Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 264: Weakness

"Voldemort is very forgiving." 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 soon and be more loyal than ever."

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

The air was suddenly filled with the cloaked pawns of Xixi. 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 carefully, 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.

The Death Eaters behind him were the same. Everyone knelt and crawled beside Voldemort, 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 pointed the old Riddle's tombstone. It was completely shattered and collapsed with a loud noise.

Voldemort shook his head slowly and raised his hand, his scarlet eyes were 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 faint rustling sound 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 you, Death Eaters," Voldemort said quietly, "Thirteen years... It has been thirteen years since our last assembly. But you still responded to my call as you did yesterday... That is to say, We are still united under the Dark Mark! Are you?"

He lifted 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 didn't dare to move.

"I see you, healthy and healthy, and the magic is the same as before — arrived so quickly! — I asked myself... why these wizards have not come to help their masters and help them swear their allegiance forever People?"

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, thinking I'm dead. They slipped back to my enemies and said that they were innocent, unaware, and witchcraft... …"

"I asked myself again, but why did they believe that I would not make a comeback? Didn’t they know that I took measures to prevent death a long time ago? They didn’t witness when I was stronger than any wizard Have I proven my unlimited potential countless times?"

"I replied to myself, maybe they believe there is a stronger power that can defeat Voldemort... maybe they have allegiance to others now... maybe it's the leader of the chinks, the protector of the mudblood and the Muggles, ah Don't think Dumbledore?"

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

"This disappointed me...I admit I was disappointed..."

One of the people 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.

"Put your heart out!"

The Death Eater who fell on the ground twisted and screamed in pain. Harry believed that this 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 thirteen years And then I 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. The death eaters facing Voldemort wanted to twist their necks stiffly, look. Seeing what happened, he cared 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 in consternation.

"Traitor?"

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

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

Who would believe that Dumbledore was a bad judge in the Triwizard Tournament, and then strolled 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~IndoMTL.com~Dumbledore was holding the wand in his hand at this time, and strode towards Voldemort in a leisurely walk, reflecting the half-moon lens. The faint light made people unable to see the emotions in the old man's eyes.

The old man’s reaction was extremely quick. Seeing the death curse attacking 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. On, it exploded, bursting out a series of explosive sharp noises.

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

I can't understand my own state better.

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

What is the reason that he has not fully recovered his power after his resurrection. In his expectation, his power will be better than the past after this resurrection. Why? Or is it because of the lack of the boy’s blood? ?