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Chapter 701: The Death Eaters
🕑 Added 2020-02-09 19:29:03 +0000 UTC
What made Evan curious was what Voldemort had with the vampire.
It was unusual that Caresius didn't show up after he disappeared with Cedric. Would it be related to that?
The attitude of the vampires was important, and the Slytherin family hid many secrets that had been passed down for centuries. Clues of the evil god, Salazar Slytherin's wand, the secret treasure key he left, etc...
Caresius and Voldemort had an agreement. Now that he had risen again, it was time to fulfill the agreement!
However, Voldemort didn’t look like he was going to keep his promise.
Now Voldemort continued to move forward, stopping in front of a man.
"Lucius, my slippery friend," he whispered, "I am told that you have not renounced the old days, though to the world you present a respectable face. You are still ready to take the lead in a spot of Muggle-torture, I believe? "
"Yes, my dear master ..." Lucius Malfoy's voice came quickly from beneath the hood.
"In this respect, your exploits were fun. Yet you never tried to find me, Lucius. Might not your energies have been better directed toward finding and aiding your master?" Voldemort asked softly.
"Master, I was constantly on the alert" Lucius replied swiftly. "Had there been any sign of you, any whisper of your whereabouts, I would have been at your side immediately, nothing could have prevented me..."
"No, you didn't! At the Quidditch World Cup last summer, you ran from my Mark, when a faithful Death Eater sent it into the sky!" said Voldemort lazily, "I know what was going on. In that box, you probably didn't expect that I was watching you in the dark and looking forward to your performance. You really disappointed me!"
Lucius stopped talking abruptly, his body shaking uncontrollably.
Evan knew that the Malfoys were going to be unlucky, and Voldemort would not let them go.
Of course, he wouldn’t kill Lucius Malfoy immediately. Sometimes it was crueler to cut meat with a blunt knife, step by step, watching the other go to despair, watching with satisfaction and feeling the joy of destruction.
"Lucius, I expect more faithful service in the future ..."
"Of course, my Lord, of course!" said Lucius immediately, "Please rest assured… you are merciful, thank you..."
Voldemort took two steps forward, and stopped, staring at the space, large enough for two people, that separated Malfoy and the next man.
"The Lestranges should stand here!" said Voldemort quietly. "But they are entombed in Azkaban. They were faithful. They went to Azkaban rather than renounce me. When Azkaban is broken open, the Lestranges will be honored beyond their dreams."
"The Dementors will join us. They are our natural allies. We will recall the banished vampires, werewolves, and giants. I shall have all my devoted servants returned to me, and an army of Dark creatures whom all fear..." his voice gradually increased." Then, I will get stronger power, more powerful than the world can imagine, and that power will soon belong to me. I will lead you to conquer the whole world and practice our ideas!"
It was really a vulgar dream to conquer death first and then the world.
Evan couldn't see any use of conquering the world, ruling and torturing many people. But Voldemort said that he would get even stronger power, which made him worry, it might be the power of the evil god!
If so, Voldemort who gained this power would not conquer the world, but destroy it.
He walked on. He passed some of the Death Eaters in silence, but he paused before others.
"Macnair… I heard you are destroying dangerous beasts for the Ministry of Magic? You shall have better victims than that soon, Macnair. Lord Voldemort will provide. …”
"Thank you, Master… thank you," murmured Macnair.
"Ah!" Voldemort moved to the two largest hooded figures. "Crabbe… you will do better this time, will you not, Crabbe? And you, Goyle?"
"Yes, Master!"
"We will, Master!"
They were the fathers of Slytherin students Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, and they bowed clumsily, muttering dully.
They were very traditional pure-blood wizard families, whose IQs had been lowered out of inbreeding.
When Voldemort first collapsed, the two families relied on the Malfoys to get away with it. But it was undeniable that they seemed to have exceptional talent in torturing Muggles.
"What about you, Nott?" said Voldemort quietly as he walked past a stooped figure in Mr. Goyle’s shadow.
The Nott family was another traditional and ancient pure blood wizard family, Slytherins from generation to generation, and strong supporters of Pure-blood supremacy.
The son of that stooped man was Theodor Nott, a tall and thin Slytherin boy. He and Harry were in the same year, but he had been outside the small gang organized by Draco Malfoy.
Evan had an impression of that boy. He was very clever and at the same time a little arrogant. He often liked to do his things by himself. It was a rare Slytherin who did not actively find trouble for Gryffindor students. Nott was said to be very talented in potions.
"My Lord, I prostrate myself before you, I am your most faithful..." said Nott hastily.
"Enough!" said Voldemort, obviously not convinced. "Prove yourself with practical actions in the future."
He walked quickly to the largest gap of all, and he stood surveying it with his blank, red eyes, as though he could see people standing there.
"And here we have seven missing Death Eaters… three dead in my service. One, too cowardly to return... he will pay. One, who I believe has left me forever… he will be killed of course. One more, who caused my failure that year… he’s now locked in Azkaban. I had expected him to perform better, but he cowardly hid for 13 years… I don’t need useless servants… waiting for him will be death… as for the last one, he remains my most faithful servant, and he has already reentered my service."
The Death Eaters stirred, and their eyes darted sideways at one another through their masks.
"He is at Hogwarts, that faithful servant, and it was through his efforts that our young friend arrived here ..."
The eyes of the circle flashed in Harry’s direction, looking at Evan next to him by the way.
Their eyes were very unfriendly, like those of the big snake not far from Evan, as though they were about to swallow them.
"Yes," said Voldemort, a grin curling his lipless mouth. "The famous Harry Potter and his classmate have kindly joined us for my rebirthing party. One might go so far as to call them my guests of honor."
