Hogwarts Homecoming

Voldemort moved his eyes away from Harry and began to look at this body. For him, this was the body he had dreamed of for the past fifteen years. His hands were like big pale spiders. His slender pale fingers touched his chest, arms, and face as if touching treasures. His breathing was soft and his expression was ecstatic.

"Owner."

Barty Crouch Jr. looked as pale as a dead man. This was entirely caused by the blood loss from the wound on his broken arm. He stared at Voldemort's face feverishly, completely ignoring his wound and using his remaining arm. Crawling on the ground with difficulty, he came to Voldemort's feet and kissed his insteps.

Voldemort was admiring the wand he had pulled out from his robe pocket. He had never had strong control over it in the past fifteen years. Barty's kiss attracted his attention.

It was as if he had just noticed that there was a Death Eater loyal to him here. Even though he had been taken care of by this believer for the past year, even if he was resurrected with his help, Voldemort raised his eyebrows, and Harry believed that he saw The smile on Voldemort's lips was a hint of mockery rather than appreciation.

"Your performance tonight was a little unsatisfactory, Barty--"

Voldemort said softly,

"Fortunately, there is no one else here tonight, Barty. What would others say if they saw the childish duel just now? The Dark Lord's loyal Death Eaters were defeated by three underage children at Hogwarts. , Oh, if this gets out, where will my face go?"

Little Barty's face was almost touching the soil. He did not dare to defend himself. In front of the great Dark Lord, all excuses were untenable. He could only use this method to express his immense shame for having humiliated his master.

"Get up, Barty--"

Voldemort said lazily,

"I said I will reward you when all this is done. The Dark Lord is a person who keeps his promises, especially those who follow him loyally. Get up, you will not be among those who will lose their precious lives tonight."

Little Barty finally raised his head, with dirt stuck to his forehead and tears of gratitude.

Seemingly understanding that if this continues, little Barty may die of excessive bleeding. Voldemort raised his wand and danced in the air. The tip of the wand drew a silvery strip of light that wanted to melt. It did not form a shape at first. Then the light strip twisted and turned into a shining silver human hand, which was placed on the broken arm of Barty Crouch Jr.

The pain stopped immediately, and little Barty's expression of surprise seemed as if he didn't expect his master to help him heal, but he got an unexpected reward.

"You are too kind, my lord!"

"This is the reward you deserve, Barty, as compensation for the unfair treatment you have suffered over the years, of course. Of course, there will be more honors than these, but I think"

Voldemort leaned over and took hold of Barty's arm, pushing his sleeves up to his elbows.

Harry thought that the first thing Voldemort would do after his resurrection was to kill him. He was not afraid, in fact, he couldn't wait for it to happen.

It was over, that was it for him.

The moment Ron and Hermione fell, the wizarding world ended for him. However, Voldemort didn't seem to be eager to take his life. He threw him aside as if he didn't exist.

A bright red tattoo - a skull with a snake spitting out of its mouth - was the pattern that appeared above the box on the night of the Quidditch final.

"--Praise your loyalty and consciousness publicly in front of everyone. Come on--"

Voldemort's pale cheeks smiled,

"They must have noticed. Now, we'll see. We'll see"

He pressed his long, pale index finger on little Barty's arm, and looked at the bright red mark turning into black, with a cruel and proud look on his face.

“After feeling it, how many people have the guts to come back and how many are foolish enough not to come?”

"I will always be at your side, my lord!"

The excessive blood loss made little Barty feel dizzy. He struggled to stand, but every cell in his body was telling his admiration for Voldemort.

But Voldemort did not respond. He paced and circled around the fallen crucible, breathing deeply like a fascination, enjoying the fresh air. Suddenly at a certain moment, he stopped and looked at the hatred in his eyes. Harry, with a cruel smile,

"Go and bring them, Barty, I mean Harry Potter's friends, let him see them again, he will soon be gone. The little girl you killed, she will be Nice food, Nagini will like it. Wait, Nagini”

Voldemort raised his hand to Nagini, who was coiled in a haystack. After hearing this, she got up excitedly and revealed the snake letter.

"It will take a while. When they all come, oh, don't forget your father and Twinkle. God, I really like your elf a little bit, Barty, compared to the forest in Albania, it has it It's so much more comfortable to be around. Ah, there are our old friends. How could I forget? I think he must be a gift from Cliona. I didn't ask her to do this. It must have ruined her. It doesn’t take much thought, but I have to say that I like this gift, so I can be more tolerant to her and tolerate her previous rudeness.”

Little Barty bent down deeply, and then happily obeyed the instructions and invited everyone in the cemetery to stay here.

"Harry Potter."

Watching little Barty leave, Voldemort's scarlet gaze fell on Harry's face again and said softly

"I think you must be confused. I will explain it to you, but be patient. I can tell you something first. You are standing on the bones of my father. A stupid and hopeless Muggle. Like Your biological mother is the same. But they are both useful, right? When you were young, your mother died to protect you and I killed my father. Look, how useful he was after his death."

Even Harry could see that Voldemort was extremely excited, pacing back and forth,

"See that house on the hillside, Potter? Where did my father live? My mother was a wizard who lived in this village and fell in love with him. But when she revealed her identity, he abandoned her. Her father doesn't like magic."

Harry was indeed a little attracted to the story of Voldemort, but when Barty Crouch Jr. came back carrying Ron and Hermione and roughly threw their bodies on the ground, Harry's green eyes became dissatisfied. Bloodshot, he tore at the rope that bound him, whimpering and roaring desperately, his heart ached like a knife!

"He left her and went back to his Muggle parents before I was born, Potter. My mother died in childbirth and I grew up in a Muggle orphanage. But I vowed to find him. I took revenge on him, the man who gave me the same name as him. Tom Riddle."

After little Barty left, Voldemort continued, his red eyes darting back and forth between the graves, but Harry could no longer listen. Tears were streaming down his face and he was having difficulty breathing.

Little Barty directly asked Twinkle to bring his father over. Old Barty seemed not dead, but it was just a matter of breath. This loyal elf burst into tears, but it did not dare to treat Old Barty, nor did it Dare to take him away because of the orders of Barty Crouch Jr. and because of the fear of the Dark Lord.

Karkaroff was still under Harry's Petrification Curse when he was brought here, but his whole body was shaking. Harry had never seen anyone who could move under the Petrification Curse. You can imagine how scared Karkaroff was now. Harry could understand his fear, Sirius had shared what he had done.

Finally, there is Gabrielle, the first person to die in the cemetery tonight. Looking at the three corpses, Harry is no longer afraid of death. He wants to die. If he lives, how should he face all this.

After leaving Gabrielle behind, little Barty stopped. He smiled bloody at the face of his father lying on the ground, and then fiercely ordered Twinkle to shut up with his eyes, so as not to disturb him who was deep in emotion. owner.

"Listen to me, listen to me recalling my family history." Voldemort took a deep breath and said softly, "Ah, I'm a little sad. But look, Harry! My real family is back."

Groups of shadows descended from the sky and fell on this hell.