"After feeling it, how many people will have the guts to come back? And how many people will be stupid enough not to come?"

The spell to summon the Death Eaters has taken effect, but it will take some time for them to find the exact location. Waiting is always an anxious and boring thing, like a witch's curse that can only be broken with time.

"Harry Pott..."

Taking advantage of this gap, Voldemort finally had time to walk up to Harry and look at the boy who had once frightened him to death.

——So ordinary.

An ordinary name, an ordinary appearance, and even his strength is not considered talented. He is far inferior to Snape, who had mastered some dark magic before entering school, and he is also inferior to Barty Crouch Jr. who is proficient in all arts, not to mention Voldemort himself.

Apart from that little bit of bravery that borders on recklessness, there is absolutely nothing commendable about Harry Potter.

Now that I think about it, that prophecy was simply nonsense. How could such a person be worthy of being Voldemort's destined enemy?

It's a joke!

Voldemort suddenly felt how foolish he was in the past for starting a war just because of a vague prophecy.

But in terms of the result - he did lose, although he did not lose to Harry Potter, but to Lily Potter's ancient magic.

But is this just a coincidence? Or is it inevitable fate?

Voldemort was still unclear about this, but when he began to look Harry Potter in the face, he felt more and more that the boy in front of him was so insignificant. Even his one-in-a-million magical talent, "Parseltongue", was brought to him by a fragment of his own soul.

He was not qualified to be his destined enemy, and Voldemort soon confirmed this. There were only two people in the world who were worthy of being his enemies - Albus Dumbledore and Cyrus.

One is the greatest white wizard, and the other is himself!

But it must be said that Harry's courage was very dazzling. He was not simply reckless. In fact, he was very aware of his own strength and talent. But even so, he would not bow to Voldemort. Even if he was lying on the ground, he still stared at Voldemort with his stubborn green eyes! Voldemort didn't care about the ant's anger. He walked lazily to Harry's side. He was surprisingly not angry at the boy who caused him to lose power. Instead, he proudly introduced his family history to Harry.

"See, Harry, the body lying next to you is my father," he said kindly, without showing any dissatisfaction, and little Barty even had a funny smile on his face.

"He's a Muggle and a fool... just like your biological mother. But they are all useful, aren't they? When you were little, your mother died to protect you... I killed my father, and you see how useful he was after his death..."

Voldemort's words were like a knife piercing the lion's heart.

"Shut up!" Harry roared with hatred, wishing he could tear Voldemort to pieces!

However, even if the lion cub was angry, it could not bite off even a scale of the snake king.

Voldemort swung his wand contemptuously, and a Cruciatus Curse fell on Harry. It was just a small punishment, especially when Voldemort no longer took the prophecy seriously, he suddenly found that even torturing the child had lost its fun.

"Listen to me, Harry, you should be polite," his snake-like eyes were full of indifference, "I didn't make you like him, you should be grateful for my kindness, otherwise you will be waiting to rot now, or be eaten by the runes."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, palm downward, and the three-headed runespoor straightened its body, its bony head pressing against his palm.

He was just threatening, so of course he couldn't kill Harry.

“I feel a little sad for having killed my father with my own hands,” Voldemort raised his head and sighed lightly, but he did not look sad at all. “But look, Harry! My real family will be back soon…”

He had barely finished speaking when the air was suddenly filled with the rustling of cloaks.

In every shadowy place, among the graves, behind the cedar trees, wizards were apparating. They were all hooded, their faces covered. They came one by one...slowly, cautiously, as if they couldn't believe their eyes.

Voldemort stood there in silence, waiting.

One of the Death Eaters fell to his knees, crawled over to Voldemort, and kissed the hem of his black robes.

Harry saw a woman dressed in black with glowing eyes, but also with a little suspicion. She looked crazy and even dared to question the Dark Lord! "Who are you?" Bella raised her chin and pointed her wand at Voldemort.

