Chapter 70 (2/2)

He stretched out his bloody arm, but Voldemort sneered again, ”not this one, Wormtail.”

”Master, please... Please...” Voldemort bent down, pulled up Wormtail's left arm and rolled his sleeve to his elbow. Harry saw something on the skin, like a bright red tattoo - a snake spitting out of a skeleton's mouth, the figure that once appeared in the Quidditch World Cup: the black mark. Voldemort looked at it carefully, ignoring Wormtail's uncontrollable sobs.

”It's back,” he said softly. ”They'll all notice it... Now, they'll see... They'll know...”

He put his long, pale index finger on Wormtail's arm. The mark on Wormtail's arm turned dark black.

Voldemort's face was grim and proud. He straightened up, raised his head and scanned the dark graveyard.

”After feeling it, how many people have the courage to come back?” He murmured, his glowing red eyes staring at the stars in the sky. ”How many people are stupid enough not to come?”

The sky was dark, and the dark clouds gradually showed the mark of the Dark Lord.

Soon, the air was suddenly filled with the thud of a cloak. Between the tombs, behind the fir trees, there are wizard phantoms in every dark place. They were all hooded and masked. They came one by one... Slowly and carefully, as if they could not believe their eyes.

Voldemort stood there waiting in silence.

A Death Eater fell to his knees, climbed up to Voldemort and kissed the hem of his black robe.

”Master... Master...” he whispered.

It was the same with the other death eaters, each of whom knelt down and climbed up to Voldemort, kissing his robe, then stepped aside, stood up and quietly formed a circle around Tom Riddle's grave, Harry, Voldemort and the sobbing and twitching Wormtail. But there are still some gaps in the circle, as if waiting for others to join. Voldemort, however, no longer seemed to expect anyone to come. He looked around the hooded faces. Although there was no wind, there seemed to be a slight rustle in the circle, as if the circle was shaking.

”Welcome, death eaters,” said Voldemort calmly. ”Thirteen years... Thirteen years since our last meeting. But you still respond to my call as you did yesterday... That is to say, we are still united under the dark mark! Is that right? ”

These people around Voldemort had a slight commotion, but they were careful not to show it.

The pale moonlight lit up the whole cemetery. Wu Qizhe hid behind the tombstone. He hid his breath, restrained his magic, and watched warily as Voldemort re educated his men where no one noticed.

Voldemort made some punishments to show his dignity, at the same time, he broke his arm for Wormtail. And then there's some relief for the newcomer, Viktor Krum.

Crum had been scared out of his wits. He could only bow his head in front of Voldemort, hoping that his humble performance could win the favor of the other side.

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