newbobooks Chapter 307 Voldemort (4)
Chapter 307 Voldemort (4)
"But you returned to me, not out of loyalty, but out of fear for your old friends. You deserve this pain, Wormtail. This is the price you deserve."
"Yes, Master," Wormtail moaned, "Please, Master, please."
"But you helped me gain a physical body," Voldemort said coldly as he watched Wormtail sobbing on the ground. "Even though you are a despicable traitor, you helped me. Voldemort will not mistreat those who have helped him."
Voldemort raised his wand again and waved it in the air. A light strip like molten silver appeared on the tip of the wand. At first it had no shape, and then the light strip twisted and turned into a gleaming human hand, as bright as moonlight.
It flew down on its own and settled on Wormtail's bleeding wrist.
Wormtail suddenly stopped sobbing, his breathing was heavy and harsh, he raised his head and looked at the silver hand in disbelief.
It fitted seamlessly onto his arm as if he were wearing a dazzling glove, and he tried to bend its gleaming fingers, then tremblingly picked up a twig from the ground and crushed it to powder.
"My Lord," he whispered, "My Lord, this is beautiful. Thank you, thank you."
He crawled over on his knees and kissed Voldemort's robes.
"Master, I will definitely work hard to repay your reward and will definitely catch that hateful silver-haired girl. When the time comes, I will break her teeth with my own hands and rip her bones...ah——"
Wormtail collapsed to the ground again. His arm, which had been repaired by Voldemort, had melted away. The silver liquid quickly seeped into Wormtail's body, and the intense pain made him roll on the ground.
"Master, save me, Master!" Wormtail endured the severe pain and pulled Voldemort's robe.
"Let go, idiot." Voldemort raised his foot and kicked Wormtail, causing him to knock down a fir tree and lose consciousness.
"Oh, this is Lucius, my cunning friend," he paused in front of a man and whispered, "I hear you haven't renounced your past deeds, even though you put on a sanctimonious front in front of the world.
But I believe you are still willing to take the lead in torturing Muggles, but you have never looked for me, Lucius. Your behavior at the Quidditch World Cup was quite interesting, but wouldn't it be better if you spent your energy on finding and helping your master?"
"My Lord, I am always on the alert," said Lucius Malfoy's voice rapidly from beneath his hood. "Any sign from you, any rumour of your whereabouts, and I shall be at your side instantly. Nothing will prevent me—"
"But last summer when a loyal Death Eater launched my Mark into the air, you escaped," Voldemort said lazily.
Lucius shut up.
"Yes, I know all about it, Lucius. You have disappointed me. I hope you will serve me more loyally in the future."
"Of course, Master, of course... you are generous, thank you..."
Voldemort took two steps, stopped, and looked at the space between Malfoy and the person next to him. The space was big enough for two people to stand.
"Mr. and Mrs. Leicester, my loyal servants, should be standing here," Voldemort whispered, "but they were buried alive in Azkaban, preferring Azkaban rather than betray me.
When Azkaban is breached, the Leicesters will receive a reward beyond their wildest dreams. The Dementors will join us, our natural allies, we will recall the exiled giants, I will have back all my loyal servants, and once again we will have a host of magical creatures to fear.
He continued walking, passing some Death Eaters silently and stopping before others.
"I will not punish you, but you must remember that from now on, I will not tolerate betrayal."
"Thank you, master, thank you." said the group.
"Ah," Voldemort said, stepping up to the two largest, hooded figures—"Crabbe... You'll behave better this time, won't you, Crabbe? And you, Goyle?"
Lamia only took one look and knew that the two men must be the fathers of the two fat boys in the academy. Their family genes were really amazing, and they looked almost exactly the same.
They both bowed awkwardly and muttered foolishly.
"Yes, Master..."
"Yes, Master..."
Very good, the tone of voice is the same.
"That's enough!" Voldemort walked up to the largest opening and looked at it with his empty red eyes, as if someone were standing there.
"There are six Death Eaters missing... Three died for me, one didn't have the guts to come back... will pay the price. Another, I believe, has left me forever... he will, of course, be executed... and one remains my most loyal servant, and he has returned to my service."
There was a small commotion among the Death Eaters, and they exchanged glances.
"He is at Hogwarts, my loyal servant. Without him, I would not be meeting my servants tonight."
There was silence.
Then the Death Eater to Wormtail's right took a step forward, and the voice of Lucius Malfoy came from beneath his mask.
"Master, we long to know, and we beg you to tell us how you accomplished this, this miracle, to be able to return to us again."
"Ah, it is a long story, Lucius," said Voldemort, and he touched the cool tip of a thin, pale finger to Lucius's shoulder and then, stabbed it hard.
"Ah--" Lucius screamed in pain, but covered his mouth the next second and only let out a few muffled groans.
"Master, I was wrong. Please let me go. I beg you."
"No, you are right, Lucius," said Voldemort, glancing at Lamia, "Our guest is still here, and this is not the right time to ask the question."
"I was wrong, Master, I was wrong." Lucius didn't dare to speak. He lowered his head and looked at the palm of his hand, which was dripping with blood from his shoulder.
Voldemort chuckled in his ear, removed his finger, and continued speaking to the Death Eaters.
"Fortune favors the great Voldemort, servants, and victory is at hand."
Voldemort smiled a terrifying smile, and his red eyes became empty and cold.
The Death Eaters gathered in a circle shuddered in unison and lowered their heads even lower, fearing that their moody master would notice their little movements.