Bellatrix relayed what Barty Crouch Jr. had said.

Walking into the room, Voldemort sat down on the sofa: "Is Severus that strong now?"

He had experienced how powerful and cunning Harry Potter was.

That was a level that even I couldn't handle.

although……

Now I have just been resurrected, and I am not completely the feared Voldemort.

"Snape was dealing with Potter, who was in his third year at the time." A Death Eater bowed his head and answered in a low voice.

Oh, third grade.

That's understandable.

Voldemort lowered his head, looking at the wounds on his body, which were beginning to turn green and smell fishy, ​​and were gradually eating away at his flesh. Now it was rotting, and if the matter was delayed any further, there would be no need for treatment. Direct amputation was more effective than any other treatment method.

"Call Severus back." Voldemort pondered for a while, and then spoke hoarsely.

He can cure the basilisk's poison.

After all, the one in the castle is his dear little pet.

But he wasn't sure that it was only the basilisk's poison.

He was good at Potions, but not that good.

"Master, your dear godson..." a Death Eater exclaimed.

Voldemort raised his wand gracefully, pointed it at the man, and calmly chanted the spell: "Crucio!"

He fell down immediately, struggling in pain.

"What are you talking about?" Voldemort whispered. "Are you reminding me..."

"Voldemort, who was killed once, was completely reduced to a pitiful creature, a pitiful creature who was saved by his godson."

"So you are not to listen to a single letter of Voldemort's word. You are to obey the orders of your dear godson?"

The big question is whether to listen to him or to Barty Crouch.

The Death Eater shook his head with difficulty, his limbs twitching and twisted into a mess.

"No, my great master, the Death Eaters have only obeyed you from beginning to end." He struggled and spit out these words from his mouth.

Voldemort sneered: "Why don't you say it smoothly? Why do you have to grit your teeth like this?"

"Are you serious?"

"Let me take a look."

He waved his wand and the Death Eater's robes were lifted, revealing his bare chest.

With a puff——

The chest was cut open without a trace, revealing the beating heart. Voldemort shook his wand slightly again, and the blood vessels broke one by one. The bright red, vibrant heart flew out and floated in the air.

"Is this your heart?" Voldemort waved and took it in his hand. "Let me see it."

“What a nice heart.”

"But why can't I see that it's a true heart?"

The Death Eater lay on the ground, gasping for breath. Even though magic was keeping him alive, the missing heart still put a huge strain on his body.

Voldemort played with it as if it were some rare treasure. After a while, he suddenly realized and said, "Oh, maybe it is really a true heart."

His hand loosened.

The heart flew forward and fell back into the man's body.

The Death Eater finally recovered and seemed to be alive again.

"Don't do this next time, okay?" Voldemort greeted him softly, with a look of respect for him, and pronounced his words firmly.

The Death Eater was trembling, his body had not yet recovered, he immediately turned over and knelt at Voldemort's feet: "Master, my great master, my loyalty to you has never changed."

"Then contact Severus and ask him to come over." Voldemort flicked his wand. "At a time like this, we need all the strength we can get."

Speaking of this.

The door suddenly opened.

Lucius Malfoy came in, shivering and covered in snow.

"My dear Lucius." Voldemort looked at him and said lightly, "In my current memory, when I met you, you were just a child."

“Now he has become so old.”

Lucius knelt down: "Praise your return, great master."

"I don't need praise." Voldemort waved his hand, "My existence is praise."

"I'll tell you what to do..."

Lucius lowered his head and kissed the ground: "Master, the servant did not succeed."

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, flicked his wand, and the Cruciatus Curse fell on the old man.

"Failed?" Voldemort sneered, "That's your son, the future heir of the Malfoy family. How dare you tell me that you failed."

He didn't use much magic.

While making Lucius feel the pain, he could still speak freely: "Master, no, please listen to my explanation."

"He would not embrace the great Death Eater."

Voldemort interrupted. "He won't?"

"Is it he who is unwilling, or you who is unwilling?"

"Malfoy, tell me your answer."

"He, he is." Lucius twitched and struggled. "Great master, servant, servant dare not lie. He is a rebellious son. After I told him that I wanted him to become a glorious Death Eater, he attacked me without hesitation. He didn't even have me, his father, in his eyes."

"I haven't seen him for two years. He has become very strong now."

"Master, I am no match for him. I lost to him and even my wand was taken away by him."

He struggled to lift his robe, revealing fresh wounds on his body.

Voldemort looked.

It is easy to tell whether it is forged by himself or created by someone else, at least for him.

These injuries can only be caused by attacks from others.

"Father, son." Voldemort retracted the spell and sneered, "Family, what a ridiculous word."

He paused for a moment and said, "Lucius, I am very disappointed in you."

"You screwed up again."

Lucius knelt down tremblingly and kissed the back of his feet: "Master, please punish me. Your loyal servant is willing to bear it..."

Voldemort lifted his foot and gave him the honor of kissing it: "No, Lucius, my dear friend, you are loyal, and loyal people should be rewarded, although you have messed up two things."

"But at least it didn't affect my resurrection."

Lucius kissed her hard.

Voldemort looked at him with deep eyes: "I heard that you had a good relationship with Severus when you were in Hogwarts?"

"Then I will give you a task."

"Dear Lucius, as soon as possible, remember my words, as soon as possible, find Severus as soon as possible."

"I need him so badly right now."

Lucius raised his head and looked at his master in disbelief.

Voldemort's face darkened. "Why, do you also listen to Crouch's opinion and think that I shouldn't..."

He made a move to wave his wand.

Lucius shook his head quickly: "No, my great master, your opinions are always the wisest, and your servants will loyally carry out all your will."

Voldemort nodded with satisfaction: "Very good."

He thought about it and wanted to explain, but quickly gave up.

As the Dark Lord, their master, he shouldn't have to explain his mistakes. When was the last time a master had to explain to his servants?