I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 318 Harry, who doesn't talk about martial arts

He pressed his long, pale index finger to Peter Pettigrew's arm.

The wound on Harry's forehead throbbed again, and Peter Pettigrew let out another wail.Voldemort lifted his finger from Pete Peter's mark, and Harry saw the mark turn as black as ink.

With a look of cruel triumph on Voldemort's face, he straightened and threw his head back, scanning the dark graveyard.

"How many would have the guts to come back after feeling it?" he murmured, his glowing red eyes fixed on the twinkling stars, "and how many would be foolish enough to avoid it?"

He started pacing back and forth in front of Harry and Pettigrew, scanning the graveyard now and then.About a minute later, his eyes fell on Harry again, and his snake-like face contorted into a cruel smile.

"Harry Potter, you're standing on top of my father's bones," Voldemort hissed softly. "He's a Muggle and an idiot . . . like your own mother. But they all have their uses, Didn't you? When you were little, your mother died protecting you... I killed my father, and you see how useful he was when he died..."

Voldemort didn't think Alsace's behavior was shameful at all, and now he was not ashamed but proud, and looked at Harry with a smug expression, as if he wanted Harry to praise him for how powerful he was. Same batch.

"Oh yes, I don't need to introduce myself anymore. In this case, you should know who I am—and... I heard that your popularity is as high as mine..." Voldemort said to Harry with a strange expression.

Harry's inner os: Do you really think I am willing?

Immediately afterwards, he might feel that such a one-sided confession is meaningless, so he waved his wand and pulled out the smelly sock stuffed in Harry's mouth. Flowers, spit all over the floor.Voldemort flinched in disgust. Thanks to his quick movements, he would have been sprayed by Harry.

Seeing Harry's distressed look, Voldemort laughed ferociously again.As he paced up and down, looking around, the snake was still wandering about in the grass, as if playing some strange trick.

"See that house on the hill, Potter? My father lived there. My mother, a wizard, lived in the village, and fell in love with him. But when she told who she was, he deserted She... my father doesn't like magic..."

Voldemort was talking about his parents' love to himself, he didn't care about the disdain in Harry's eyes, his scarlet eyes were full of disdain for his Muggle father, "He left her and went back to his Muggle parents beside me, before I was born, Potter."

"My mother died in childbirth and I was raised in a Muggle orphanage...but I swore to find him...I took revenge on the man who gave me the same name as him, Tom. Riddle..."

"Ha, I'm starting to feel a little sad." Voldemort wiped his bald head and showed a sinister smile: "Family trifles always make people sad, don't they?"

"Then I don't really understand something, Mr. Voldemort." Harry put on a cute look.

Voldemort was interested. He never thought that Harry could talk to him calmly, and even ask him a question.He looked at Harry with great interest, and gave Harry unprecedented patience: "Tell me, Mr. our great savior, 'The Boy Who Lived'?"

Harry blinked his emerald green eyes, and asked with a cute face: "Since your father is a Muggle and your mother is a pure-blood wizard, why do you still associate with those pure-blood wizards? They don't value blood the most Is it? Actually, you don’t know that I also have relevant pressure, even though my father is also a pure blood, but those pure blood wizards looked down on me when I was in school. "

Voldemort looked at him for a long while, but he didn't hear the yin and yang in Harry's mouth. Instead, he laughed haha. The eerie smile made Harry shiver involuntarily.Voldemort smiled for a while, looked at Harry and said, "These are not problems, Harry, as long as you treat them with sincerity, they will treat you as their own family, right? Wormtail?"

As he said that, Voldemort looked at Peter Pettigrew, who was still weeping at his feet, with no mercy in his eyes.

"Yes... yes... the master treats us... as a real family..." Peter Pettigrew replied in a muffled voice, "That's why we treat the master as a family..."

Harry couldn't hold back, and spat out another mouthful.

"Speaking of which, my real family members are coming..." Voldemort opened his arms in a welcoming gesture.

Following his movements, the steaming black clouds in the sky also moved, and streaks of black smoke fell on the ground, which was the apparition unique to Death Eaters.They all wore hoods and covered their faces with special old eight-style masks. They walked over one by one, walking very slowly and cautiously, as if they couldn't believe their eyes.

After all, it has been 13 years since the old devil disappeared, and when he suddenly appeared in front of everyone, they were all in disbelief.

Voldemort stood there silently waiting, a Death Eater fell to his knees first, crawled up to Voldemort, and kissed the hem of his black robe.

"Master, master..." he called in a low voice.

The Death Eaters behind this Death Eater did the same, each kneeling and crawling to Voldemort's side, kissing his smoky robes, then stepping aside and stepping aside, standing up and forming a silent formation. A circle enclosing old Tom Riddle's grave, Harry, Voldemort and Wormtail sprawled on the ground weeping and twitching.But there are still some gaps in the circle, as if waiting for others to join.

But Voldemort didn't seem to expect anyone to come any more. He looked around at the hooded faces. Although there was no wind, there seemed to be a slight rustling in the circle, as if the circle trembled.

"Welcome, Death Eaters," said Voldemort calmly, "thirteen years... It's been thirteen years since we last met, and yet you answer my call as if it were yesterday... that is Say, we're still united under the Dark Mark! Are we?"

He raised his ferocious face and opened two slit-like snake eyes, "I have to admit, I'm disappointed that none of you tried to find me!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand in front of a Death Eater beside him and made a gesture of picking it off. The mask worn by the Death Eater was instantly taken off, and black smoke was still rising: "Crabbe!"

Voldemort pointed to his name, the Death Eater named Crabbe fell down, and Voldemort reached out to the next Death Eater: "McNeil! Goyle!"

