You Wouldn't Even Call Me Master!

The downside of arriving early is that you might run into a player whose main account has been banned and whose alt account has been Voldemort to an epic degree.

It would feel incredibly satisfying to be abused, but William only wants to be abused by his partner.

Come here!

Come and torture me!

There's no way to torture him; with Voldemort's small frame, he probably remembered what happened in Albania, and upon seeing William, he immediately self-destructed.

William was a little embarrassed by this decisive action, so he tried again the second time, but failed to pin the Wormtail.

Now you feel a bit more confident, right?

But to everyone's surprise, Peter immediately scurried away through a hole, leaving Voldemort behind.

Well, that's more like Peter.

William tried it more than ten times, and the result was always the same.

Because Voldemort thought his plan had been leaked, Dumbledore was probably there too.

Since they had failed, they definitely had to self-destruct first and then run away, not giving Dumbledore chances... But William really came alone!

Dumbledore wasn't behind him!

There was nothing he could do but wait until Voldemort was fully resurrected before he could come back.

Otherwise, they'd just expose themselves directly; they wouldn't bother with all this fancy stuff.

After much agonizing reflection, William suddenly had a new idea.

He doesn't need to come here looking like himself; he could just become someone else.

For example... William looked at his own gene pool.

Hmm... there is quite a bit of usable hair for him to use in his Polyjuice Potion.

The 400th cycle.

As night deepened, all the students, under the dean's guidance, headed towards their respective colleges.

Malfoy, along with his wife Narcissa, is searching for Draco in the labyrinth.

The two searched for a long time in a patch of grass before finally finding Draco, whose clothes were disheveled.

There was a big club next to him; the female zombie had long since fled.

Malfoy pointed his wand at his son and said, "Rennervate."

Draco slowly woke up, looked at Old Malfoy, and tears streamed down his face.

"Dad..."

"Who did this?" Narcissa asked angrily, tears streaming down her face.

Malfoy was also furious.

Dare to touch his son...? Don't you want to live?

"I didn't see... someone steal my Felix Felicis, and then a female zombie dragged me to the playground..."

Malfoy began to sob.

This time, it wasn't William who stole the Felix Felicis; it was definitely Hermione who did.

In the afternoon, William told her she could come and steal Felix Felicis.

If it were William, he would have simply and openly taken it.

Hermione, on the other hand, was less conspicuous, carefully wearing Invisibility Cloak to steal it.

So Draco didn't see who did it.

"Never mind, let's go back first." Malfoy felt the burns on his arm were getting worse.

The three headed towards the castle, parting ways at a crossroads, with Malfoy turning and running toward the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

He reached the edge of the Forbidden Forest, suddenly pulled out his wand, and looked warily at a large tree.

"Who is it? Show yourself!"

"It's me, don't be nervous, Lucius!"

Karkaroff emerged from behind the tree, clenching his left arm, his face grim. He said:

"You felt it too, didn't you, Master... summoning us. This is the first time in fourteen years."

"What do you mean? You want to report me to the Ministry of Magic?" Malfoy asked warily.

"Reporting you? You must be joking! Master is back..." Karkaroff said sternly.

"Standing with the Ministry of Magic at this point... what's the difference between that and Grindelwald in 1945?!"

"You're quick on your feet," Malfoy sneered. "Don't forget, you were only spared punishment by the Ministry of Magic back then by betraying the Death Eaters."

That's true.

After Voldemort's downfall, Karkaroff was captured by Mad-Eye, and he then became a guide, capturing various Death Eaters.

Karkaroff was imprisoned by a considerable number of Death Eaters in Azkaban.

Therefore, Karkaroff was not well-liked by the Death Eaters had escaped punishment.

Death Eaters must have backbone!

They hate these collaborators the most!

"And how are you any better than me? Didn't you also escape Azkaban by bribing people and claiming you were under Imperius Curse?" Karkaroff exposed each other's dirty laundry.

"You weren't under Imperius Curse tonight, were you?"

Malfoy snorted and said, "So, what brings you here tonight? Are you planning to tip off the Ministry of Ministry of Magic, or are you trying to escape?"

"Of course..." Karkaroff stroked his beard and said, "I'm going to see the master with you."

Malfoy had no idea what Karkaroff was up Potions, but he nodded nonetheless.

If anything goes wrong, he will hand Karkaroff over to Voldemort as a traitor he has captured.

I think the master will be satisfied.

"Severus didn't come?" Malfoy suddenly asked.

