Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

In the original book, even Fenrir Greyback, the werewolf leader who defected to Voldemort, was looked down upon by Rodolphus and others, and was always ranked last when the Death Eaters were ranked.

If the dark creatures themselves were not very smart, any leader with a normal mind among them would not choose to join Voldemort's camp.

Now the vampire is sane so the two sides start fighting.

When Little Barty heard Rodolphus' explanation, he almost jumped up in anger: "But we occupied their holy land."

It is said that the castle where the Death Eaters are located is related to the origin of vampires. Those vampires worshipped here as a holy place. Now it is forcibly occupied by the Death Eaters. It would be strange if they don't fight after the previous ridicule.

"What we need is their strength. You can agree to their requests first and throw them away when they are no longer useful."

"We are Death Eaters. Can we keep our word with them?"

Rodolphus stubbornly insisted on his suggestion: "No, how can a lowly creature like a vampire be worthy of standing next to the master."

This is why Voldemort did not arrange this group of people to attend the negotiations. Even if something could be negotiated, they have the ability to ruin it.

It’s too late to say anything now. After all, the matter has been discussed and the important thing is how to solve it.

It seems that the vampires are planning to launch a general attack today, and the current situation is very unfavorable for the Death Eaters.

As one of the best Death Eaters, Barty the Younger can subdue a vampire in just a few moves. Unfortunately, there are too many vampires. After all, Transylvania is their gathering place.

Just as the Death Eaters were forced to retreat to the castle gate.

The originally dark night sky became even darker and deeper. The moon and stars in the sky lost their luster, like a man-eating beast from the abyss with its mouth wide open, waiting for the arrival of its prey.

The vampires also noticed the abnormality in the sky. They have excellent night vision and better eyesight than wizards during the day, and are extremely good at fighting at night.

They were originally the darlings of the night, but in the darkness, at this moment, they actually felt fear.

Fear from the depths of the soul.

"It's the master who has come out."

The Death Eaters who were originally in a state of despair immediately became ecstatic upon seeing this. They stretched out their hands to the sky and called out loudly. The most devout among them were Bella and Barty Jr.

A black smoke descended from the sky and turned into a bald head.

Voldemort.

The iconic black robe had a twelve-foot-long green snake wrapped around it. Its snake eyes were staring at the vampires, and it would occasionally spit out scarlet tongues.

Voldemort turned around and looked at the group of vampires. Just a simple look made all the vampires stop, and no one dared to step forward.

The crushing of the Death Eaters just now, making them retreat step by step, seemed like just an illusion.

"You intend to rebel against me, against Voldemort?"

Voldemort's voice was very soft, but his words sounded like a thunder in the ears of these vampires, sliding through the silent night sky.

“You took our property by force.”

A young vampire stood up, but before he could finish his words he was hit by a dark green light. With a scream, his body began to decompose into ashes.

"Did I ask you to speak? Who are you to have a say here?"

Voldemort said coldly, his tone as cold as the lake water in the cold winter of February.

Although the vampire looked young, he was actually over 400 years old. Although vampires were generally long-lived, it was not as exaggerated as living for a thousand years.

A four-hundred-year-old vampire is considered to be very old.

He was very brave when fighting the Death Eaters just now, and he blocked the attacks of at least five Death Eaters by himself.

Even such a powerful vampire couldn't block a single spell of Voldemort.

It was clear that Voldemort had grown stronger once again, and he had performed another dangerous magical transformation.

Now his eyeballs have turned into vertical pupils like a snake.

The white of the eye is blood red, and the pupil in the middle is vertical, which looks very evil and impactful.

Under the gaze of these pupils, no vampire dared to step forward, let alone answer.

"Where is your leader?"

Voldemort's eyes swept over the vampires one by one. The vampires, who were already "dead" and without body temperature, felt a chilly breath, and at this moment the blood in their bodies seemed to be frozen.

It’s so scary. The person in front of me is so scary.

But still no vampire escaped. They had already died once, and death was not scary to them.

"No one answered me?" A trace of impatience flashed across Voldemort's face.

No one could keep him Voldemort waiting.

nobody.

Under the bright dark green light, accompanied by the screams of countless vampires, they turned into ashes one after another.

Chapter 433: Come meet death with me! Tom!

Killing people at the slightest disagreement is very consistent with Voldemort's character.

His gaze turned to the vampires once again.

"I gave you a chance. Since you don't want to tell me, I'll find it myself."

Voldemort fixed his gaze on a certain spot as he spoke, grinning to reveal a row of uneven teeth with a hint of black: "No one can hide a secret from me."

One of the best masters of telepathy in the world, he can easily see into other people's thoughts.

He soon discovered it.

He slowly stretched out a hand and clenched it towards the air.

There was an immediate commotion among the vampires on the opposite side, and an older-looking vampire with a mustache flew out uncontrollably. The vampires around him tried to hold him back, but their strength was of no use. The other vampires tried to use magic to intercept him, but the result was the same as before and they all failed.

All he could do was watch the vampire fly away.

The bearded vampire struggled hard but it was no use. He cast several spells in succession but still to no avail.

So he simply launched an attack on Voldemort. Accompanied by a series of awkward sentences that were incomprehensible, the mustached vampire flying in the air released a purple spell at Voldemort.

This is an ancient spell. With the help of this magic, the mustached vampire defeated five Death Eaters easily.

It was such a spell that was placed with high hopes, but it was easily blocked by the magic released by Voldemort.

