Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Voldemort is very forgiving." The deep voice echoed in the cemetery. "He will tolerate the unavoidable stupidity and cowardice of his men, such as the Death Eaters who are rushing in now, who have temporarily "forgotten" my existence, but I don't care, because after Voldemort regained his power , they will come soon again, and they will be more loyal than ever."

"But I can accept stupidity, but I can't accept stupidity again and again, Peter, this is your third mistake, tell me, what should I do?"

The air was suddenly filled with the sound of cloaked pawns. Between the tombs, and behind the cedar trees, in every shadowy place there were apparitions of wizards. They all wore hoods and covered their faces. They came one by one... slowly and cautiously, as if they couldn't believe their eyes. Voldemort stood there in silence, waiting. A Death Eater fell to his knees, climbed up to Voldemort, and kissed the hem of his black robe.

"Master...Master..." he whispered.

The same was true for the Death Eaters behind him, each kneeling and crawling to Voldemort's side, kissing his robes, then stepping aside, standing, and forming a silent circle.

"The treatment of the idiots 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, completely smashing old Riddle's tombstone. It collapsed with a loud bang.

Voldemort shook his head slowly and raised his hand, his scarlet eyes 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. Yet Voldemort seemed to no longer expect anyone to come. He looked around at the hooded faces, and although there was no wind, there seemed to be a slight rustling in the circle, as if the circle had shivered.

Voldemort sighed, the cold voice drifted far away, and the circle trembled even more seriously.

"Welcome, Death Eaters," said Voldemort calmly, "thirteen years... it's been thirteen years since our last meeting. But you are still answering my call like yesterday...that is, we are still united. Under the Dark Mark! Is it?"

He raised his hideous face, opened his two slit-like nostrils and sniffed.

"I smelled guilt," he said. "There was a stench of guilt in the air."

The circle trembled again, and it seemed that everyone wanted to step back, but dared not move.

"I see you, all healthy, and magical as ever--arrived so quickly!--I ask myself...why these wizards haven't come to help their masters,

Someone who helped them swear eternal allegiance? "

No one spoke, no one dared to move. Only Wormtail fell to the ground, holding his bleeding arm and sobbing.

"I answer myself," said Voldemort softly, "they must have believed I was dead, thought I was done. They slipped back into the midst of my enemies, saying they were innocent, unknowing, and witchcraft..."

"I asked myself again, but why do they believe I won't make a comeback? Don't they know that I took measures to prevent death a long time ago? Didn't they witness me countless times when I was stronger than any wizard? Prove that you have unlimited potential?"

"I answer to myself, maybe they believe there is a greater power that can defeat Voldemort... Maybe they have allegiance to others now... Maybe the leader of the lower Liba, the protector of the Mudbloods and Muggles, Albus. Dumbledore?"

Hearing Dumbledore's name, the members of the circle rioted, and some people muttered and shook their heads. Voldemort ignored him.

"It disappoints me...I admit I am disappointed..."

One of the circles suddenly fell to the ground, prostrate at Voldemort's feet, shaking from head to toe.

"Master!" he screamed. "Master, forgive me! Forgive us!"

Voldemort sneered and raised his wand.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

The Death Eater who fell to the ground wriggled and screamed in pain. Harry was sure that the sound would reach the surrounding houses...call the police, he thought desperately...whoever...whatever...

Voldemort raised his wand. The tortured Death Eater lay flat on the ground, gasping for breath.

"Get up, Avery," said Voldemort softly, "stand up. You beg me to forgive? I won't forgive. I won't forget. Thirteen long years... I want you to pay off your debts for thirteen years, Then you will be forgiven.

"Will you be forgiving someday, Tom?" an old voice came from behind a yew tree.

Then the person who surrounded Voldemort's circle seemed to stumble at the same time and became confused. Facing Voldemort's several Death Eaters, they wanted to twist their necks stiffly back to see what happened. What, but he was worried about the man in front of him and didn't dare to act rashly.

"Dumbledore!" After a short silence, Voldemort took a breath and broke the silence.

The scarlet pupils instantly widened in shock.

"traitor?"

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

Their plan is very hidden, and there are only two reasons for it to be revealed. Someone has revealed the clues, or a traitor has revealed information to him.

Who would believe that Dumbledore didn't act as a judge for him during the Triwizard Tournament, and then wandered around this place for free, and then happened to meet the resurrected Voldemort?

"Little Crouch? Malfoy? Or..." Voldemort became silent after calling Dumbledore's name, thinking frantically about all the possibilities

Then he subconsciously shot a green light towards the old man not far away.

Dumbledore was holding a wand in his hand at this time, and strode towards Voldemort in a leisurely stroll. The half-moon lens reflected a faint light, making it difficult to see the emotions in the eyes of the old man.

The old man's reaction was extremely quick. When he saw the death curse strike him impartially, the old man's figure dashed away like a gust of wind and disappeared in place. Then the green light hit a stone tablet behind him, and a bang. It exploded, and a series of explosion-like sharp noises erupted.

At this time, Voldemort restrained himself, so that he did not seem so panic.

I can't understand my own state.

His strength was weakened, and when he swung his wand, the awkward feedback from the wand and his own feelings were enough to make him understand that his current strength was no match for the old man in front of him.

What is the reason that he hasn't fully recovered his power after being resurrected. In his expectation, his power will obviously be better than the past after this resurrection. Why? Or is it because of the lack of the boy's blood?