Chapter 243： Liwei!

Antonin Dolokhov's body tensed immediately because of the 'juvenile' opposite.

A pure-blood activist, he has always been keen to torture Muggles and those who don't support the Dark Lord.

He's one of the few people who even knows the true identity of the Dark Lord, because of his friendships when he was young. However, his trust in the Dark Lord has been shaken over the course of the year.

On the one hand, since the establishment of the Death Eaters for so long, as the leader, the Dark Lord has not led them to do any great things - please, are Dumbledore and Grindelwald that terrible?

On the other hand, in Dolokhov's eyes, the Dark Lord doesn't seem to be that powerful anymore... Although the spell just now was quick and without trace, the unfortunate person who was hit by the spell was just wailing - as an experience Cruciatus man, he thinks it's not normal for the Dark Lord.

Apart from these two factors, the most important and most difficult thing for Dolohov to accept is that the terrible, evil, cruel Dark Lord seems to have forgotten his identity.

He actually chose a Mudblood as his new body!

This is unacceptable to Dolokhov!

As a noble pure-blood wizard and excellent spellcaster, Antonin Dolokhov has always been highly confident. When he joined the Death Eaters, he recognized the power of the Dark Lord and wanted to learn a higher form of cruelty from him. At the same time, he longed for the new world that the other side had described - Muggles becoming pig-like pets, Mudbloods are their slaves.

But now, after the powerful Dark Lord was dealt with by Dumbledore and Grindelwald, he actually occupied the body of a dirty, lowly mudblood in order to survive?

Tom Riddle - Dolohov has already called each other so in his heart, and in his opinion, the other party is no longer worthy of being his own master.

He would rather the other party become a terrible monster, then he is still the most loyal servant of the master. But he got into the body of a Mudblood - the Dark Lord has been reduced to this point, and he no longer deserves his allegiance.

Of course, Jiwei is still there, Dolokhov is not ready to turn his face with the other party on the spot, he, he is still a little afraid of the other party. However, he had always had a good relationship with most of the Death Eaters, and he was strong enough to find a way to slowly withdraw from the organization that he was dissatisfied with after this gathering.

What Dolokhov didn't expect was that when the wand turned, he became the chosen 'lucky wizard'.

What he didn't even think about was that Sean was just holding it with one hand, without a wand or a spell, and the short-lived magic almost made him shudder!

He was a powerful wizard and an avid duelist, but never in his life! Such a strong sense of crisis!

Before Dolokhov took out his wand, and even less time to utter the spell, the wandless and silent defensive spell was released instinctively.

However, the opportunity for fear and tremors was left to the other lucky ones.

Under the terrified eyes of the Death Eaters, Antonin Dolokhov had no strength to resist, not even the explosion of the spell collision.

Still wearing the mask, he opened his mouth to a terrifying extent, and hot flames burst out from his mouth, nostrils, eyes, and ears.

Without struggling and screaming, Dolokhov instantly turned into a self-igniting fireman. In a short moment, only a human-shaped coke with raised arms was left in the living room.

"Huh..." Sean, who was sitting in the first place, blew lightly, and the ashes dissipated in the air.

The rest of the Death Eaters all trembled. They lowered their heads firmly, and the sweat on their foreheads was not only because of the high temperature just now, but also because of the unspeakable fear.

No one raised suspicion anymore, and no one even dared to look up at the young man in the first seat.

Their master, the Dark Lord, who had almost touched the edge of magic, is back. He hasn't lost his strength because of his new body, and he's even stronger!

Although Dolokhov did not lift the mask, the Death Eaters knew each other's identities. The most powerful wizard among the Death Eaters completely disappeared from the world in just one second!

They never doubted that the Dark Lord had the ability to cast spells without a staff and without a sound, but the limitations of magic were there, and without a staff and without a sound, some power would eventually be lost, but...

The people closest to Dolokhov swallowed and glanced secretly at the last ashes on the ground. One side of their body was in pain from the high temperature just now, but they didn't dare to move.

