After HP shared the dream, Lao Fu was conquered by me

Chapter 306 Voldemort (3)

"Tom, I've already promised you, why don't you take action?" Lamia shouted at Tom.

The next second, Tom came in front of Voldemort. Although they were both alone, Tom was about 4 inches taller than Voldemort.

"Ugly freak, I advise you to get out now." Tom said with a smile, and pinched Voldemort's chin with his slender fingers. The latter was surprised and angry. Voldemort could feel the familiarity of Tom, but he had not yet figured out his identity.

"Avada..."

"That won't work on me." Tom blocked the tip of Voldemort's wand with his fingertips and turned it towards Voldemort himself.

Lamia took this opportunity to quickly run over to Harry, who was still tied to the tombstone, looking very unhappy.

Then the air was suddenly filled with the rustling of cloaks, and wizards appeared among the graves, behind the cedar trees, and in every shadowy place.

Of course Lamia heard it, and she was sure that more and more people were coming, which was a big trouble.

Lamia glanced in Tom's direction. He was talking to Voldemort. Although they were not far away from each other, she could not hear a word.

"I won't let you take him away. This boy is the master's enemy. I will kill him!" Wormtail emerged from his hiding place, his sharp fangs ready to pounce as if he would pounce if Lamia took a step forward.

"Get away, disgusting rat." Lamia threw a punch in annoyance.

Wormtail was knocked unconscious to the ground, and his two sharp front teeth were broken into two. He was completely unprepared. After all, his tiny brain could never have imagined that Lamia was a hundred meters away from him, but the next second her fist would hit him in the face.

"Harry, listen to me, leave now, don't look back, go find Dumbledore." Lamia deftly put Harry down from the tombstone and cast a few healing spells on him that she was not very proficient in.

"Lamia, what about you? What will you do if I leave?" The wound on Harry's arm was still bleeding, soaking his shirt.

Lamia really needs to work on her healing spells.

"I'll be fine, Harry, Tom is here." Lamia said and raised her chin in Tom's direction.

Harry was very conflicted. He felt that this was not the right thing to do, but he had no other choice. He could not deal with Voldemort at all now, and his large army was here too.

The Death Eaters seemed to have assembled. They all wore hoods and covered their faces. They walked towards Voldemort one by one, walking slowly and cautiously, as if they could not believe their eyes.

Voldemort stood there silently waiting. Tom and he seemed to have reached some kind of consensus. Until Lamia covered Harry's departure, Voldemort just looked at her viciously but did not take any further action.

At this moment, a Death Eater knelt on the ground, crawled to Voldemort, and kissed the hem of his black robe.

"Master... Master..." he called in a low voice.

The Death Eaters behind him did the same, each one crawling on his knees to Voldemort's side and kissing his robes before stepping aside, rising and forming a silent circle.

Tom, Voldemort, and Wormtail, who was lying on the ground sobbing and twitching, were surrounded in the middle, but there were still some spaces in the circle, as if waiting for others to join.

However, Voldemort snorted coldly. It was obvious that the number of people did not meet his expectations. He looked around at the hooded faces. Although there was no wind, there seemed to be a slight rustling sound in the circle, as if the circle shivered.

"Welcome, Death Eaters," said Voldemort calmly. "Thirteen years! It has been thirteen years since we last met. And yet you have answered my call as you did yesterday. That means we are still united under the Dark Mark! Is that so?"

He raised his ferocious face, and his scarlet eyes looked at the Death Eaters around him one by one.

Lamia always looked in Tom's direction. Once she got a chance to escape, she would never stay here, even with Tom's assurance that Voldemort was a madman.

Tom seemed to notice Lamia's gaze, he turned around and blinked.

Voldemort saw his movement but made no response, as if he hadn't seen it.

Then he opened his two slit-like nostrils and sniffed the air.

“I smell guilt,” he said. “There’s a stench of guilt in the air.”

The circle trembled again, and it seemed that everyone wanted to step back, but did not dare to move.

"I see you all, healthy and well, your magic is as powerful as ever. That's great, but why don't these wizards come to the aid of their master, the one they swore their eternal allegiance to?"

No one spoke, no one dared to move, only Wormtail fell to the ground, screaming again and again.

"Shut up! Wormtail, or I'll shut you up forever!" Voldemort looked over and saw Wormtail covering his mouth almost the next second, even though he was in great pain.

"Then let me answer," Voldemort continued. "They must have believed that I was gone, that I was finished. They slipped back among my enemies, claiming to be innocent, unwitting, and under the spell of the Dark Arts."

"I asked myself again, but why do they believe that I will not come back? Don't they know that I took measures to prevent death a long time ago? Didn't they witness me countless times when I was more powerful than any wizard? Do you want to prove your potential?"

"I answered myself, perhaps they believed that there was a greater power that could defeat Voldemort. Their great master, let me guess, was Albus Dumbledore, the protector of mudbloods and Muggles?"

When they heard Dumbledore's name, the members of the circle became agitated, some of them muttered and shook their heads.

Voldemort ignored them all.

"That disappoints me, I admit I am disappointed!"

One of the people in the circle suddenly fell to the ground, prostrating himself at Voldemort's feet, trembling from head to toe.

"Master!" he screamed. "Master, forgive me! Forgive us!"

Voldemort sneered and raised his wand.

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

The Death Eater lying on the ground was twisting and screaming in pain.

A green light suddenly appeared before Lamia's eyes.

Voldemort raised his wand, and the tortured Death Eater fell flat on the ground, gasping for breath.

"Rise, Avery," whispered Voldemort. "Stand up. You ask for my forgiveness? I will not forgive, I will not forget. Thirteen long years, and I will make you pay your debt for thirteen years before I will forgive you. Wormtail has paid some of his debt, has he not, Wormtail?"

He looked down at Wormtail, who was still sobbing. His face was covered in blood, leaving only two half-broken front teeth that were particularly noticeable.

"Yes, yes, my Lord," said Wormtail tremblingly.