After taking off the mask one by one, Voldemort looked around and asked sullenly, "Where is Lucius? Lucius Malfoy, how dare he ignore my summons?"

Crabbe got up from the ground and said hesitatingly: "Lucius...Lucius..."

"Lucius has rebelled, and he is now being bought by that kid named Louis Mountbatten, and he is working for him." Gore immediately got up, and said emphatically: "They have already worked together and come together completely, that Mountbatten Barton, he has a very close relationship with Dumbledore, I suspect, master, Lucius Malfoy has completely betrayed his master and fell into Dumbledore's arms..."

Harry heard their names and understood that these two were probably not Draco's followers, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle and their fathers.

"Let's talk about him later." Voldemort's expression was cloudy, he didn't want to mention the traitor on his big day, so he turned to Crabbe and Goyle: "What about you two?"

"My lord, as soon as I find your signal, or any rumors of your whereabouts..." Crabbe spoke quickly, but was interrupted by Voldemort.

"There was a signal, my cunning friend!" Voldemort's tone was very bad: "And it's not just rumors!"

"I assure you! My master!" Gore immediately took over the conversation: "I have never given up our magic way, and I will always remain loyal to you!"

Before Voldemort could speak, Harry, who was being held up behind him, cheerfully said: "Loyalty is not absolute, but it is absolutely not loyal. Have you heard this sentence, Mr. Voldemort?"

Hearing Harry's words, Voldemort's scarlet vertical pupils radiated malicious light, staring at Crabbe and Goyle kneeling on the ground.

"I'm back, but I'm back, master..." Peter Pettigrew chugged like a bug to Voldemort's feet.

Voldemort looked down at Peter Pettigrew, who was shivering, and said with disdain: "You came back... because of fear, not loyalty!"

Pettigrew Peter showed an expression of disbelief, which turned into extreme fear. He opened his mouth to refute, but Voldemort took the lead in expressing his conclusion: "However, in view of the past few months, you still sent You helped me gain a physical body when I needed it most, Wormtail, Voldemort will never treat those who helped him badly..."

As Voldemort said, he touched Peter Pettigrew's head with his hand, pulled his hair again, and then clicked his wand, and a shiny silver arm grew out of Peter Pettigrew's original severed arm.

Peter Pettigrew looked at his new arm with ecstasy. The arm felt no discomfort, and it could be stretched freely just like the original hand. He stood up happily, knelt on the ground and kept kowtow: "Thank you, master, thank you Owner……"

Kowtow was not enough, he began to crawl over to kiss Voldemort's robe again.

"Stop saying thank you, Wormtail." Voldemort squinted a pair of snake eyes, and said meaningfully: "I hope your loyalty will not waver, can you understand, Wormtail?"

"No, my master...never!" Pettigrew swore.

Voldemort snorted coldly and turned his gaze to Harry.

"Do you want me to tell the truth about that night 13 years ago? Do you want me to tell you what made me lose my magic power?" Voldemort walked to Harry's side and poked his cheek with his wand: "Do you want me to tell you?" ?”

Harry changed his position. He was actually a bit tired from being tied up. He changed his position into a more comfortable position after cooing twice, and continued to look at Voldemort - anyway, he won't be able to get down for a while, so he was not in a hurry broke free.

"It's because of love." Voldemort flicked his wand and said disdainfully: "You know, when that lovely Lily Potter gave her life to save his only son, and at the same time gave him the utmost protection, I couldn't touch him —Oh, poor Quirrell, just because he touched him, he was shattered into powder..."

The Death Eaters onlookers took a breath in unison, shocked by Lily Potter's method - he was obviously just a Mudblood, but he had the strength to set the Dark Lord up?
"It's an ancient magic, I should have expected it at the time..." Voldemort's indifferent attitude was as casual as mentioning the "Protection of Minors Act": "But it's okay, it's okay, things have changed now , I can touch you now, I can touch you..."

Saying that, Voldemort stretched out his thin and pale claws, and pressed them on Harry's scar.

A burst of severe pain came, and Harry couldn't help but screamed in the form of Eyesight Potter. Voldemort saw Harry's pain, and Snakeheart Joy also shouted. Harry didn't react at first, but when he realized it At that time, he couldn't help shouting loudly: "It's fine if I cry out in pain, what are you shouting for?"

Voldemort didn't expect Harry to fight back so sharply, and couldn't help but froze for a moment.

Immediately, he let go of Harry, stared into his scarlet eyes and said, "I didn't expect a few drops of your blood to be so useful, did you, Harry?"

Harry gasped for a few moments, looked at him and said, "Of course I know, but Louis said what my blood is... Oh yes, the blood of a fourth-level enemy?"

"The blood of the fourth-level enemy?" Voldemort chewed it twice but couldn't figure out what it meant, but he didn't think about it any more. He turned around and took two steps, waved his hand and loosened the rope that bound Harry, and shouted loudly: " Pick up your wand, Potter!"

Harry's glasses also fell off, and he began to look for them aimlessly on the ground—similar to Nobita, he was half-blind after taking off his glasses.

"I say - you pick it up! Pick up your wand! Potter!" roared Voldemort again.

"Wait a minute, I can't find my glasses!" Harry yelled back, yelling at Voldemort for a moment.

Harry quickly found the glasses and wand. Voldemort pulled out his wand. He laughed strangely twice, and asked loudly, "You should have learned how to duel, Harry? I heard how to duel at school. There is a dueling club..."

"Expelliarmus! (Expelliarmus)" roared Harry, he was now disobedient in the Quidditch field-not to mention Wood, he quickly threw a spell, and hid behind it Two small jinxes, one is a tarantella dance and the other is an incisor match stick.

(End of this chapter)