v2 Chapter 427： Furious Voldemort

I was spotted by Grindelwald and went to Hogwarts Chapter 427 The Furious Voldemort

In the dark manor, Voldemort was placed in a specially padded back chair, and he curled up in the swaddling like an ugly snake-faced baby, with gloom and anger in his eyes.

He actually received the news of the returnee early, but because of the special circumstances and physical weakness, Voldemort did not come here for the first time to take back the loyalty of his servant.

He is conceited and takes it for granted that as long as he comes to Barty Crouch Jr., then the other party will recognize him and feel sad and regretful for his previous stupidity.

However, Voldemort never imagined that Barty Jr was still immersed in the story that Sean Wallop had woven for him. This most fanatical and loyal servant in the past, this Death Eater confidant who can kiss the upper of his own shoes and feel satisfied, how could he not recognize himself? !

He even dared to spit on himself? !

Thinking of this, Voldemort's thin chest was heaving violently, and the killing intent in his heart could not be stopped.

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Beside him, the short and fat man in plain robe felt the anger and puzzlement of his master, and the man didn't even dare to lift his head, for fear that Voldemort's anger would spread to him.

"Squeak--" The door was pushed open, and a cold-faced wizard walked in. He had a red nose, glasses as thick as the bottom of a wine bottle, and messy hair draped over greasy hair. On the shoulders, it looks like a perverted scientist that often appears in TV shows.

"Lord Dark Lord—" he shouted to Voldemort, showing his bad yellow teeth, and there was not much respect in his tone.

Voldemort turned his back to him, preventing the other party from seeing the gloom and anger in his eyes. He said in a deep voice, "How is it?"

The Garlic-Nosed Wizard smiled nervously: "Ha—it's a little troublesome, that Mr. Crouch's Occlumency is very good."

Voldemort snorted coldly: "Don't worry about it, I just want the most authentic memory, and I don't care whether he can live or not."

He was extremely annoyed with Barty Jr.

The garlic-nosed wizard licked his lips excitedly: "Of course I know, of course I know... But wizards with powerful Occlumency are rare, Mr. Crouch is a very good test subject, I want to keep them He, hehehe - it's a waste to make him a fool."

There was a perverted excitement in the tone of the garlic nose wizard.

Voldemort snorted impatiently: "I just need to remember... as long as you can do it, he's yours, experiment as you please."

"Since the respected Lord Dark Lord has said so, then I'm welcome."

The garlic-nosed wizard rubbed his hands excitedly. He came here to get a perfect test subject, and the owner of the other party had agreed, which made him very excited.

Shortly after the wizard left, the stout man standing beside Voldemort walked gently to the door, opened a slit and listened, then turned around in horror.

"Great Master, Crouch... Crouch's scream..."

He swallowed, panic in his eyes.

Crouch's scream of pain even penetrated the underground prison, making people sweat.

"Shut up, Wormtail," said Voldemort coldly.

"Yes, yes, great master."

"You worthless bum..." Voldemort said in disgust.

Wormtail could not wait to lower his head to his waist, and he walked quickly back to Voldemort's side, standing humbly.

Little Barty's painful cry lasted for a long time before it subsided, and then the garlic-nosed wizard returned to the room again.

"What you want, venerable Lord Dark Lord—" The Garlic-Nosed Wizard's face was stained with blood, but he didn't care, just excited and impatient.

Wormtail hurried over to take the memory bottle in the other's hand, he glanced carefully, and then immediately lowered his head.

Unlike normal memories, the memories in the memory bottle gave people a feeling of weakness, as if they were about to dissipate.

The way they extract memories is probably different from the way normal wizards do... Wormtail swallowed.

Voldemort nodded in satisfaction, then snorted: "He's yours now."

"Thank you Kang Kei, Lord Dark Lord." The garlic-nosed wizard smiled "hehe", threw his fists like a child, and quickly left the room.

He was going to see the loot that had been transferred "ownership".

"Wormtail." Voldemort snorted.

"Yes, Master..." Wormtail immediately moved, he moved the Pensieve over, and then shook the memory into the basin.

Gently stirred it with the wand, and the scene of Momo Lake began to emerge in the basin, and Wormtail immediately bowed its head and retreated again.

Voldemort stretched out his snake face with difficulty and sank into the Pensieve.

When he appeared again, a scene had changed in front of him.

Voldemort glanced gloomily, of course he knew this place, it was the Malfoys' manor.

"Hmph." Voldemort's anger rose again.

He signaled that he had returned, but because Wallup's **** changed the Dark Mark, only a few people received the news for the first time.

Those Death Eaters acted as bridges to contact those Death Eaters branded with the "Wallup Dark Mark", which took a lot of effort.

But Lucius Malfoy and his wife never responded. The two seemed to have stayed in the manor and refused to show up, which made the other Death Eaters unable to contact them.

"Cunning fox..." Voldemort snorted.

Then he looked at the scene in front of him.

Much handsomer and healthier than he is now, Barty Crouch Jr. was on one knee, his face full of frenzy, mixed with some pride of being summoned by his master alone.

Those eternally loyal eyes, that unshakable belief, once upon a time, these are the expressions that little Barty would only make when facing himself... Voldemort's chest shook violently.

Right in front of him, Barty is swearing his loyalty to another person!

Not the spiky stature, the dark robes, the conceited eyes and the sullen smile that imitated his own.

That handsome but slightly childish face was a face Voldemort would never forget.

Sean Wallup!

Voldemort's anger had risen to the top, and he was even yearning for this moment that it wasn't a memory.

In that way, I can directly destroy that disgusting, hateful boy Wallup!

