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"I'm finally back. How long has it been?"

Voldemort's extremely cold and sharp voice rang out in the steam and echoed throughout the cemetery.

Pettigrew, who had collapsed to the ground, now stood up trembling all over.

With trembling hands and feet, he picked up the black robe wrapped around Voldemort's young body from in front of the crucible.

Carefully and respectfully, he handed it to Voldemort, who was standing in the crucible.

Voldemort quickly put on his robes and stepped directly out of the tall crucible and out of the thick steam.

His skin was paler than a skull, and his eyes were blood red.

The nose is as flat as a snake's, and even the nostrils are two thin slits like a snake.

Now Wright had his eyes closed, using the back door that was left behind when he was shaping Voldemort's body.

Constantly checking and recording all the information, knowledge, and content in Voldemort's memory.

When Karkaroff saw the person appearing on the screen through the live broadcast, he showed a look of fear and screamed uncontrollably.

Snape still had no expression, but his trembling hands showed that he was not at peace.

The adult wizards who had participated in the Wizarding War all had changed expressions and their eyes were filled with uncontrollable fear.

Dumbledore watched the projection with interest, and seemed very interested in Voldemort's next performance.

Fudge, Ludo, and Old Barty all looked worried, fearing that Wright would be hurt by Voldemort.

Only the students who knew nothing were pointing and criticizing the people in the picture.

"who is this!"

"So arrogant, and looks so disgusting!"

"That's right, he's still bald."

"With such a big scene, only this person came out!"

……

Voldemort had no idea that his every move was being secretly photographed and posted.

Now he is still leisurely admiring his body, laughing wildly with great satisfaction.

He ignored Pettigrew, who had lost too much blood and was lying straight on the ground twitching.

He also ignored the big snake that had crawled back again at some point and was hissing continuously.

After admiring his own body, Voldemort pulled out a wand from his pocket.

After stroking it with fascination in his eyes, he used his magic wand to pick up Pettigrew, who was twitching on the ground.

Throw him directly next to the tombstone where Harry was tied.

Looking at Pettigrew falling heavily beside the tombstone and wailing continuously, he smiled with satisfaction.

Then Voldemort looked at the struggling Harry and sneered coldly and sharply.

"Dear... Master, you promised me... you promised..."

After hearing this cruel sneer, Pettigrew stopped wailing and instead continued to pray in a sobbing voice.

"Put your arms out!"

The continuous sound of prayers drew Voldemort's attention away from Harry.

"Great Master... Thank you, Master..."

Just as he stretched out his broken arm that was still bleeding, Voldemort sneered and said arrogantly:

"It's not this hand, Wormtail!"

As he spoke, Voldemort stepped forward and quickly walked in front of Pettigrew.

He pulled up Pettigrew's intact left arm and ripped open his sleeve, revealing the dark green Dark Mark:

"A snake came out of a skull's mouth!"

Voldemort stared at the mark in fascination, ignoring Pettigrew's groans of pain.

"Come on! Let me see how many people will obey my call."

Voldemort said this softly, with an indescribable weird smile:

"They will know I exist and where I am!"

After saying this, he used the tip of his wand to stab the arm where the Dark Mark was engraved.

After doing all this, Voldemort took back his wand, and the mark on Pettigrew's arm emitted a pale green light.

The pale green light, accompanied by Pettigrew's shrill wails, spread throughout the cemetery.

Voldemort groaned with pleasure, a cruel and triumphant look on his face, and murmured:

“How many of you dare to come back after you feel someone is calling you?”

“How many people dare not come?”

After Voldemort activated the Dark Mark, Karkaroff and Snape immediately covered their aching arms.

And part of Dumbledore's attention was also diverted to these two former Death Eaters.

When the wizards who had participated in the war saw this familiar mark, they couldn't help but breathe faster.

After seeing the Dark Mark, the students probably guessed who the bald man in the picture was.

Thinking about how people were pointing fingers at him just now, he couldn't help but tremble all over.

While waiting, Voldemort glanced at the still-bound Harry and smiled cruelly:

"It seems like something is protecting you, making you immune to my influence!"

Voldemort, who had no idea that he was being broadcast live, looked at Harry, whose eyes were red and he was struggling, and said jokingly:

"Harry Potter, are you aware that you are standing over my father's dead body?"

"He's a stupid Muggle, just as stupid as your dead mother."

"But they all have their uses, don't they?"

"When you were little, your mother died to protect you..."

"And I killed my father. I can only be resurrected with the help of his corpse!"

While waiting for everyone to gather, Voldemort revealed his life story in front of everyone:

His father ran away from home, his mother died early, and he was left alone and helpless!

After suffering from bullying, he vowed to take revenge on his father.

Just when Voldemort was happy about his self-destruction, Wright had already copied all of his memories.

I glanced sideways and saw Voldemort still muttering!

Wright put on his robe after a long time, waited for the right opportunity, and quickly entered the battlefield.

The audience, who were initially nervous and afraid, were now listening to the gossip about Voldemort with great interest.

Suddenly, the sound of his self-explosion stopped abruptly, and was replaced by a gloomy low laugh.

As the audience wondered why he didn't continue to self-destruct, wizards wearing hoods and covering their faces walked out of the darkness.

Just as one of the Death Eaters fell to his knees and crawled in front of Voldemort.

The Death Eaters behind him seemed to have been pressed on some switch, and each of them crawled on their knees to Voldemort's side.

They silently formed a circle, surrounding Harry, who was tied to the tombstone, Voldemort, and Pettigrew, who was lying on the ground and wailing.

"Death Eaters, they're Death Eaters!"

"Damn it, I knew they weren't extinct yet!"

"Quick, notify the Ministry of Magic."

I was originally listening to the gossip with great interest when I saw a group of people in black robes gathering together.

The horror stories that only existed in the mouths of parents now appeared before their eyes in real life, immediately arousing infinite fear in the students' hearts.