Chapter 705
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Chapter 705 Badge
Participating in the third match... crossing the Forbidden Forest... encountering Vader... touching the trophy... shrinking and being carried away by Vader... Little Barty appears... Voldemort is resurrected... the Dark Lord tempts Vader to pledge allegiance to him...
Harry turned around abruptly and saw Wade in his child form bound to a bench. With short arms and legs, his feet couldn't even touch the ground. His small body was locked inside the large chair, making him look weak and pitiful.
However, the boy's face showed little fear, only amazement and a strong thirst for knowledge.
Recalling his transformation, Harry couldn't help but feel embarrassed, and subconsciously, he even wanted to laugh a little.
It really is Wade!
Even at such a young age, the thirst for knowledge seemed to outweigh the fear of death.
He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, slowly stood up, and gripped the wand even tighter.
He wasn't alone at that moment; he also had young Vader who needed protection.
In order to bring Wade back safely, he must remain calm and find a way to fight to the end.
"what do you want?"
Harry spoke, his voice more steady than he had imagined, his emerald green eyes staring directly into the crimson snake eyes: "If you wanted to kill me, you could have done it already. There was absolutely no need for me to recover."
Voldemort's lips curled into a smile: "Very good, very perceptive."
He walked gracefully around Harry: "Tonight is the beginning... and you, Harry Potter, the well-known savior, will be the perfect witness to my return."
As Voldemort moved, Harry glanced quickly at Wade while slightly turning his body in sync with him.
No... Little Barty and the other two have all moved next to Wade, so he has no chance to take Wade away...
Voldemort seemed completely unconcerned by his thoughts, pacing back and forth as he remarked in a wistful tone:
“Everyone thinks you’re my nemesis, but we all know the truth, don’t we? You’re just a ‘lucky boy who survived,’ and what actually kept you alive was your mother’s strength…”
He said in a drawn-out tone, "Family always plays an unimaginable role when we least expect it."
"Just like your mother, who died protecting you; or my father... ah, I killed that mediocre man with my own hands... but after his death, he came in handy for me."
“Look, I’m a little sad. But see, Harry, my real family is back…”
A faint crackling sound came from afar, along with the rustling of cloaks. The Death Eaters apparated to the vicinity based on the location marked by the Dark Mark, but they kept wandering around and couldn't find the location of the monastery.
"The Mantra of Unwavering Loyalty..."
A flicker of displeasure crossed Voldemort's face. He turned to the scarred man and ordered, "Bring in those idiots."
At the same time, he waved his wand, and a piece of parchment with an address written on it flew into the scarred man's hand as if it had grown wings.
The scarred man immediately bowed and then walked out.
A moment later, the dilapidated gate of the monastery was pushed open, and a dozen or so hooded figures shrank in. They were all wearing hoods and covering their faces, and their steps were hesitant and slow.
Voldemort's pupils shrank to slits—the number of people who arrived was less than half of what he had expected.
The sparse figures, almost all of them hunched over, didn't look like Death Eaters threatening the world with terrifying methods, but rather like a group of unemployed people with sore backs after a night of heavy drinking.
An awkward silence filled the air.
Voldemort suddenly let out a cold laugh, and even Harry could sense that the Dark Lord's laughter was full of murderous intent. His anger was building up and could erupt in a terrible way at any moment.
Just then, a Death Eater suddenly stepped forward, deliberately changing his tone of voice to make it hoarse and unpleasant.
"Master...there's...there's an unexpected situation..."
He lowered his head uneasily and said, "The live stream... the live stream wasn't interrupted..."
Voldemort's body stiffened abruptly; Harry could even see the veins bulging beneath his pale skin. No one dared to speak in the entire church; even breathing was clearly audible. Barty abruptly turned around, glancing at the Mirror he had secretly turned off. Large beads of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead; his Adam's apple bobbed, but no sound came out.
His knees slammed heavily onto the ground, and his whole body trembled.
"What...did you say?" Voldemort didn't turn around to look at Barty Jr., his voice was terrifyingly soft.
The Death Eater knelt down, trembling: "The situation here has been... has been broadcast live to the public... everyone... has seen... your resurrection..."
Voldemort suddenly swung his wand, and a blinding red light burst from the tip of the wand. Barty, who was kneeling on the ground, was violently knocked away, crashing into the wall and sliding down.
"Cough, cough cough cough... Master, Master..."
Little Barty coughed and curled up on the ground, convulsing.
Voldemort slowly approached him, his face displaying a terrifying calm, but the veins beneath his skin throbbed as if they were alive.
"What did you do, Barty?"
Voldemort asked softly, his voice like a venomous snake coiling around the necks of the Death Eaters around him.
Little Barty's forehead struck the old carpet, and he said in a trembling voice, "It was my mistake! I... I turned off the flow mirror without permission..."
Voldemort's eyes narrowed slightly.
He never trusted anyone, but even Voldemort had to admit that Barty Jr. was one of his most loyal Death Eaters, perhaps even the most loyal.
The rest of his loyal subordinates were all in Azkaban. Those left outside were all unreliable opportunists, and if he weakened, they might very well turn against him.
But Barty Jr.... In the past year, he had countless opportunities to deal with Voldemort, who was as powerless as an infant, and he could have chosen not to assist in his resurrection, leaving the Dark Lord in a state of despair like a lost soul... But he did not. He remained loyal and devoted, no matter what state the Dark Lord was in.
So Voldemort didn't immediately vent his anger, but continued to ask, "Why? I've always believed in your loyalty..."
“I…I didn’t mean to betray you.” Little Barty knelt and prostrated himself at the Dark Lord’s feet, trembling from head to toe. He said urgently, “I just don’t want you to think of Ryan Smith, because I didn’t bring him back…”
Before he could finish speaking, Little Barty suddenly realized something was wrong.
No matter how many filters he had on Voldemort's image, Barty knew perfectly well that his master, whom he regarded as a father, was actually a cold, cruel, and ruthless dark wizard.
Why would he care about that shallow kid Ryan Smith? When Ryan is no longer useful, Voldemort won't care whether he lives or dies.
But not long ago, Barty was convinced that Voldemort would be furious about this, and might even take his anger out on his confidant, causing him to lose trust and status!
Barty Jr. was so alarmed that he took it upon himself to cut off Voldemort's access to the outside world, and was secretly pleased with his quick thinking.
How could this be?
Barty frantically kowtowed, screaming, "Master! I understand now, Dumbledore must have done something to me... the Imperius Curse, yes, it must be the Imperius Curse..."
"enough!"
Voldemort's wand shot out a beam of green light, which grazed Barty's ear and blasted a large hole in the wall.
He took a deep breath, and with an eerie calm, said, "Very well, now that they've seen it..."
He waved his wand, reopened the Mirror of Flow, and saw his own reflection on the screen.
To the audience, the next scene was even more bizarre, as if two Voldemors stood facing each other, both revealing dangerous smiles:
"Then let the whole world see what happens if they resist me."
Harry's heart sank heavily.
At that moment, Voldemort's gaze was fixed on Vader, who looked completely bewildered.
Even Harry could tell that, from that camera angle, the Mother Mirror must have been filming young Wade!
At that moment, the robin badge on the boy's chest shone brightly.
(End of this chapter)