Vol 2 Chapter 700: Voldemort's hatred

Voldemort's cold voice echoed in the open space, and Evan and Harry listened silently, and the body tightened tightly.
The scar on Harry's head had been hurting, as if to tear him hard, and he bit his teeth to protect Ai Wen behind him.
He thought that Avon was Gabri, and he was involved in this trouble because of himself.
Harry made up his mind and must bring Gabri back alive, no matter what happened.
Voldemort continued to linger, seemingly in a good mood, recalling his past.
"My father abandoned us. When my mother gave birth to me, it was difficult to die. I grew up in the Muggle Orphanage, so I vowed to find him." Voldemort said, "Later, I avenged him, and that gave me The same name as his, Tom Riddle"
Speaking of this name, his tone carries a hint of chill and disgust.
"This is a name that makes me feel shameful. It belongs to the man!" Voldemort said, the voice became softer and the cruel smile on his face became more apparent. "But it will end, this shame is with my father." I left and was destroyed by myself. Haha, Harry Potter, you are very honored, listen to me, listen to my memory history, I am a little sad, but look, Harry! My real family came back!"
His voice just fell, and the air suddenly filled the cloak's well-known death.
In the weeds, behind the dead trees, there are witches in every dark place.
They all wore hoods and covered their faces.
They walked one by one, walking very slowly, cautiously, as if they could not believe their eyes.
Voldemort stood there silently waiting, and the snake's face twisted, revealing a cruel smile.
With a splash, a Death Eater fell to the ground and climbed to Voldemort to kiss the hem of his black robe.
"Master owner" he whispered.
The same is true of the Death Eaters behind him. Everyone climbs to Voldemort and kisses his robes.
Then, silently retreating to the side, stood up, and gradually formed a circle, surrounded Voldemort, Avon, Harry and the man who wheezed on the ground.
There are still some gaps in the circle, as if waiting for others to join.
However, Voldemort seems to no longer expect someone to come. He looks around at the hooded face. Although there is no wind, there seems to be a subtle rustling in the circle, as if the circle had a slap.
"Welcome to you, Death Eaters!" Voldemort said calmly. "Thirteen years, it has been 13 years since we last gathered. But you still respond to my call as yesterday, that is, we are still united in black. Under the magic mark, is it?"
He lifted his sly face and opened his two small slits to sniff.
"What is this smell, I smell it!" he said. "There is a stench in the air."
The circle stunned again. It seems that everyone wants to go backwards, but they don’t dare to move.
"I saw you, healthy and innocent, the magic is as fast as before, so I quickly rushed to me! I used to keep asking myself why these powerful wizards have not been helping their owners and helping them to swear for loyalty forever. ?!"
No one speaks, no one dares to move.
"Then, I answered myself!" Voldemort whispered, slowly pacing around the inside of the circle. "They must believe that I can't, I thought I was finished. They slipped back to my enemies and said they were innocent." , uninformed, in the magic
"I asked myself, but why do they believe that I won't make a comeback? Didn't they know that I took a way to prevent death long ago? They didn't see me countless times when I was stronger than any wizard. Does it prove that his mana is boundless?" His voice dragged long and looked extraordinarily sinister.
"I answered myself again, maybe they believe that there is still more power to defeat Voldemort! Perhaps they are now loyal to others, maybe the leader of the lower Riba, the protector of the mud and Muggles, Albus Deng Not Boli?!"
When I heard the name of Dumbledore, the members of the circle stunned, and some of them groaned and kept shaking their heads.
Voldemort ignored it and his expression became colder and colder.
"This makes me regret, I admit that I am disappointed and I am very disappointed with you."
One of the people in the circle suddenly fell to the ground. He was kneeling at Voldemort's feet and shivering from head to toe.
"Master!" he screamed. "Master, forgive me! Forgive us!"
Voldemort sneered and raised his wand.
"Drill your heart!"
The Death Eater who fell to the ground squirmed and screamed painfully. This voice came from the soul.
Voldemort's power is stronger than any black wizard. His evil thoughts make the diamond curse extraordinarily cruel and extraordinarily unbearable.
Evan clenched his wand, and the door key was not in time.
After a dozen or so hours, Voldemort finally raised his wand.
The tortured Death Eater lay flat on the ground and gasped.
"Get up, Avery!" Voldemort whispered. "Get up, ask me for forgiveness?! I tell you, I won't forgive. I won't forget, I will ask you to pay off for thirteen years. The debt will then forgive you."
Voldemort looked around the Death Eaters and seemed to be looking for the next target.
"I think you must be wondering, how did I come back," he said softly. "I did get help from a few vampires. Although they were not obedient, they helped me. Voldemort would not help. His people"
He lifted his wand again, danced in the air, and a light band like a melted silver was drawn on the head of the wand. At first, there was no shape. Then the band was twisted and turned into a gleaming hand, bright like a moonlight. .
It flew down on its own and was automatically placed on the man's bleeding wrist.
It was seamlessly attached to his arm as if he had worn a dazzling glove.
The man tried to bend the flashing finger and tremblingly picked up a branch from the ground and pinched it into a powder.
"My master!" he whispered, "Thank you, the kind owner!"
He squatted and kissed Voldemort's robes.
"People who are loyal to Voldemort will be rewarded. This is what you deserve, Durand!" Voldemort said. "Welcome to be a member of the Death Eater. By convention, I will help you get back what you should belong to."
Watching this vampire tremble and join the circle, Ai Wen remembered his appearance.
He replaced the little dwarf Peter to complete the magic for Voldemort and got the cursed arm.
I have to say that his performance is much stronger than Peter.