Voldemort thrust his surprisingly long fingers into a deep pocket and pulled out a wand.
That was his yew phoenix tail feather wand, his destined partner in life. He still remembered the old man who sold him the wand and said that the yew wand was one of the rarest types. It was used in duels and casting evil spells. It has a particularly terrifying reputation, so its ideal partner will never be an ordinary person, either a great man of a generation or a devil of a generation.
At that moment, his unwillingness to be ordinary was instantly ignited. He must let the whole world remember his name!
This wand was lost at the Potter's house when he went to Godric's Hollow to assassinate the 1-year-old Harry Potter. Before his body turned into ashes, he managed to hide the wand in a corner of the Potter's house using special means, so that even the Aurors who came to check at the time could not detect it. In the end, Peter Pettigrew, who transformed into a mouse, helped him find the wand there with the help of his friends. He had to give Peter Pettigrew a credit for this.
He stroked the wand gently, then raised the wand and pointed it at Peter Pettigrew, picked him up from the ground, and threw him onto the tombstone where Harry was tied. Peter Pettigrew fell beside the tombstone and collapsed there crying.
Voldemort turned his bright red eyes to Harry and let out a cold, sharp smile.
The robe that wrapped Peter Pettigrew's severed arm was soaked in blood. "Master..." Peter Pettigrew choked, "Master... you promised... you promised..."
"Extend your arms," Voldemort said lazily.
He stretched out his bloody severed arm, but Voldemort sneered again: "Not this one, Wormtail."
"Master, please...please..."
Voldemort bent down and pulled up Peter Pettigrew's left arm. Although this arm was not bloody, the parts below the wrist had also disappeared - that was what Peter Pettigrew had done to get rid of Dumbledore, Sirius and Lupin. The cost of pursuing the sacrificial black magic cast. Poor Peter Pettigrew, he has no hands now.
Voldemort turned a blind eye to the tragedy of Peter Pettigrew. He had more important things to do at the moment.
Unlike him in the original work, his arrogance and arrogance had long been eliminated during the tragic period when he lost his magic power.
As early as last year, he came into contact with a seemingly very powerful dark wizard. The origin of this dark wizard was unknown. He had never heard of such a figure in the European wizarding world before. He forced himself to hand over Najib. Ni, that end he originally planned to use as the container for his next Horcrux.
Then, after Barty Jr. sneaked into Hogwarts for him, it was said that his plan also went very wrong. Several ancient hidden families came out one after another, and the second young master of the Malfoy family also showed extremely amazing strength and performance. He wanted to let Harry Potter, a boy with no background and no knowledge, be the first to win the flame according to the original plan. The difficulty of the cup can be said to be quite huge.
At this time, a group of dark wizards he met when he was traveling in Europe approached him and tried to help him solve this problem. As smart as Voldemort, he would not fail to see that this organization had actually been in contact with Peter Pettigrew for a long time. They found him by tracking Peter Pettigrew. Damn it, if he hadn't needed someone to take care of him at that time, he would have been killed long ago. Peter Dwarf was sent to meet Merlin.
Fortunately, by accident, this group of people seemed to have no ill intentions towards them, and instead offered to help them obtain Harry's blood to achieve resurrection. Voldemort naturally understood the principle of no reward for no merit, but he was eager to regain his strength. Even if there was any conspiracy behind this group of people, they would have to wait until he regained his strength.
However, it is also because of these reasons that Voldemort, after his successful resurrection, is more cautious and tolerant than he was in the original work. He knows that times have changed——
On the stage of this world, he and Dumbledore are no longer the only ones——
Those reclusive pure-blood families, the Malfoy family who suddenly broke the family tradition of single lineage and sent geniuses from the sky, this secretive and low-key mysterious dark wizard organization, etc., all suddenly appeared. Behind these forces, there are most likely old monsters standing one after another that can threaten themselves.
He is no longer the most powerful Dark Lord who can dominate the world, be arrogant and act recklessly.
