Of course she was a Death Eater, a true Death Eater with the Dark Mark.
"I am the youngest Death Eater." Eve admitted.
"The youngest Death Eater", this title inevitably made Noah feel familiar. It must be familiar, because he almost had such a title back then.
But now, this title still appeared, and it appeared on a little witch he knew who was at the same level as him.
A ridiculous guess emerged in his mind, urging Noah to verify it.
"I remember that the Lannister family also has a youngest Death Eater?" Eve's eyes moved slightly, but she maintained her emotions and just showed an elegant smile and said softly: "Obviously he is not, I That's right." The guess came true.
Noah failed to become the youngest Death Eater and failed to prove his loyalty to the old Lannister, but other fanatical believers learned this method and personally sent another child to Voldemort.
She was not as lucky as Noah, so she was branded not long after she was born, became a Death Eater, and became the Dark Lord's youngest servant.
There is no right to choose, only a destiny that is arranged at birth. Noah didn't want to think deeply about Eve's mentality when she took the initiative to approach him. It was meaningless. Even his surprise only lasted a short time. The rest was what he recalled about Eve. , now those abnormalities have answers.
She could only sigh secretly at her misfortune. But it doesn't matter, no matter what she thinks, this nightmare should end tonight.
Noah made a silent gesture to Eve: "If you want to get rid of all this, then no matter what happens next, please keep quiet, miss. Of course, if you want to save your master, then please feel free. "This is a little bit of help for his classmate, Eve Lestrange. It's up to her to choose.
And until he completely pushed into the shadow and disappeared, Eve did not make any move. It was not until she felt Obscurus was let go and retreated into her body again that she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
What does this mysterious wizard plan to do? Kill...? She pursed her lips nervously. After all, she did not say the name silently. Instead, she huddled in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window and stared at the courtyard outside.
A strong wind blew outside at some point, and the delicately trimmed grass and trees in the courtyard were blown to and fro. A storm is coming.
...Voldemort walked slowly behind Malfoy. The noble man with platinum blond hair and pale skin was tensing his body and trying to maintain his expression, but cold sweat was still dripping from his forehead. He did not dare to turn his head and could only listen to that. Qian Qian's footsteps stopped behind his chair, and then a hand reached from the back of his neck to the front.
For a moment he thought that hand was going to fall on his neck. But no, the pale and cold hand slowly retracted a little and fell on his shoulder.
Malfoy shuddered subconsciously, and then screamed out in pain from the sudden pain. What etiquette, what pride, he used all his strength to stop his screams. The rest he could only curl up and try to relieve the sudden pain.
"Does it hurt?" Voldemort asked leisurely. His handsome face looked more like a demon crawling out of hell at the moment, looking down at the sinner's struggle.
"You should have remembered it now," he scoffed, then moved on to the next person. Muffled groans and pain followed, and within a few breaths, everyone except Rebnold curled up in pain on the chair, and some even begged for mercy.
"Master, please spare me, Master..."
"Please forgive us, Master! Spare me..."
"No, please, please..."
"..." At this moment, they could only use barren begging to get a little bit of forgiveness, but Voldemort actually enjoyed their begging for mercy and tortured them for three minutes before withdrawing the punishment: "Be grateful, this is not a gnashing of bones." He sat down on his seat again and asked calmly: "How long has it been since we last gathered here?"
"Twelve years, Master." Rebnold, who had resurrected him, replied diligently.
"Twelve years," Voldemort said calmly,
"You still respond to my call as before...that is to say, we are still united under the Dark Mark, right?" No one dared to answer this, they all knew what they were in front of Voldemort at this moment.
"I answer myself," Voldemort continued on his own.
"They must have believed that I was dead and thought that I would never come back, so they walked among my enemies and said that they were innocent, ignorant, and controlled..." Every time he said something, the people on the seat were shocked. His face turned pale.
"I asked myself again, why did they believe I wouldn't come back? Didn't they know I had taken steps to prevent death long ago? Didn't they do it when I was more powerful than any wizard. Having witnessed me prove it countless times How powerful are you?"
"I answer myself, maybe they believe that there is a more powerful force that can defeat Voldemort! Maybe they have now..."
"Have you seen your death?" An elegant and low voice suddenly interrupted, interrupting Voldemort's words.
Voldemort's speech came to an abrupt end. His expression changed, and he suddenly looked towards the other end of the long table. I don't know when a figure appeared there. He was also wearing a black robe, but his hood was not taken off like the others, only revealing A pale chin.
Noticing Voldemort's wary eyes, he raised his head slightly and lifted his pure black robe slightly, revealing a jackal-head mask with black background and gold patterns under the cloak.
A stranger joined them without anyone noticing. This soul piece did not recognize Noah, but Rebnold did, and he quickly explained to Voldemort briefly that Lemon was the mysterious wizard who had taken away one of the soul pieces before.
"Oh?" Voldemort narrowed his eyes,
"Lemon?" After realizing that the other party seemed to be consciously collecting his own soul pieces, Voldemort quickly realized the other party's purpose - to kill himself.
The reason why he was resurrected with the help of this soul piece instead of the main soul was now answered, but it only made Voldemort even more angry.
Someone took advantage of him while he was still alive. They didn't take him seriously at all! It was simply provoking his majesty as the Dark Lord!
And since he has successfully returned, he will naturally have to pay the price! Thinking about this, Voldemort stood up from his seat and raised his wand towards Noah.