She was really confused now. The reborn Voldemort looked completely different from a human, especially his face. Bella was willing to believe that he was born from a snake! Is this the Dark Lord? Although the Dark Lord twelve years ago looked very scary, at least he still had a nose, right?

What's more, not long ago, Bella saw with her own eyes the portrait of "Tom Riddle" published in the Daily Prophet. That handsome young wizard was the real appearance of the Dark Lord! His return to youth was proof of immortality!

"It really makes me sad, Bella, you don't remember me?" Voldemort turned around and looked at the Death Eaters who were gathering around him, his eyes showing great dissatisfaction, "Who else can summon you except me?"

He looked around at the hooded faces, and although there was no wind, there seemed to be a slight rustling among the crowd, as if all the people shivered together.

"What are you thinking about? Why don't you kneel down at your master's feet and beg for forgiveness?!" Little Barty was even angrier than Voldemort, or rather, his anger was visible.

He rushed between Voldemort and the Death Eaters, blocking Bella's wand that was pointing at Voldemort, and looked like he was going to fight with Bella.

But Voldemort reached out and pressed his shoulder, his bony fingers clearly articulated.

"Stand back little Barty."

After going through so many things, Voldemort valued his servant Barty the Younger very much, and he was not upset with those subordinates who had been loyal to him.

The loyalty of the Lestrange family, especially Bellatrix, is unquestionable!

"Master..." Little Barty took a step back, but still looked at Voldemort worriedly.

The Dark Lord finally regained his usual calm demeanor. He walked forward without any defense, his gray-white chest covered with snake scales exposed until it was against Bella's slightly bent wand.

"I know what you are doubting." Voldemort said softly. His words were very gentle and kind. Who would have thought that he was a demon who killed people without blinking an eye? He was almost like he was talking to his lover, but the object was not Bella alone, but all the Death Eaters.

"Master?" Bella put down her wand doubtfully and prepared to kneel down.

In fact, not many people are still in doubt at this moment. Appearance can be disguised, but strength and temperament will not change. The man in front of him is undoubtedly the Dark Lord! "It's not you who should kneel in front of me today, Bella."

Voldemort's gaze swept across all the wizards, who formed a circle. However, the circle was not dense, but rather sparse, as if some people were left out.

He walked past Bella and moved further towards the circle of Death Eaters.

"Welcome, Death Eaters," said Voldemort calmly. "Twelve years... twelve years since we last met. And yet you have answered my call as you did yesterday... so we are still united under the Dark Mark! Is that so?"

"Of course, my lord!" The group of Death Eaters who came out of the prison were the first to express their opinions.

The circle trembled again, and it seemed that everyone wanted to step back but didn't dare to move.

"Some of you are still healthy and powerful as ever - I ask myself... why don't these wizards come to the aid of their masters, the ones they swore to serve forever?"

"There was nothing we could do, my lord!" Rothsdorf pleaded.

"Of course, of course, I know your situation," Voldemort said softly. He waved his hand, and the Death Eaters who escaped from Azkaban immediately understood and walked behind him silently. Then, Voldemort looked at the rest of the Death Eaters.

"But you must have believed that I was gone, that I was finished. Slipping back among my enemies, saying that you were innocent, that you knew nothing, that you were under a spell..."

Those people were trembling with fear.

"I asked myself again, but why do they believe that I won't make a comeback? Don't they know that I took measures to prevent death long ago? Haven't they witnessed me prove my unlimited power countless times when I was more powerful than any wizard?"

No one dared to speak at this time. Voldemort walked barefoot among them like a snake. Harry saw a dazzling white figure, obviously Lucius Malfoy.

"I answered myself, perhaps they believe that there is a more powerful force that can defeat Voldemort... Perhaps they have now pledged allegiance to someone else... Albus Dumbledore?" Voldemort paused here, and then said another name, "Or that impostor, Cyrus?!"

Lucius' breathing immediately became much heavier.

Perhaps Voldemort heard it, or perhaps he had been wanting to attack Lucius for a long time.

"Tell me what you will, my cunning friend, Lucius."

