The Sons of Grindelwald at Hogwarts

Chapter 420 More Trouble...

Voldemort looked at Wormtail, and Wormtail's robe was soaked with blood...

"Master..." Wormtail whimpered. "You promised, you promised..."

"Extend your arm," said Voldemort lazily.

Wormtail's eyes lit up. "Oh, master... thank you master!"

He stretched out his bloody severed arm.But Voldemort sneered again. "You know, not this one, Wormtail."

The little bit of blood on Wormtail's lips had also disappeared.

Olynworth raised his eyebrows, he can probably guess what the noseless man is going to do at this moment.

Wormtail choked. "Owner……"

Voldemort didn't care, he just bent down and pulled his left arm out of bed.Rolling his sleeve up to his elbow, Harry saw something on the skin...

Yes, the Dark Mark, the mark Voldemort often uses, is also the symbol of the Death Eaters.

Voldemort looked at it carefully, as if admiring a work of art.

"It's back, they'll all notice it, and now, we see, we'll know..." said Voldemort softly.

Then... without hesitation, he pressed it.

Wormtail screamed in pain, but it was clear that no one there felt sympathy for him.

"The wall is grass, and both ends fall." Orlingworth made an objective evaluation.

Orlynworth tilted his head, then put his hand into his pocket, took out his own wand, and then leaned on the tombstone next to him, looking at the center of the cemetery with a blank expression.

The Death Eaters are coming...

Wormtail let out a wail, and Voldemort, with a look of cruel satisfaction on his face, straightened up, tossed his head back, and scanned the dark cemetery.

"After feeling it, how many people will come back as planned, and how many people will have the guts to come back?" Voldemort's soft voice echoed in this cemetery, and there was an inexplicable hint of madness in his voice.

Oliverworth gripped his wand tightly.

This time it's not a joke, he's really back...

There are some more troubles...

It began to pace back and forth in front of Harry and Wormtail, scanning the cemetery from time to time, and after about a minute, its eyes fell on Harry again.The snake's face twisted into a cruel smile.

"Harry Potter, you're standing on the bones of my father, who was a Muggle, stupid, just like your own mother, but they both have uses, don't they? When you were little, your mother protected You died, I killed my father, you see how useful he was after his death..." Voldemort said softly.

Orlynworth looked at Voldemort sarcastically.

Voldemort laughed.

As he walked, he scanned his surroundings, and the snake was still wandering around in the grass.

"See that house on the hill, Pot? My father lived there...my mother was a wizard and lived in this village... fell in love with him, but when she told her who she was, he Abandoned her... My father doesn't like magic."

"He left her and went back to his parents before I was born...my mother, when she gave birth to me, died of dystocia...she could have used magic..."

"I grew up in a Muggle orphanage, but I swore I'd find him, and I got my revenge on the man who gave me his name. Tom... Tom Riddle. Nasty name isn't it? "