Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 730 Voldemort’s Family Reunion

Winky tremblingly brought a cup of hot tea to the seat beside Voldemort's head, and then retreated into the shadow behind Voldemort's chair, kneeling in a half-kneeling posture.

Vitiya remained silent and stood silently at the door.

Her resisting gesture caused an imperceptible red light to flash in Voldemort's snake eyes. However, his face that could no longer be described as ugly still maintained a benign smile.

"Speaking of food--"

Voldemort said,

"What a coincidence. I was just about to enjoy my dinner. Come on, Miss Cliona. I think you must not have had time to have dinner because you were on your way. Please sit down quickly. Twinkle?"

Shining, whose fine white face was soaked with sweat, responded in panic, and then disappeared into the air with a bang, apparently going to prepare dinner.

Vitiya did not take off the black cloak on her body. She walked over expressionlessly and sat under the side of Voldemort's head. Her fixed eyes fell on the tea cup in front of her that exuded curling white eyes and shook for a moment.

There is a man at Hogwarts who also loves tea, but he prefers green tea instead of black tea.

"You look good, Mr. Voldemort—"

Vitiya said coldly without moving the tea cup.

To be fair, this was considered a rich place, but Voldemort smacked his lips dissatisfied.

Vitia frowned slightly, and her eyes swept over Voldemort's face. Although the expression on the twisted face did not change much, she could clearly see the flash of humiliation and humiliation deep in Voldemort's scarlet pupils. Angry like the roaring waves of an angry sea.

"Who doesn't make mistakes? Even I ended up in this situation because of stupid mistakes. Fortunately, everything is back on track, and those stupid mistakes will eventually be corrected--"

The house elf's cooking speed was impeccable. After only a short while, Winky appeared outside the stone room again. It lowered its head and did not dare to look at the two people in the room. After going back and forth several times, the long table appeared. There were already plates filled with food.

After his arm returned to its burnt state, Voldemort turned his wrist and admired himself with interest.

Voldemort used his other normal hand to pick up the wand in front of him. He performed complex healing magic on the sore. Countless silvery dust fell from under the tip of the wand near the 'boiling sore'. Suppressing the magic power that causes chaos within.

Vitiya nodded lightly.

Vitiya's eyes trembled for a moment, and she said softly.

"I'm sorry, Miss Cliona, times are tough—"

"This is caused by Blaine's Fire Curse--"

"Thank you for your magnanimity--"

Vitiya's apology was obviously not sincere, but Voldemort nodded with satisfaction.

"This is thanks to the life essence of the plants you left behind before you left, Miss Cliona -" The baby-like Voldemort raised his skeleton stick-like arm and admired it under the candlelight, with a hint of laughter at the corner of his mouth. Smiling, as if he had recovered really well,

"The situation is better than when we were in the Albanian forest, isn't it? At least, I have the strength to read the newspaper by myself now--"

"Ah, it's not very stable. Sometimes it's like this--"

Snapped!

Just as Voldemort said this, a thick sore that looked like a burn on his withered forearm suddenly burst open, and blood and pus flowed down his arm like a stream.

"Ah, don't feel guilty, Miss Cliona——"

How did Voldemort encounter Amosta Brain?

Probably because of Vitia's unauthorized decision-making at the Quidditch World Cup, in order to save his only helper at the time, he had to be exposed and temporarily forced back Amosta Brain's edge by self-destruction.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Voldemort--"

"I must admit that I am surprised by Brian's accomplishments in the Fire Curse. Miss Cliona, even your wonderful potions cannot suppress the magic of Fire-"

Voldemort raised his head and slowly looked at the stone room. Finally, his eyes fell on the sculpture-like Vitia, and his fingers gently touched the "Daily Prophet" he was reading just now. The cover of the newspaper was exactly A dreamy ice and snow castle.

The scene of the ice castle that Amosta and Dumbledore jointly created that night was not recorded, but after the ball, the little wizards took some photos of the ice castle to commemorate it, which was both grand and fantastic. The architecture, and the hot topic of the Triwizard Tournament, immediately made the incident headlines.

"--It certainly can't compare to the service you enjoyed at Hogwarts, Miss Cliona, but I can guarantee that it won't be long before you can go back there again. Of course, I am It means no need to pretend." Voldemort said with a smile.

"I'm looking forward to that day -"

Vitiya kept asking and answering, unwilling to say a word more, but Twinkle was dissatisfied with Voldemort's exposure, and its body shook violently like a sieve. Its face facing the ground was filled with fear and despair. It was obvious that , it’s not like it hasn’t learned a lesson in the past few days since it came back.

"I'm not blaming you, Winky--"

Even though he wasn't looking at Winky, Voldemort was well aware of Winky's state. He said slowly,

"I think you must have tried your best, right?"

"Mercifully the Dark Lord."

Unable to restrain his fear, Winky burst into tears, but instead of winning sympathy, his cry made Voldemort angry. Perhaps because Vitia was present, he did not punish Winky for being noisy because he was concerned about this woman's 'habits'. .

"Okay, Twinkle——"

Voldemort said lazily,

"Perhaps you can go next door and help call my loyal servant over. I know he is immersed in the fun of games, but enjoying dinner is very important-"

This was probably the most frightening and struggling scene that Vitiya saw in the eyes of the elf named Shining after she walked into this room. It seemed that it would rather go to the next door, but it was obviously very clear that as long as it showed The slightest bit of resistance, the outcome waiting for it is death.

The Dark Lord would not keep it just because he needed someone to cook it. It would die and then become the dinner of that terrifying snake.

If it could save its old master, Twinkle would be willing to die, but in the current situation, it must live.

Not long after Shining disappeared again, the never-ending wailing sound from the next door suddenly became louder for a while, and then completely faded away. Then, the door opened with a creaking sound, and a middle-aged man Walked out from behind the door.

This is a middle-aged man with pale skin and flushed cheeks. His face is filled with a twisted smile, and his eyes are filled with madness. At this moment, he is walking over from next door and gasping with excitement. His clothes are stained with blood. Banban, the hand holding the wand looked like it had been soaked in blood, slowly dripping blood onto the ground.

"It's you--"

After seeing the figure sitting next to his master, Barty Cratchit was stunned for a moment, and then he became furious. He walked over quickly and pointed his wand at the back of Vitiya's head, his face full of anger. Yes, cruel and ferocious,

"How dare you! How do you deserve to sit with the great master!"

"Oh, dear Barty—"

Vitiya was unmoved. She didn't even look back at Barty Crouch Jr., but Voldemort smiled hypocritically.

"I've told you, Barty, haven't I? Miss Cliona helped Lord Voldemort in his most difficult time. Helped him - helped him get out of a desperate situation. You should show some respect to her. ——”

"Oh, my lord!"

A moment ago, the ferocious look on little Barty's face turned into humility. He quickly came to Voldemort's side, squatted down and kissed the back of his hand.

"I didn't go against your wishes, Master, I just... just can't tolerate anyone being disrespectful to you at all!"

"Miss Cliona did not disrespect me in any way, Barty--"

Voldemort shook his head slowly, and then his interest suddenly became high.

"Ah, I should probably apologize to you, Miss Cliona, for calling you a guest, but actually-"

Voldemort smiled and said,

"You, like Buddy, are my family. Really family!"

Little Barty suddenly burst into tears, and Voldemort patted his head. He looked at the food on the table, and then said enthusiastically,

"Come on, Barty and Miss Cliona, this is. Oh, this is a belated Christmas dinner, a gathering for Voldemort and his family. Of course, it's going to look a little shabby. I don't think you are. You’d mind, right?”

(End of this chapter)