Then he was grabbed by the neck by Voldemort with one hand.

Wandless and silent casting, the casting process cannot be easily interrupted.

This cannot be described as brilliant; it is no exaggeration to say that it is unique and rare.

It's really terrible.

"Are you their leader?"

Although Voldemort's body was created not long ago and had never been trained, no matter how the vampire struggled, he could not break free from his grasp, as if a pair of activated clamps were tightly gripping his neck.

As Voldemort's five fingers contracted, the vampire's face began to turn red at a speed visible to the naked eye, which was in sharp contrast to the vampire's originally pale face.

It's quite unbelievable. Vampires strictly belong to the category of 'dead people'. Compared with normal humans, they are actually closer to corpses. They have no body temperature, no heartbeat, are afraid of strong light, and do not need to supplement nutrition by eating except sucking blood, but they actually need to breathe.

"It doesn't look like the level is that good."

"They chased my lovely servants everywhere. As their master, I had no choice but to take action."

Voldemort sneered at the mustached vampire who was trapped by him, with an expression of cat playing with mouse on his face.

"Let go of Chief Belmont."

When the other vampires saw their leader being humiliated, they all shouted at him, but how could Voldemort pay any attention to them?

Although vampires need to breathe, suffocation cannot kill vampires, it can only make them uncomfortable, just like sunlight and garlic can make them uncomfortable.

Voldemort squeezed hard, and his ordinary palm seemed to turn into a red-hot iron, sticking to the neck of the vampire named Belmont, making a sizzling sound and accompanied by the aroma of barbecue.

Looking at the Belmont chief whose face turned red but who was unable to make a sound and could only show a painful expression, Voldemort showed a look of pleasure on his face.

He likes to see others being tortured the most, especially to torture others with his own hands, which makes him feel comfortable whole body and mind.

The Death Eaters standing behind him cooperated very well and laughed shrilly, waving flags and cheering like a group of small demons following the Demon King.

Some of the vampires could not hold back and wanted to rush over to save their leader, but Voldemort simply stretched out a finger with his other hand and flicked it lightly in the air, and dark green light enveloped their bodies.

In an instant it vanished.

The whole process was as smooth as silk, and the vampires didn't even have time to scream.

Voldemort's brutality once again successfully shocked the vampires, and crushing them was as easy as crushing an ant.

"I say it again, kneel down, submit to me, crawl at my feet, kiss the hem of my clothes and become my dog, and I will let you go, and I will let your people go too."

There was no room for doubt in Voldemort's tone.

However, this was of no use to Chief Belmont. He tried to move his lips and squeeze out a few words from between his teeth.

"We won't be anyone's slaves! The vampires will never be slaves!"

"What a pity. You'll just have to die."

Voldemort's tone turned cold again. He had no intention of trying to subdue these vampires by appealing to their emotions and reasoning with them like Zhuge Liang did in capturing Meng Huo seven times. His already limited patience was completely exhausted.

He suddenly exerted force on the palm of his hand that was pinching the opponent's neck, and a dark green light suddenly appeared between his palms. Along with the sharp screams of Chief Belmont, the opponent's body began to decompose layer by layer in an instant.

The Disintegration Spell is a very evil black magic that will cause a person to watch his or her body dissipate bit by bit, unable to do anything but endure the pain it brings.

Like the Cruciatus Curse, it is Voldemort's favorite spell, but the Cruciatus Curse allows him to "play" with it for a longer time, while the Disintegrator has a stronger impact.

Not fearing death does not mean not fearing torture.

Voldemort wanted to use extreme cruelty to make the remaining vampires fear him.

He enjoys being feared by others, and he is good at using fear to control everything.

However, not everyone will do as he wishes. Decades ago, there were Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix who fought against him for justice and fairness, and now there will be more and more such wizards.

"Hahahaha I see I see your weakness, Voldemort! No! Tom!"

"You like to threaten others with death. As powerful as you are, the thing you fear most is death!"

Belmont, whose body was decomposing bit by bit, actually started to laugh wildly. He not only called out Voldemort's name, but even mocked him. As the oldest and most powerful vampire, he possessed the power to see through the essence of people's hearts, which was completely different from the effect of Reflexology and was a special racial talent among vampires.

"But you are wrong! Not everyone is afraid of death. Death is not scary to our clan. It is just a new journey."

"so."

Belmont, with only half of his body left, had a determined look in his eyes.

"Come with me to death, Tom!"

Chapter 434 Her Name is Nagini

After shouting that, Belmont's body began to glow, and his only remaining arm tightly grasped Voldemort's shoulder, fearing that the other party would escape.

Then a force capable of destroying everything suddenly rose up in his body.

Most wizards would lie in this situation and struggle to leave. Belmont wanted to see this panic in Voldemort's eyes.

But he was disappointed

There was no panic or fear in Voldemort's eyes, only contempt. Even the giant snake wrapped around him showed the same expression.

why?

The next moment Belmont saw it, he opened his mouth and tried to say something, but it was too late.

The light that was glowing on his body had already covered his body and engulfed the surroundings.

Boom!

The huge sound was deafening, the earth was shaking, the air was vibrating, the huge explosion swallowed up the bodies of the two people, and the smoke and dust made it impossible to see what was ahead.

Blow up!

Belmont used magic as fuel and his body as a container, and actually chose to die together with Voldemort by self-destruction.

A very drastic approach.