"I don't know, he wasn't with me tonight."

Malfoy sighed.

Snape seems determined this time to join Dumbledore.

When Voldemort fell from power, only Snape was vouched for by Dumbledore, who claimed he was a spy for them.

It was then that everyone realized that Snape had already been currying favor with Dumbledore.

This is why Malfoy maintained a good relationship with Snape and admired his strategic vision.

But now that his master is back... Snape is probably doomed.

"Let's go," Malfoy said.

The two reached the edge of the Forbidden Forest and began to Apparition.

In front of the tomb,

Voldemort has finally resurrected as planned.

He was laughing hysterically.

Waiting for the servant to arrive.

As the victor, he started chatting with Harry again.

This is the composure of a victor.

"Harry Potter, you are standing on my father's bones," Voldemort hissed softly.

"He's a Muggle and a moron... just like your own mother. But they're both useful, aren't they?"

When you were little, your mother died protecting you... I killed my father, and look how useful he is now...

Voldemort laughed. He paced back and forth, scanning his surroundings, while a Runespoor slithered across the grass.

"See that house on the hillside, Potter? My father lived there. My mother was a witch who lived in this village and fell in love with him."

But when she revealed her identity, he abandoned her... My father didn't like magic...

"He left her and went back to his Muggle parents. I wasn't even born yet, Potter. My mother died in childbirth, and I grew up in Muggle orphanage..."

"But I swore to find him... I avenged myself on the man who gave me the same name... Tom Riddle..."

Voldemort continued pacing back and forth, his red eyes scanning the graves.

"Listen to me, listen to my family history..." he said softly, "Ah, I'm getting a little sentimental... But look, Harry! My real family is back..."

Suddenly, the air was filled with the rustling of cloaks. Among the graves, behind the fir trees, in every shadowy spot, the Apparition.

They were all wearing hoods and their faces were covered. They came over one by one... very slowly and cautiously, as if they couldn't believe their eyes.

Voldemort stood there silently, waiting.

Malfoy plopped down, the first to kneel, crawl to Voldemort, and kiss the hem of his black robe.

"Master... Master..."

He called out softly, tears welling in his eyes.

The Death Eaters behind him did the same; each of them knelt, crawled to Voldemort's side, kissed his robes, then stepped aside, stood up, and silently formed a circle.

Only Karkaroff remained motionless, still watching Malfoy's performance with great interest.

Goodness... I didn't expect Malfoy to be such a good actor. Those few times he called out "Master" just now, his voice even sounded like he was crying.

Everyone looked at Karkaroff.

Malfoy also looked at him strangely, wondering whether he should take him down.

Karkaroff seems really... brave tonight.

Wait... he wouldn't have tipped off Dumbledore, would he?

Malfoy squinted, ready to run away at any moment.

Voldemort seemed quite patient tonight; he ignored Karkaroff and instead surveyed the hooded faces around him.

Although there was no wind, a faint rustling sound seemed to pass through the circle, as if the circle had shivered.

There are still some gaps in the circle, as if waiting for others to join.

However, Voldemort no longer seemed to expect anyone to come.

"Welcome, Death Eaters," he said calmly.

"Thirteen years... It's been thirteen years since our last gathering. Yet you still answer my call, just like that day... That means we are still united under the Dark Mark! Is that right?"

Voldemort raised his hideous face, opened his two narrow nostrils, and sniffed the air.

"I smelled guilt," he said. "There was a stench of guilt in the air."

"I see you all, healthy and unharmed, your magic as strong as ever—arriving so quickly!—I ask myself... why haven't these wizards come to help their master, to help those they've sworn to serve forever?"

"I answered myself," Voldemort said softly, "They must have believed I was no good, that I was finished."

"They slipped back into my enemy ranks, claiming innocence, ignorance, and that they were bewitched..."

"Perhaps they've already pledged allegiance to someone else... maybe that hook-nosed guy, that protector of Mudblood and Muggle, Albus Dumbledore?"

Voldemort finally looked at Karkaroff.

"Yes or no?"

Karkaroff didn't move; instead, he grinned.

"I understand." Voldemort beckoned, Runespoor slithered over and rubbed against his palm.

Voldemort stroked the snake's head calmly and said, "You're doing very well as the headmaster of Durmstrang. You have the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore protecting you."

You no longer need my protection. You have no attachment to me whatsoever, and you loathe your identity as Death Eaters.

He paused, looked at Karkaroff, and said with a sorrowful expression:

You won't even kneel down and call me "master"!

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