Who knows if the Dark Lord's wand will ever turn again?

Sean raised his eyebrows and showed a regretful smile: "God, I'm just going to give him a fiery hug, tsk, tsk, it's my fault, I should repent-ha."

Killing chickens to warn monkeys really works... Sean sighed in a funny way.

Still, what Grindelwald taught him to burn himself was surprisingly terrifying. In order to intimidate others, in order to dispel the doubts of the Death Eaters, Sean prepared to do this from the very beginning.

Start off with a little acupuncture spell and go all out on that hapless 'chicken'.

He mobilized the power of silence, and through the blessing of Hermione Granger's recollection, his wandless and silent spellcasting did not weaken any power, and even got a spell increase!

The effect of the golden item was even better than he had imagined, and the fortieth spell's increase was much stronger than expected!

This time, the Death Eaters, who were good at seeing the wind and clinging to authority, were more obedient than the house elves, not to mention that there were still people who dared to question Sean's identity.

No kidding, how could an impostor cast such a terrifying spell at will, which only a powerful Dark Lord can do.

After casting the one-time spell, Sean opened his hands calmly: "Come on, look up, my friends."

The black wizards who were originally the most cruel in this era now raised their heads submissively, waiting for the order of a minor wizard,

Sean shook his head sadly: "We just lost a fellow man, oh Dolohov, the joyful expression you gave when you tortured Muggles will forever be sealed in my heart - well, let's take a moment of silence ."

The Death Eaters lowered their heads quickly again, and after "Three, Two, One", they raised their heads in a complacent manner.

They saw the Dark Lord smiling and reaching for the wand on the table.

The remaining four Death Eaters who hadn't taken off their masks all shuddered, and they shuddered, almost wanting to give themselves a loud slap in the face.

I was just immersed in fear and forgot... I forgot that I was also the "lucky ones" waiting to be selected.

The four of them immediately lifted their masks, and Sean didn't even see each other's face clearly, they crawl to the ground, and then quickly climbed to Sean's feet.

"Master, master, please forgive my stupidity, your loyal servant is too worried about your safety during this time, which makes me faint..." The four kissed the hem of Sean's robe.

Magic is power... Looking at the four people under him, Sean came up with such an idea.

Killing chickens to warn the monkeys is enough, the Death Eaters are no longer suspicious, and he is not going to kill these guys again.

Of course, there is another reason that the magic power he casts next is far less powerful than the previous one...

Sean put on a tolerant attitude, and he gently patted the cheeks of those few people: "My friends, I sincerely hope - there will be no next time, otherwise, such a benevolent Dark Lord will feel Embarrassing~"

"Yes! Yes! Praise your kindness!"

Sean waved his hand casually: "Bella, give them an unforgettable impression after the party."

"Yes, my master!" Bella was shaking with excitement.

True to his master, he's still so captivating, and he's already rewarding me... Bella's eyes are wild and obsessive.

Antonin Dolokhov did not have a good relationship with her, and the other party often mocked him with his sister Andromeda Tonks, who was married to a Mudblood.

Among these idiots who questioned the authority of their masters, Dolokhov was used to stand up, and it also meant to reward himself?

Master, really prefer me more... Bella thought intoxicated.

Sean, who noticed the other party's frantic expression, was a little strange, but he didn't say much.

Fanatics are normal, especially if Bella came from a twisted family like Blake's.

He scanned the arena, identifying the Death Eaters he knew.

Regulus Black, he was sitting on his right hand with his head half drooping, and the other party was very recognizable. He had many similarities with his brother Sirius, and he was also a handsome wizard.

On the left is Riddle... no, now three of his fanatics, the Lestrange family. Bella with her husband, Rodolphus Lestrange, and her husband's brother, Rabastan Lestrange.

Rodolphus didn't seem to care at all about his wife's fanatical obsession with Riddle, and he looked at him just as passionately as his wife.

The two have not had a child for so long, so Rodolphus will not be bent... Sean secretly guessed.

