Chapter 264: weak

"Voldemort is very forgiving." A deep voice echoed in the graveyard. "He will tolerate the unavoidable stupidity and cowardice of his men, such as the Death Eaters who are coming over now, they briefly "forget" my existence, but I don't care, because after Voldemort restored his power , They will come over soon and be more loyal than ever."
"But I can accept stupidity, but I can't accept stupidity again and again, Peter, this is the third time you made a mistake. Tell me, what should I do?"
The air was suddenly full of cloaked sounds of pawns. Between the tombs and behind the fir trees, the shadow of the wizard appeared in every dark place. They all wore hoods and covered their faces. They came one by one... walking slowly, carefully, as if they couldn't believe their eyes. Voldemort stood there silently and waited. A Death Eater fell to his knees, crawled to Voldemort, and kissed the hem of his black robe.
"Master...Master..." he whispered.
The same was true of the Death Eaters behind him. Everyone kneeled to Voldemort's side, kissed his robe, then stepped aside, stood up, and silently formed a circle.
"The treatment of stupidity may have to be left to the end. Now let me take a look at the members of my real family." Voldemort raised his head, raised his wand in his hand and pointed it to the side, smashing Old Riddle's tombstone completely. Then, with a loud noise, it collapsed.
Voldemort slowly shook his head and raised his hands, his scarlet eyes wondering whether he was staring at the wand or his long fingers.
At this time, there were still some gaps in the whole circle, as if waiting for others to join. But Voldemort no longer seemed to expect anyone to come. He looked around the hooded faces. Although there was no wind, there seemed to be a slight rustling in the circle, as if the circle was trembling.
Voldemort sighed, the cold voice drifted far away, and the circle shuddered more seriously.
"Welcome you, Death Eaters," Voldemort said quietly, "Thirteen years... It has been 13 years since our last meeting. But you still responded to my call like yesterday... That is, we are still united Under the Dark Mark! Really?"
He lifted his ugly face and sniffed two nostrils like slits.
"I smell guilt," he said. "There is a guilty smell in the air."
The circle shuddered again, it seemed that everyone wanted to go back, but didn't dare to move.
"I saw you, in good health and magic, as before-rushed so quickly!-I asked myself... why did the wizards never come to help their masters, help them to swear allegiance to them forever?"
No one speaks, no one dares to move. Only the worm tail fell to the ground, weeping holding the bleeding arm.
"I answered myself," Voldemort said softly. "They must believe that I can't do it, thinking that I'm finished. They slipped back among my enemies, saying that they were innocent, unaware, and caught black magic..."
"I asked myself again, but why did they believe that I would not make a comeback? Didn’t they know that I took a long time ago to prevent death? They didn’t see me countless times when I was stronger than any wizard Proof of unlimited potential?"
"I answer to myself, maybe they believe that there are still more powerful forces that can defeat Voldemort...maybe they are loyal to others now...maybe it is the leader of the lower ribs, the protector of the mud seeds and Muggles, Albus. Dumbledore?"
Hearing Dumbledore’s name, the members of the circle rioted, and some people muttered and shook their heads. Voldemort ignored it.
"It disappoints me...I admit that I am disappointed..."
One of the people in the circle suddenly fell to the ground. He crawled under Voldemort's feet, shaking from head to toe.
"Master!" he screamed, "Master, forgive me! Forgive us!"
Voldemort sneered and raised his wand.
"Drill your heart!"
The Death Eater fell to the ground writhing in pain and screaming. Harry believed that the sound would be heard in the surrounding houses... hurry up and call the police, he thought desperately... no matter who... anyway...
Voldemort raised his wand. The tortured Death Eaters lay flat on the ground, panting.
"Get up, Avery," Voldemort said softly, "Stand up. Ask me to forgive? I won't forgive. I won't forget. The long 13 years... I want you to pay off 13 years of debt, Only then will you forgive you.
"Do you also have a day to forgive others? Tom?" An old voice came from behind a purple sweater.
Then the man around Voldemort's circle seemed to hit a stagger at this time, and became confused, facing the several Death Eaters in Voldemort's neck and wanted to twist back stiffly to see what happened. What, but care about the man in front of him, dare not act rashly.
"Dumbledore!" After a brief silence, Voldemort took a breath and broke the silence.
The scarlet pupil instantly enlarged with consternation.
"traitor?"
His heart trembled, and he thought of the word almost immediately.
Their plan is very concealed, and there are only two reasons for it. Some people have exposed their feet, or traitors have revealed information to him.
Who would believe that Dumbledore was not a good judge in the Triwizard Tournament, then went to this place idle, and then happened to meet the resurrected Lord Voldemort?
"Little Crouch? Malfoy? Or..." Voldemort became silent after calling Dumbledore's name, thinking wildly about all possibilities
Then subconsciously shot a green light towards the old man who was not far away~EbookFREE.me~ Dumbledore was holding a wand in his hand at this time, and the large step of the court was walking towards Voldemort, and the half-moon-shaped lens reflected faintly. The light makes people unable to see the emotion in the eyes of the old man.
The old man's reaction was extremely quick. When he saw the death curse impinging on him unbiasedly, the old man's figure flashed off like a wind and disappeared in the same place, and then the green light hit a stone tablet behind him. Exploded, bursting out of a series of sharp explosions.
At this time, Voldemort restrained himself so that he did not appear so panic.
I can't understand my own status.
His strength was weakened, and when he waved his wand, the awkward feedback of the wand and his feelings were enough to make him understand that his current strength could not fight the old man in front of him.
What caused him to not fully recover his strength after his resurrection? In his prediction, his strength was clearly better than the past after this resurrection. Why? Or was it because of the lack of blood from the boy?