Therefore, in front of him, the most urgent thing he needs now is to reorganize his forces as soon as possible!
Peter Pettigrew's sleeves were roughly pushed to his elbows by Voldemort, and there was something on his skin, which was a bright red tattoo - a skull spitting out a snake from its mouth, which was the Dark Mark.
He laid his long, pale index finger on Peter Pettigrew's arm.
Harry let out a scream as the scar on his forehead began to hurt again.
Peter Pettigrew let out another wail, as if his arms were being burned by flames. After Voldemort took his finger away from Peter Pettigrew's mark, the mark changed from bright red to pitch black.
Voldemort had a cruel look of triumph on his face. He straightened up, raised his head, and scanned the dark cemetery.
"How many people would have the guts to come back after feeling it?" he murmured, staring at the stars with his glowing red eyes. "And how many would be foolish enough not to come?"
The air was suddenly filled with the rustling of cloaks. Between the graves, behind the fir trees, and in every dark place, wizards apparated.
They were all hooded and had their faces covered. They walked over one by one...walking slowly and cautiously, as if they couldn't believe their eyes.
Voldemort stood silently waiting. One of the Death Eaters fell to his knees, crawled over to Voldemort, and kissed the hem of his black robes.
The Death Eaters behind him did the same, each crawling up to Voldemort on their knees, kissing his robes, then stepped aside, stood up, and silently formed a circle, laying waste to Tom Riddle's grave, Harry , Voldemort and Wormtail, who was lying on the ground, sobbing and twitching, surrounded the middle.
But there are still some gaps in the circle, as if waiting for others to join. However, Voldemort no longer seemed to expect anyone to come. 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 was trembling.
Voldemort was angry, really angry.
He didn't expect that there would be so few people coming!
He originally expected that there would be a few people like Karkaroff who would no longer dare to appear in front of him, but he always thought that under the deterrence of the Black Demon Mark, he could easily track these people. How dare they really betray themselves. He originally estimated that at least thirty people would respond to his call, but he didn't expect that he couldn't even get ten!
"Very good!" he whispered: "Very good!"
"It seems that during the time when I lost my power, many people had thoughts that they shouldn't have and decided to leave our big family..." He said ferociously: "It seems that I need to let them know , the consequences of betraying me..."
"Avery!"
One of the people in the circle suddenly fell to the ground. He was lying at Voldemort's feet, trembling from head to toe.
"Master!" he screamed, "Master, forgive me! Forgive us!"
"I know that the Lestranges, Dolohov, Mulciber, Rookwood, and Travers are all in Azkaban. They are loyal and would rather go to Azkaban than betray them. I...when Azkaban is breached, they will get rewards they have never dreamed of." Voldemort said coldly, "But what happened to the others who didn't come!"
"Master," Avery said carefully, "Since the Malfoy family gave birth to a talented second young master, Lucius has become farther and farther away from us. Several families that vassalized him such as Goyle and Crabbe is also like this……"
"Lucius..." Voldemort's voice was so cold that the air almost froze with ice, "You dare to betray me...then-"
"So, where is Nott? Where are the Carlo brothers and sisters? Where is Rohr?"
"Master," another tall and thin Death Eater stood up, "Dolphin was later arrested by Aurors for participating in illegal activities in Knockturn Alley, and was also sent to Azkaban. The Er family was also inexplicably wiped out."
"Oh, is there such a thing?" Voldemort's eyes raised high, "Yaxley, do you know what to write? Please explain it clearly to me."
"Yes, Master. Rolle is not the only example of a genocide," Yaxley said. "Earlier, the Lestrange family was attacked by a group of werewolves and was annihilated."
"Werewolf?" Voldemort's pupils shrank slightly, "That's not..."
"Yes, werewolves. They are the werewolves who have always been on good terms with the Rolle family, and the Rolle family is responsible for negotiating with them." Yaxley confirmed his statement again. He continued: "For this matter, everyone has done a lot of work. Blame Dolphin for not handling the matter well. Looking back now, it seems that the whole thing is weird..."
