Hogwarts Homecoming

Listening to all this, Malfoy's fear grew deeper and deeper.

The Dark Lord's road to return is tortuous, but the Dark Lord really seems to be favored by fate. Vitia Cliona, a powerful black witch who can compete with Brian, came because of the inexplicable instructions from her ancestors. Voldemort's side, pulling him out of the abyss of despair.

It is not surprising that Bertha Jorkins knew the inside story of the Triwizard Tournament, but she happened to know the shocking news that Barty Crouch Jr. was still alive, and she appeared in front of Voldemort by some strange coincidence.

In the Quidditch World Cup final, Cliona's reckless actions would have ruined everything, but in the end they managed to escape from Brian's hands.

What made Malfoy most uneasy was that Cliona was lurking in Hogwarts, and Dumbledore and Brian, who had dealt with this woman, didn't realize that such a powerful witch had become Voldemort's assistant. Amosta Braine's help to Dumbledore!

After Voldemort finished speaking, the Death Eaters surrounding him bent deeper. Voldemort was very satisfied with this. With cruel pride in his red eyes, he turned to look at Harry. Harry knew that he would undergo a torture. It was torture, but Voldemort suddenly changed his mind and wanted to hang out with Harry for a while longer. This was torture in itself.

"Then...it's really a difficult choice——"

Voldemort lowered his head and looked at Old Barty Crouch, Winky, and the ashen-faced Karkaroff.

"Ms. Cliona must know that Voldemort wants his first family gathering after his return to be lively. She is such a considerate woman. I shouldn't be harsh on her, right? I do. I don't appreciate her temper. , but that posed a conundrum for me. I had organized the show myself, but oh well, I shouldn’t have ignored her kindness, then.”

Voldemort moved his wand gracefully, and Karkaroff, controlled by Harry's petrification spell, found that he could finally move.

The first moment he discovered this, Karkaroff jumped up. He rushed forward and threw himself at Voldemort's feet with an exaggerated movement. Tears were streaming down his face.

"Master!" Karkaroff cried bitterly, "My master!"

The Death Eaters became commotion. Of course they knew who this man was and what he had done. Some of them laughed heartily, some scolded Karkaroff in low voices for the outcome he was about to face, and some With a scornful sneer, the fiercest Barty even wanted to rush forward and kill him, but was blocked by Voldemort's raised hand.

The commotion stopped, and only Karkaroff cried,

"Oh Karkaroff, my old friend."

Voldemort bent a little, opened and closed his nose a few times, and asked in surprise,

"What-what's wrong with you?"

"Forgive my master!"

Karkaroff sobbed, his breathing heavy and harsh,

"Just for the sake of my merits."

"Ah, your contribution?" Voldemort's lipless mouth twisted into a smile, "Where do you start talking about this?"

"I brought Harry Potter here to you, Master!" Karkaroff knew that this was his only chance of survival, and he howled loudly,

"It was me! They were going to let Ron Weasley enter the competition, and it was I who suggested they let Harry Potter take part. Let them all take part, woo woo. For that's sake, my lord, Let me serve you again, Master, and I am willing to go through fire and water for you."

"You mean-"

Voldemort's voice became cold, his eyes were empty and cold,

"Voldemort's plan went wrong, and you saved me from my mistake, huh? Karkaroff, is that so?"

There were sneers all around, and Karkaroff's plea was cut off.

The hatred in his heart was like an angry sea, not against the Dark Lord, but against Amosta Brain. He listened to Brain's bewitchment, so he fell into the Dark Lord's plan. Originally, after the Dark Lord's resurrection, , even if the Death Eaters would not let him go, he could still buy himself some time to escape. He had been on guard against this, and he had even prepared a hiding place.

wrong!

Karkaroff suddenly woke up. Is this really just a coincidence?

Originally, there was no risk in becoming Viktor's most important person and entering the lake. Brian could not use this to retaliate against him for making it more difficult for the warriors at Hogwarts, unless...unless he had already known about Voldemort. plan!

