HP: White Lord of Slytherin

Chapter 186 Finally meet

Voldemort's scarlet eyes looked at his raised hands, so vivid and powerful, no longer as weak as a ghost.

"Life and strength are all returning to my body." His voice was extremely cold.

The man behind him asked, "Should we summon them?"

“Of course, let’s see how many people have the courage to come after feeling the call.” Voldemort’s face was full of cruelty and pride.

He turned to the man, took the wand offered to him, and lifted the sleeve of the man's left arm, revealing the Dark Mark.

Harry recognised the mark; it was the mark that had appeared on the night of the Quidditch World Cup.

Voldemort placed the tip of his wand against the mark, and soon the man frowned but made no sound, as the Dark Mark changed from a light grey to a pitch black color.

Harry's head was about to split open because of the activation of the mark, but he bit his lips and tried not to scream.

“Why don’t you scream?” Voldemort stared at him with pleasure. “Everything about me should make you feel miserable.”

Harry could only glare at him hatefully, this murderer who killed his parents and led those so-called Death Eater lackeys to kill so many people!

"You do not deserve!"

Voldemort's eyes grew colder. "You should learn from your lowly mother. At least in the last moments of her life, she begged for mercy from me."

Harry's memory was pulled back to his third year, when the Dementors forced out the painful memories of his childhood.

"She did it for me, not because of how terrible you are."

Looking at Harry's extremely hateful eyes, Voldemort felt relieved. "It doesn't matter. You will kneel down and beg me next to my father's tombstone."

He walked to the tombstone, and the light from his wand illuminated the words on it. "This is my stupid Muggle father. He hated wizards and abandoned my mother. That woman died giving birth to me. When I have powerful enough magic, I will come back here and kill him!"

Voldemort pointed to the old house on the hillside. "Right there—"

Harry saw a cruel light flashing in his scarlet eyes.

"You're crazy..."

Voldemort remained silent. There were crackling sounds in the air, and in the darkness several men in black hooded robes and masks appeared. They approached cautiously, as if they were confirming something.

Soon, a man knelt on the ground, crawled to Voldemort, bent down and kissed his robe, "Master...it's really you..."

Then the others knelt silently, forming a circle around him, vying to kiss the corner of his robe trailing on the ground.

Voldemort looked around. The air was almost suffocatingly quiet before he spoke, "It's been thirteen years... What have my Death Eaters been doing during this time?"

No one dared to speak and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.

"They thought I was no longer capable or even dead, so they returned to the enemy and pretended to be innocent, saying they had no idea and were under the Imperius Curse." Those scarlet eyes scanned each person little by little. "Some people who have seen my great power believe that there is a more powerful force that can defeat me. Perhaps they have now turned to the protector of Mudbloods and Muggles, Albus Dumbledore."

"No! Master, please forgive us!"

However, begging for mercy was useless, and Voldemort raised his wand to punish his subordinates who betrayed him.

Harry closed his eyes, hoping that someone around him could hear the screams and notice everything here, but unfortunately, until the punishment was over, no strange sounds were heard.

"Let me see... who's here."

Voldemort's cold and wet eyes swept over slowly, "Avery!"

Harry opened his eyes to see an older man with his mask removed, his head lowered in fear.

"Crabbe, Goyle!"

The two largest men tried to shrink their bodies as much as possible to reduce their presence.

The masks of the Death Eaters present were taken off one by one, and Harry kept a close eye on whether Lucius Malfoy was there.

Of course, Lucius was not present when the last Death Eater revealed his true identity.

"That cunning friend, Lucius - he didn't come." Voldemort's voice was terribly gloomy, as if it contained an impending storm.

Avery crawled to his feet on his knees, "Master, the Malfoy family followed the so-called Slytherin heir, Gloria Slytherin, who controlled Slytherin House in the school under the name of Slytherin blood."

Starting from the summer that Gloria declared her identity, her son started to show signs of being abnormal and would tremble when he heard that name.

Voldemort's snake face became even more terrifying under his anger, "Gloria, I am very interested in her. Little Barty should knock her down by now."

He glanced at the few people and said, "Mr. and Mrs. Lestrange should stand here. They are loyal and would rather be imprisoned in Azkaban than betray me... But it doesn't matter. The Dementors will join us, and those who serve me will be freed. Then I can call back the giants and werewolves... Victory in this war will belong to me."

"You're dreaming!" Harry couldn't help but yell at him, "Headmaster Dumbledore is here, and there are many wizards who are against you!"

Everyone looked at Harry, and Voldemort sneered, "Really... Speaking of which, the reason you're here tonight is because of my loyal servant at Hogwarts. When I kill you, he'll get an unimaginable reward."

"We know that you have someone in the school." Harry gritted his teeth and said, "Do you think your plan is perfect?"

"Harry Potter, you are here as our special guest at tonight's party." Voldemort said softly, "They all think you are my nemesis, but the truth is that when your mother died, she left some kind of mark on you, an ancient magic that I ignored at the time, causing me to lose my body and power, and I couldn't even touch you."

Harry looked directly into those crimson eyes.

"It's different now. We have the same blood. I also have the power your mother gave you." Voldemort walked in front of Harry and raised his right hand. "I can touch you!"

A thin, pale index finger pressed hard on Harry's scar.

"Ah——!" The exploding pain swept through my body again.

The creepy, evil laughter echoed through the cemetery and all the way to the old house.

After being teleported out of the maze, Gloria just stood firm, feeling the guidance of the black stone, and her location was in the direction where the strange laughter came from.

Voldemort waved his hand, released the trapped Harry, and the wand that fell to the ground flew to his hand.

"You have learned to duel, right, Harry Potter?" Voldemort said, "This is the time for me to duel with you. We should bow to each other, right? Come on, Dumbledore must want you to keep your composure at this moment and bow to the god of death, Harry..."

Harry took a deep breath, held his wand, and stood up, standing straight in front of these people.

"I say—bow!"

As Voldemort raised his wand, Harry felt his spine bend. He struggled to straighten up, but saw that the people opposite him were looking to the left.

In the darkness of the night, a tall figure gradually approached.

"Are you okay Harry?"

Harry's eyes widened. It was Gloria's voice, but how did she find this place?

"Leah..."

A girl with light blonde hair and wearing Slytherin school uniform came to the cemetery with a wand in hand, her cold eyes fixed directly on Voldemort.

"We finally meet, Tom Riddle."