Hogwarts: Don't you all have the God's Eye?

The two of them were so confused that they had to face each other.

Harry watched Voldemort walk out of the cauldron quietly, his heart filled with despair.

Voldemort reached into the pocket of his robe and took out a wand.

He ignored Harry and looked at Lucius Malfoy and said, "Come here, stretch out your arm..."

Lucius Malfoy woke up from a dream, as if he suddenly understood what had happened.

He suddenly jumped up from the tombstone, staggered to Voldemort's side, handed over his intact arm, and revealed the Dark Mark on his arm.

Voldemort chuckled: "As smart as ever, you are undoubtedly more worthy of respect than that cowardly, timid Wormtail."

"He was stupid and almost useless, so he died."

"But, Lucius, my cunning friend, I also saw hesitation and luck in this cleverness. Have you ever doubted whether I can still come back?"

"Even until just now, you were not so willing to give up a part of your body for me to help me regain my strength..."

At the end, Voldemort's tone gradually became cold.

Lucius Malfoy's face changed drastically, and he knelt on the ground, trembling: "From, never! Master! I... I swear, I am willing..."

Voldemort stretched out a pale, slender finger and gently tapped on Lucius Malfoy's Dark Mark.

Lucius Malfoy let out a wail, and the Dark Mark on his arm quickly changed from red to black.

"It doesn't matter. Let's see how many people have the courage to come back after sensing the call of the Dark Mark?" Voldemort murmured, "and how many people will be stupid enough not to come?"

Voldemort bent down, looked directly into Lucius Malfoy's eyes, and said softly: "You hesitated, and even wanted to give up, just like you did before."

"In the past ten years, you have not been able to stick to the oath you once made to me and serve your master wholeheartedly."

"Since you don't want to, I wonder if you should let your son Draco take over your duties. I heard that Draco is not opposed to this."

Lucius Malfoy lay down in panic. He got down from his body: "Master! I didn't! I was... I was just worried that Draco was not ready to sacrifice himself for you! He is still a child... He doesn't understand your greatness, Master!" Seeing that he was about to collapse, Voldemort changed the subject: "... But you helped me restore my body, Lucius. After losing that fool Peter, you did perform better than other Death Eaters, although you never took the initiative to look for me." "You know Voldemort is always generous to those who are loyal to him." Voldemort raised his wand and waved it in the air. A golden light band sprayed out from the head of the wand, twisted into shape, and turned into a glittering hand. Once the golden prosthetic hand was formed, it automatically floated to Lucius Malfoy's broken hand and fit tightly together. Lucius Malfoy looked at this scene in surprise, feeling his new arm, swinging back and forth, just like it was tailor-made, without any hindrance. Voldemort whispered, "Remember, there will be no next time..."

"After today, go back and tell Draco that it's time for him to get ready..."

Lucius Malfoy's face trembled, his eyes widened, and his words revealed uncontrollable excitement: "Yes!"

"Get up, I look forward to your performance in the future."

Lucius Malfoy got up without hesitation and walked behind Voldemort.

Voldemort turned around and looked at Harry, his snake face squeezed out a gloomy and terrifying smile: "Do you know that you are sitting on my father's bones, Harry?"

"Tom Riddle, this is his name, and at the same time, it is my name..."

Harry leaned against the tombstone behind him, thinking of what had just happened, and a strong desire to vomit rose in his heart again.

Voldemort said: "Few people know that the Dark Lord's biological father is actually just a stupid, dirty Muggle."

"He doesn't realize the beauty of magic, nor does he understand his own position. I have never regarded him as a family member."

"But that doesn't matter, because I killed him in the end. Throughout his life, his only role was to use his bones to help me come back again."

Harry took a deep breath and was about to speak when he was interrupted by Voldemort. He sneered: "You are not convinced, I can see that, you want to refute me? I don't need to guess that your mind is full of

It is Dumbledore's disgusting thoughts. "

"I have no intention of discussing with you, Harry, because the facts will prove that I am right in the end."

"Before I die, let me teach you one last thing. This world is determined by the superiors. Whoever holds the power is qualified to control the fate of others, just like now..."

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound in the air.

Voldemort stopped, opened his hands at the right time, and smiled: "Look, my real family is back..."

As soon as he finished speaking, wizards kept appearing between the graves behind him and in the surrounding woods.

Every wizard who arrived at the scene was dressed very similarly.

They all wore cloaks and robes, and wore hoods to cover their faces, so they could not see Clear face.

At this time, there was another snap in the air, and Barty Crouch Jr. suddenly appeared in the cemetery with the Goblet of Fire.

Barty Jr. was unconscious, with dense, scaly scars on his body from broken skin. His skin turned gray and bloodless, and there was a huge wound on his back, black and red, which was constantly oozing pus.

Voldemort glanced over, Lucius Malfoy understood, and quickly ran to Barty Jr.

Voldemort's voice came from afar: "Take good care of my most loyal friend, Lucius, if you can't even do this, you know the consequences..."

"Yes! Master! "

Lucius Malfoy answered loudly.

Looking at the injury, he actually wanted to declare that Barty Jr. was hopeless, but he didn't dare to disobey Voldemort.

Lucius Malfoy swallowed and quickly pulled Barty Jr. aside.

The other wizards who arrived by Apparition ignored Lucius Malfoy's actions. They trembled over the bushes and tombstones and walked towards Voldemort.

Voldemort just stood there silently waiting.

Suddenly, a Death Eater trembled and knelt on the ground, crawled to Voldemort with all his limbs, and kissed his black robe madly. Hem.

"Master... my dear master..."

He called in a low voice.

The Death Eaters behind him also gathered around, each of them saluted Voldemort, then stepped aside and formed a circle.

In the center of the circle was Voldemort and Harry, who was tied to a tombstone.

Voldemort waved his wand, slowly drawing a circle over the heads of the Death Eaters who had gathered around him, then pointed his wand at the ground and paused for a while, as if he was performing some kind of ceremony.

Then, he looked around at the hooded faces and said calmly: "Welcome, Death Eaters..."