master like this, and roared angrily to step forward to show him some color, but was stopped by Voldemort.

    "Barty," Voldemort said flatly, "Fish's character is just like that, there's nothing to be angry about."

    Probably because he regained his strength, or he still wanted to recruit Fish, so Voldemort was extremely magnanimous.

    "You are so kind!"

    Fish didn't respond, but the fake Moody knelt down in front of Voldemort with a very moved expression. Even Wormtail, who had lost his hand, struggled to get up from the ground and knelt beside the fake Moody.

    "Master" Wormtail choked up, "Masteryou promisedyou promised"

    "Harry, the two of them look like house elves."

    The big-hearted Fish said grinningly.

    Harry: "Mmmmmmm"

    Ever since Fish laughed at Voldemort, Harry was afraid that they would be killed by the dark lord who became angry at any time, but Fish still looked heartless, after stimulating Voldemort, he went to stimulate his subordinates, Harry  I feel so tired

    Fortunately, Voldemort seemed to be in a good mood because of his resurrection. Instead of responding to Fish, he lazily said to Wormtail at his feet, "Extend your arms."

    "Oh, master thank you, master"

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

    "Master, pleaseplease"

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

    That is, the thing that was hit by Fisch's cat head.

    "It's back," Voldemort murmured softly, ignoring Wormtail's sobs, carefully studying the Dark Mark on his hand, "They'll all notice itnow, we'll seewe'll know  "

    He pressed his long, pale forefinger to Wormtail's arm.

    The scar on Harry's forehead ached again, Wormtail wailed again, even the fake Moody showed a painful expression, and reached out to cover his left arm

    Harry had seen Snape and Karkaroff do this move before.

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

    He straightened up with a brutally smug expression on his face, raised his head, and scanned the dark cemetery.

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

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

    Fake Moody said dissatisfiedly: "Those vile things that have no faith. They have the guts to wear masks and mess around at the Quidditch World Cup, but they slipped away one by one after seeing the Dark Mark I launched."

    Voldemort did not speak, but calmly looked at the fake Moody with his red glowing snake eyes.

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

    Fake Moody quickly fell to his knees, and at this moment, the effect of the compound decoction expired, and he changed from a blind, lame old man with scars all over his face to a pale skin, slightly freckled, and light yellow messy hair  young men.

    Harry recognized this man, had seen him in Dumbledore's Pensieve - Barty Crouch Jr., who had been sent into Azkaban by his own father Barty Crouch himself.

    Voldemort stared at little Barty for a long time, until his forehead was dripping with sweat, then he looked away, and then his eyes fell on Harry, showing a cruel smile.

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

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

    Both Harry and Fish listened quietly, Harry was gagged and unable to make a sound, and Fish was simply listening to the story.

    It's just that Voldemort only spoke a few words before he was interrupted by the rustling of his cloak.  Between the tombs, behind the cedar trees, in every dark place wizards were apparating.

    "Meow?"

    Fish sees?He looked in the direction of the sound, then shrugged his nose

    He smelled a lot of familiar smells in it.

    "You guys are so meow!" Fish greeted them: "Lucius, Avery, Nott, Walton"

    Mao Mao reported a long list of names, and then tilted her head in doubt: "Why do you meow hide your face?"

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

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

    When they got close, they knelt down immediately, crawled up to Voldemort on all hands and feet, kissed the hem of his black robe in turn, then stepped aside, stood up, and silently formed a circle.

    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".

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

    The Death Eaters circled Tom Riddle's grave, Fish, Harry, Voldemort, and Wormtail sprawled on the ground, weeping and twitching, but there was some space between the circles, as if waiting for others to join them.

    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 trembled.

    "Welcome, Death Eaters," said Voldemort quietly. "Thirteen yearsit has been thirteen years since we last met. And yet you answer my call just as you did yesterday That is to say, we are still united."  Under the Dark Mark! Is it?"

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

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

    The circle trembled again, it seemed that everyone wanted to step back, but they didn't dare to move.

    Voldemort went on, making a group of Death Eaters shudder, making Harry feel chills, and Fish getting bored.

    Because what he is telling now is not a story, but a bit like Professor McGonagall is lecturing Except for Professor Binns' history of magic, this is what Maomao doesn't like to hear the most.

    That is to say, Voldemort changed Wormtail into a silver hand, which was a bit interesting, but then he continued to "preach" to the Death Eaters, and judging by his long-winded speech, Fish probably couldn't finish it in a while.

    Mao Mao, who didn't want to listen to Voldemort's nagging, and couldn't move for the time being, opened his mouth wide and yawned big. Then his head tilted, the cat ears on top of his head drooped, and his eyes closed.

    "zzzzzz"

    Amid Voldemort's oppressive "teaching", Mao Mao fell asleep peacefully

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    Zhongyuan's cat strips are finished, and there is not much cat litter left, but fortunately, the courier can come in now, but the things are left at the gate of the community, and you have to get them yourself.

    Sure enough, I couldn¡¯t code during the day. I sat in front of the computer for a whole day and didn¡¯t write a single word Instead, I scanned the rankings A lot of emulators have been written recently, and I can see a few books in almost every category.?
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