But memory is memory, it will only faithfully restore everything at that time.

"Master, please tell me to your heart's content, and I will complete all the tasks you have given me, at all costs!" Barty knelt down on one knee, with endless enthusiasm in his tone.

Sean turned away, with a deep, elusive smile on his face.

"Barty, my friend, don't you think that I only talk to you alone when I have something for you to handle?"

There was a hesitant look on Barty's face, but he immediately shook his head: "No, master, any instruction you give is my highest honor."

Sean looked at him calmly, then laughed in a voice that was familiar to Voldemort.

"Ha-ha-ha, Barty, when did you learn to lie to your master?"

"No, I have absolutely nothing to hide from you," Barty lowered his head lower, his voice full of eagerness, "I just want to prove my loyalty to you."

Sean stroked the bird snake and let this dangerous magical beast swim around him.

"Barty, you had a little conflict with Bella before?" he asked casually.

After hesitating for a while, Barty nodded: "Yes, on the way to the mission, I think Bella acted a little impulsive."

Sean laughed. "That's not a big deal, you know... Ha, my friend, are you jealous of Bella? Jealous, she's the first Death Eater I've ever seen alone?"

"Yes, yes, master..." Little Barty gritted his teeth, and finally admitted it, and then immediately explained urgently, "Master, I am more loyal than her, and there is no more loyal servant in the world than me. already."

Looking at this memory, Voldemort could not wait to bite his teeth.

Instead of accusing Barty Jr., Sean sighed.

"What's the matter, master, did I do something that made you dissatisfied?" Little Barty became anxious.

"Of course, Barty, Barty, Barty—" Sean shouted three times, with some disappointment and emotion.

"me……"

Sean interrupted what Barty was about to say, then bent over and helped himself up under his shocked gaze.

Barty, who stood up straight, didn't even react ignorantly.

"Barty," Sean said, still proud, cruel and gloomy in his tone, but a little less arrogant, "you did disappoint me a bit."

Little Barty swallowed, watching Voldemort's face sinking like water.

"Know why I'm disappointed?" Sean asked.

"I, I..." Barty Jr. was a little uncertain, but there was some incredible expectation in his eyes.

Sean patted him on the shoulder: "My friend, I thought that our relationship didn't need another conversation."

Little Barty's eyes widened, filled with surprise and pride.

All I thought was true... His throat was twitching.

The great master went to Bella first, not because he trusted Bella the most, but because he felt that after his return, Bella was the first subordinate worthy of his complete trust in the impetuous Death Eater group.

Lord Voldemort in the image of Sean Wallup, he wants to win over people, win over a loyal and powerful Death Eater like Bella, and give her confidence.

Bella deserves it.

And yourself, isn't it worth it?

Do not!

Lord Voldemort, he doesn't see himself as a servant or subordinate, he sees himself as a...friend that can be completely trusted!

So he didn't come to find himself first!

Other Death Eaters will always be Voldemort's servants, only themselves, in addition to the status of servants, there is also the status of this layer of friends!

Yes, why do friends say so much?

Lord Voldemort, trusting himself so much...

Barty's breathing was heavy with excitement, but he didn't know that his expression was so dazzling to Voldemort in another time.

"Bastard, bastard..." Voldemort looked at Sean almost on fire.

Sean's tone was casual, but this attitude was exactly what Barty wanted.

"Barty, remember what we talked about?" Sean raised his eyebrows, "Only you know my past, we have the same cowardly, incompetent, disgusting father, and we all have the same great goals ...Only you, Barty, I feel that when I see you, I seem to see the old me."

Barty Jr. was excited and moved. He wanted to kneel down again, but Sean convinced him.

In his eyes, fanaticism has completely overshadowed reason. It can even be said that Barty Jr. took the initiative to let fanaticism and loyalty occupy his brain.

Being recognized by the great Dark Lord he chases is something Barty Jr has always dreamed of!

And Voldemort, who was watching all this, widened his eyes. In addition to his anger, he was even a little panicked.

Why, why does Sean Wallup know what he once said to Barty Jr., why does he know his past? !

Dumbledore and Grindelwald, the two immortals, naturally knew their origins, but how could a third person know about their conversation with Barty Jr.? !

The news made Voldemort's expression completely gloomy.

In memory, Sean was very satisfied with Barty Jr.'s complete fanaticism, and he could carry out his brainwashing plan with confidence.

"My friend, I called you out, I have something to tell you, do you understand what I mean?" Sean said in a deep voice Yes, master! "Baby Barty lowered his head immediately, "Even if I die, I will protect your secrets. "

"It's not that serious." Sean waved his hand casually, "It's just a little troublesome."

Barty's face immediately showed a fierce color: "Master..."

Sean's face turned gloomy: "It's not something you can solve... Barty, you know that I have been preparing to take away this body of Wallup."

"Yes, master, you have also succeeded now." Little Barty said immediately.

"Yes, it was successful... but it also left some troubles," Sean's face turned gloomy, "In this world, no one has a thorough research on the soul, but the soul is still profound after all. ."

"Master, you have mastered power that no one else can master."

Sean sneered: "Of course, of course... but there are some problems... My soul has been divided into a small piece..."

"What?!" Barty's face was shocked, and then he became anxious, "Master, what do you need me to do? Am I going to help you retrieve that shard?"

"No, Barty," Sean said leisurely, "The soul fragment that was distributed... You can be regarded as the impurities in my soul. Although it is trouble, it is also my initiative."

"I separated the garbage in my body..." Sean said sternly.

Seeing all this, Voldemort's body was shaking.

No wonder, no wonder...

"Wallup, Wallup!" Voldemort yelled angrily. +Bookmark+