Beside Regulus was a young wizard, licking his lips excitedly, his eyes full of anticipation. Barty Crouch Jr., Riddle's confidant and diehard, even knows some of Riddle's past.

The Malfoys naturally need not say more, but their loyalty is as uncertain as tumbleweeds.

In addition to these people around him, there are also old Goyle and old Crabbe, who can be recognized at a glance, they are as thick and silly as their sons.

But Snape wasn't there, Peter Pettigrew wasn't there, and Durmstrang's headmaster, Igor Karkaroff, wasn't here.

Silently matching the information in his heart with each Death Eater, and then ranking them according to loyalty and strength, Sean stood up.

"Do you know why I didn't respond to you before?" Sean showed an inexplicable smile.

"Master, were you still recovering? I called you many times." Barty asked respectfully.

"But the master heard my call--" Bella said hurriedly as if competing for favor.

Sean smiled slightly: "Barty, Bella, I have seen your loyalty, and in the future, you will receive unimaginable rewards."

Under the excited and expectant gazes of the two, Sean slowly paced: "Sean Wallup, the original owner of this body, I have acted against it, that idiot Quirrell screwed up. Everything - and he got me into Dumbledore and Grindelwald's trap."

"Damn! Damn idiot!" Bella screamed.

"However, ha-" Sean stretched out his hands, imitating Voldemort's morbid pride, "your master has some preparations after all, those two stupid old men are still fooled, haha-"

"Ehhahaha—" The Death Eaters all laughed in sympathy with him.

How is it like a neurosis club...

Sean suppressed the desire to complain and continued to play Voldemort.

"Sean Wallup, this lovely lad who was of great use to me is still in the hands of the great Dark Lord!"

The Death Eaters praised Sean's foresight.

"However—" Sean narrowed his eyes and changed the conversation, "For my plan, I have to continue my activities under those two immortal eyelids, and gradually, I learned some news..."

The Death Eaters felt the chill in their Master's words, and all of them hunched over unconsciously.

Sean glanced at everyone coldly: "My friends, those of you who are united under the Dark Mark... someone - betrayed me!"

The Lestranges and Barty Jr. stood up angrily, and pointed their wands at everyone else.

"Master, who is that despicable betrayer!"

"Don't get excited - I have to say, the new body still has limitations," Sean stroked his forehead, "Oh, oh, your master has become too weak to even discover the traitor who hides himself ."

Weak... The rest of the Death Eaters shuddered, the ashes of Dolokhov have not yet completely dissipated...

Barty Jr narrowed his eyes, and he looked at Sean: "Master, a few people didn't come tonight - Snape, he has been working under Dumbledore."

"Severus' loyalty doesn't need to be questioned, Barty," Sean twitched the corner of his mouth. "Some people, some things, I have my own arrangements."

"Yes Master."

Sean showed a grim smile: "Everyone, show your dark marks—"

Although there is fear in their hearts, and some people do have ghosts, but the tragic example is right in front of them, and no one dares to hesitate.

Everyone pulled up their robes to reveal the Dark Mark.

Sean took out his wand and put it on the nearest Lucius' forearm In Lucius' somewhat terrified eyes, the dark mark faded and disappeared, and then, a new A pitch-black Dark Demon mark appeared.

"Lord, master..." Lucius looked at Sean tremblingly.

"Don't worry, as long as you stay loyal to me, the new mark won't do any harm - of course, some scheming guys, when you try to betray me, betray everyone here, be prepared to meet me - —" Sean gave an inexplicable smile.

In this way, no one dared to resist, and Sean removed the Dark Marks that Voldemort had planted one by one, and then replaced them with his own.

When the last one was finished, Sean raised his brows in satisfaction.

From now on, Voldemort will never receive calls from his fanatical followers, and if he is lucky enough to recover, probably only a few people who weren't there today would get the news when he called the Death Eaters...

It’s probably similar to the feeling that after the 007 work system of confiscating mobile phones is over, you have to stay at home on vacation, but your mobile phone and computer can’t connect to any network, right? Sean thought with satisfaction.