"Master, I--" Lucius felt his teeth chattering. When it comes to psychological quality, he is far inferior to Snape because he cares about too many things.

He could not utter any words to defend himself, so Voldemort spoke first.

"I hear you have not renounced your past deeds, despite your pretense of morality to the world. I trust you are still willing to lead the way in torturing Muggles?"

"Of course my Lord..."

“But I want to know, why don’t you look for your real master’s traces, but instead work for that impostor?

Beads of sweat immediately appeared on Lucius' cheeks, but he was actually prepared for this question, or rather, he already had a set of excuses.

"I don't know, Master—I thought it was you—"

"Yes, it is indeed easy to be misunderstood." Unexpectedly, Voldemort nodded. "He has the same face as I did before, and he also has extraordinary talents and powers. He knows everything about me - but did I tell you to keep it safe?!"

"Please forgive me, Master..." Lucius knelt down with his face pressed to the ground.

"Get up, Lucius," Voldemort said softly, "Stand up. You beg me for forgiveness? Of course, this is not your fault. Anyone could be deceived by him. And Barty told me that you did a good job in the Azkaban prison break. You didn't betray anyone and brought back our friends. I hope you will serve me more loyally in the future."

"Of course, master, of course... You are so magnanimous, thank you..." Lucius burst into tears of gratitude.

At this moment, Voldemort's words changed, becoming sharp and harsh, full of blood-like anger: "But I will not forgive these twelve years of betrayal! I will not forget these long twelve years... I want you to pay off your debt of twelve years, and then I will forgive you!"

His gaze burned everyone like flames, and everyone he looked at felt as if their skin was burned.

Harry saw his clear anger and felt that he cast spells on the Death Eaters who had betrayed him with even more ferocity than when he cast spells on himself. He was so powerful, but he still read the names of the spells loudly.

"Crucio!"

All the traitors except Lucius fell to the ground, twitching as if they were dying.

Voldemort showed mercy, otherwise he would have been able to kill them even with just Cruciatus Curse.

After a while, he seemed to be less angry for the time being, so he stood there arrogantly and said to himself:

"Now, let me tell you about the fake," he said quietly. "What a surprise, isn't it Lucius?"

Lucius lowered his head.

"The diary I gave you only recorded some of my past, but because of my powerful magic, it has thoughts." Voldemort refused to mention the Horcrux, but he told Cyrus' identity in a few words.

"A piece of memory, carrying a little bit of my power, pretended to be me, got a body before me, did some stupid things, and even wanted to replace me?" He laughed contemptuously, "I admit that in the first two encounters, I didn't get any advantage from him. Even Wormtail was killed."

When Voldemort said this, he paused, not only expressing his "regret" for Wormtail's death, but also making the Death Eaters show different expressions at the right time.

"How can he be capable of fighting against you!" exclaimed Little Batty.

"Yes, because I was very weak at that time, but not now. I have returned and I have been reborn! A false counterfeit will soon die in my hands!"

He said confidently.

However, at this moment, a cluster of blue sparks suddenly lit up in the circle surrounded by Death Eaters. After the sparks bloomed, there was a bright singing!

Instantly, a blue flame like a bellflower bloomed, instantly igniting the entire space! The flames boiled, and the spreading impact knocked all the Death Eaters away in the blink of an eye! They rolled on the ground, like weeds that could not stand up after a strong wind!

The only one still standing was Voldemort.

"Is that what you told them, Voldemort?"

A teasing voice came from the fire, and then a blond young man in a windbreaker stepped out into the fire. That familiar face made every Death Eater tremble with fear!

"Owner?!"

Bella's eyes widened, her gaze switching back and forth between the two 'Dark Lords'.

Not just her, but everyone who had seen Voldemort's true form was like this.

Cyrus raised his chin arrogantly, and his golden pupils swept over the Death Eaters: "It's time to choose who you will serve, Death Eaters!"

Tomorrow I will go to Sanya for the company's annual meeting. I hope they don't buy me out. If I don't update tomorrow, I'll be gone 　　 　 (End of this chapter)