Chapter 698
This is the person the Dark Lord wants.
Chapter 698 This is the person the Dark Lord wants.
Vid suddenly felt a chill run through his body, and his heart pounded wildly.
He instinctively wanted to back away, to turn and run, but reason held him back.
Don't move, you might die if you do!
He forced himself to stand still, mimicking Harry's bewildered expression—his mouth slightly open, his eyes brimming with tears, his body trembling slightly, and his little hands unconsciously clutching his clothes.
Like a really frightened child.
Barty the Younger approached step by step, wand in hand. His thin, white knuckles and the tip of his wand gleamed faintly, as if it might unleash a deadly curse at any moment.
He looked down at the two trembling children huddled behind the rocks, his gloomy eyes like those of a viper sizing up its prey.
Barty smiled and said slowly, "Harry Potter... and Wade Grey?"
Harry was actually terrified, but after glancing at Wade, who seemed too scared to speak, he mustered his courage and stepped in front, mimicking Uncle Vernon's manner, and said politely, looking up:
"Y-you...hello, sir. I'm Harry Potter. What can I do for you?"
Barty, who had been frowning and staring dangerously at Wade, turned his gaze to the green-eyed boy after hearing Harry's words.
"Harry Potter..."
He repeated the name again, a strange smile spreading across his face: "The boy who survived... the famous savior... has finally fallen into my hands..."
His tone and demeanor were so strange that Harry found them terrifying—even more terrifying than Uncle Vernon's fury—that Harry managed to hold back and not shrink back in fear.
He raised his chin, his voice trembling slightly, and said, "I think you may have the wrong person, sir... I... I'm not some savior..."
Little Barty's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't.
To deliver the boy before him to his master, he endured countless hardships, almost dying several times over; the trials he faced were indescribable. He was even manipulated, causing the Dark Lord to be killed once.
But how could this boy, whose time had been reversed, possibly understand all of this? He probably doesn't even know how to spell his own name yet!
Little Barty himself felt too embarrassed to vent his anger or complain to such a young child.
He had no interest in speaking to Wade Gray anymore—
Threatening or bullying this kind of child is pointless.
What's more, this is the person the Dark Lord wants.
For the sake of his master's cause, no matter how much he longed to tear Vader to pieces, he could only force himself to forget the past grievances, to forget that Vader, along with the people of Hogwarts, had seen through his disguise and captured him.
Barty the Younger waved his wand, and several ropes flew out from the tip, binding Wade and Harry together.
“Take them to see their master,” Little Barty said coldly. “Don’t keep their master waiting too long.”
"Don't order me around, we're not your subordinates!"
The scarred man grumbled as he lifted the two children, a sinister smile creeping across his face. "Behave yourselves, kids. Or I'll break your arms!"
Harry shrank back in fear, but a strange sense of familiarity crept into his mind—the man's words reminded him of Uncle Vernon, who often threatened Harry in the same way.
Wade also feigned fear, shrinking back slightly, his eyes darting around before his gaze settled on little Barty.
He tried hard to figure out the current situation, whether it was the game or the Wizarding World, no one could make him obediently accept his fate!
"Wait." The tattooed woman suddenly stopped, nudged the unconscious Clementine on the ground with her toe, and asked, "What should we do with this girl?"
Under the moonlight, the girl's soft hair was stuck to her pale face with blood, making her look as if she was about to die.
Little Barty sneered without turning his head: "Get out of the way, kill him!"
“Wait,” the scarred man said. “Take him with you. At least he’s a wizard; he might come in handy—even as a test subject!”
Barty the Younger turned abruptly, his wand pointed directly at the scarred man's throat, and roared, "You have no right to make this decision!"
"Hey, hey, don't be so irritable, buddy."
The scarred man took two steps back warily, lifted Harry up to block the wand, and said, "I will consult the Dark Lord myself. Or... do you want to make the decision for your master now?"
These words caused Little Barty's facial muscles to twitch violently, and his eyes grew even more sinister.
"Do as you please." He gritted his teeth and retracted his wand, saying coldly, "But if it delays our business..."
"Don't worry." The scarred man put down the panicked Harry and said calmly, "You're not the only one who will do your best for that man's cause. We also long for his victory and won't deliberately cause trouble."
The tattooed woman roughly stopped Clementine's bleeding, then casually wrapped the girl up, hoisted her onto her shoulder, and said:
"Actually, I think we understand efficiency better than you do. I heard it took you over a year just to catch that kid named Harry?"
She glanced sideways at Little Barty, her meaning crystal clear—
[You've wasted a whole year of the Dark Lord's time on such a trivial matter? Are you sure you're not deliberately stalling?]
Little Barty: "..."
A surge of intense anger welled up within him. At this moment, his hatred for these two men far surpassed that for the deserters and traitors.
They didn't risk their lives for their master like I did, endure long periods of imprisonment and torture, or face the world's most terrifying wizards. So why should they stand by their master's side as trusted confidants, question my decisions, and spout nonsense at me?
His body trembled slightly as he suppressed his anger, but Little Barty's face appeared even colder. He glanced at the two of them expressionlessly, then turned and walked into the monastery.
Wade's gaze darkened. He was being held in the scarred man's hand, his eyes fixed on the cracks in the bricks and the weeds on the ground, his mind churning.
[The Dark Lord].
He would never mistake that word in their conversation.
It really was Voldemort!
What's that guy's current status? Has he been resurrected? Or has he become the hidden ruler?
However, judging from the environment of this monastery, Voldemort's power must be quite limited at present...
But if that guy uses Legilimency on me, can I resist in my current state? What if he finds out about the future in my mind, and my origins... what will the world become?
Fear washed over him like a tide, making his fingertips tingle and his whole body feel cold.
But at the same time, another emotion began to rise subtly from the depths of my heart—
excited.
With his life hanging by a thread, he strangely felt a sense of excitement.
Fear and anticipation intertwined, making Wade's breathing unconsciously become hot.
(End of this chapter)