But this is still wrong!

If Blaine knew, how could he agree to let these little wizards come and die? !

Karkaroff vaguely sensed a deeper conspiracy, but he didn't dare to say it. He just mentioned that he had added something to the Dark Lord's plan, which aroused the Dark Lord's anger. If he said that the Dark Lord's plan might be wrong, There are so many mistakes, his plan has been under the eyes of others, how will the angry Dark Lord treat him?

"--I only played an insignificant role, Master. For this reason," Karkaroff begged.

Voldemort's red eyes flickered indifferently. When he raised his wand casually, he caught a glimpse of Barty Jr. glaring at Karkaroff with hatred in his eyes. He understood that Karkaroff's betrayal led to Barty Jr. being imprisoned. And was imprisoned at home by his father for more than ten years.

"The Dark Lord is magnanimous, Karkaroff, he can forgive you for your fear of death——"

Voldemort smiled indifferently, and what he said not only made Karkaroff look ecstatic, but also surprised the Death Eaters around him.

"But it's not just me you betrayed. You also need to give an explanation to the Death Eaters."

Karkaroff was stunned for a moment, feeling like he was mourning his heir.

"Come then, my Death Eaters!"

Voldemort's voice suddenly became louder, and he faced his Death Eaters with open hands,

"It will be you who decide whether he lives or dies!"

No one would think that Voldemort intended to spare Igor Karkaroff, not even people as slow as old Crabbe and old Goyle.

"Let me come, Master!" Little Barty cried out excitedly, "Let me come first!"

Voldemort stepped aside gracefully, and Nagini, who had always been wandering around the periphery, immediately came up and hissed.

Harry could also understand the voice, Voldemort was caressing him gently,

"No problem, dear Nagini, you can eat him, oh. As long as he may not be easy to eat later."

"Despicable, despicable traitor!"

Little Barty roared ferociously,

"Betray master, look, your retribution has come!"

Karkaroff fell to the ground on his frightened hind legs, muttering words for mercy. However, where could he run, and how could he be forgiven? The boundless fear blinded Karkaroff's reason, and even It made him forget about taking a chance and putting his suspicions about the Dark Lord's plan to the test.

"Just look at it!" Little Barty roared miserably, as if he was crazy, "Heart-breaking!"

The cemetery shrouded in pitch black sky rang out with the painful roar of the ghost. Harry stared at Karkaroff, whose face became as terrifying as the ghost. In a daze, he remembered the spider struggling under the Cruciatus Curse in class!

Harry couldn't bear to watch anymore. Even though he agreed with Barty Crouch Jr.'s evaluation of Karkaroff, he still couldn't bear to watch anymore.

Karkaroff's throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he could no longer make a sound, but his yellow pupils were bloodshot at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his pale face was as red as drops of blood. When his body just started He was in a state of intense convulsion, but under the Cruciatus Curse activated by Barty Crouch Jr. with unparalleled murderous intent and malice, his body tensed to the extreme, as if he was petrified and unable to move!

As if he had seen an interesting scene, Voldemort laughed cruelly. He looked at his Death Eaters, first at the astute Lucius Malfoy.

Lucius immediately understood what the Dark Lord meant, and his face under the hood was equally pale, but--

"Forgive me, traitor. Cut out your bones!" Lucius roared!

One Death Eater stood up one after another, and the sound of judgment echoed throughout the land!

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

As Nott joined the trial team, his wand had just pointed at Karkaroff.

boom!

The unexpected explosion of life resounded through the cemetery, followed by the exclamations of some Death Eaters. Harry suddenly felt something hit his cheek, which was wet, sticky, and filled with blood. The smell of blood was so strong that it was nauseating.

He turned his face and looked at the place where the Death Eaters had tortured Karkaroff, but Karkaroff was gone.

Shattered to pieces…