บท 428: Chapter 427 "Angry Voldemort"

Voldemort was placed in a specially padded armchair in the manor. He curled up like a baby with gloomy and angry eyes. He had received news from the Returnees early on, but because of the special circumstances and his physical condition, Voldemort did not come here immediately.

He was conceited and took it for granted that as long as he came in front of Barty, he would recognize him and feel sad and regretful for his previous stupid behavior.

However, Voldemort never imagined that Barty was still believe in Sean. This Death Eater's subordinate, this most passionate and loyal servant ever, didn't even recognize himself. Thinking of this, Voldemort's chest heaved violently, and the killing intent in his heart couldn't be stopped no matter what.

Beside him, a chunky man in a plain robe felt his Master's anger and confusion. The man dared not lift his head for fear that Voldemort's anger would affect him.

The door was pushed open, and a wizard with a gloomy complexion came in. He had a red bulbous nose, glasses as thick as the bottom of a wine bottle, and messy hair hanging greasy on his shoulders. On the surface, it looks like a mad scientist who often appears on TV.

"My lord." He called to Voldemort.

Voldemort turned his back to him so as not to let the other party see the gloom and anger in his eyes; he said in a deep voice, "What's the matter?"

The wizard laughed nervously, "We have a little bit of trouble. Barty has learned Occlumency very well."

Voldemort snorted coldly, "Don't worry about it; I just want his memory. I don't care whether he is alive or not."

He was furious with Barty to the extreme.

The wizard licked his lips excitedly, "Of course I know that. But such powerful wizards with Occlumency are rare. Barty is a very good test subject, and I want to keep him. It would be a waste to make him dead."

There was an excitement in the tone of the wizard.

Voldemort said impatiently, "I just need to know. As long as you can do it, he is yours. You can test him however you like."

"Since you've said so, then I'll be on my way."

The wizard rubbed his hands excitedly. He came here to find an excellent test subject, and the Master agreed, which excited him extremely. Not long after the wizard left, the chunky man standing next to Voldemort walked to the door, opened his ears, listened, and turned around with a look of horror.

"Master, Crouch... Crouch's screams..." He swallowed, panic in his eyes.

Barty's scream of pain even penetrated the underground prison.

"Shut it, Wormtail," said Voldemort coldly.

"Yes, master."

"You worthless wretch..." Voldemort said disgustedly.

Wormtail lowered his head and walked back to Voldemort's side. Barty's cries of pain lasted for a long time before subsiding, and the wizard returned to the room again.

"This is what you want, my lord." The wizard's face was stained with blood, but he didn't care; his face was full of excitement.

Wormtail quickly walked over to take the memory vial from his hand, glanced at it carefully, and immediately lowered his head. Unlike normal memories, the memories in the memory bottle gave off a weak feeling, as if they were about to dissipate.

The way they extract memories is probably different from that of normal wizards.

Voldemort nodded in satisfaction and said coldly, "He's yours now."

"Thank you for your generosity, my lord." The wizard smiled and quickly left the room.

He was going to see the reward that he had gotten.

"Wormtail," Voldemort snorted.

"Yes, master..." Wormtail moved immediately, moved the Pensieve over, and shook the memory strand into the basin.

After gently stirring it a few times with a wand, a scene began to emerge in the basin, and Wormtail immediately bowed his head and backed away. Voldemort stretched out his face with difficulty and sank into the Pensieve.

The scene in front of him had changed. Voldemort glanced; of course, he knew this place; it was the Malfoy manor. Voldemort's anger flared up again.

He sent out a signal that he had returned, but because Wallup changed the Dark Mark, only a few people received the news. Those Death Eaters are branded with the "Wallup Dark Mark".

But Lucius and his wife have never responded, and the two seem to have stayed in the manor and refused to show up, which made it impossible for him to get in touch with other Death Eaters.

"Sly fox..." Voldemort snorted.

He looked at the scene in front of him. Much healthier Barty was kneeling on the ground. His face was full of fanaticism, mixed with some pride of being praised by his Master alone. Those loyal eyes, that unwavering belief, were Barty's expressions when facing him.

Right before him, Barty has sworn his loyalty to another person.

That face was one that Voldemort would never forget. Voldemort's rage was at its peak, and he even wished at this moment that it wasn't a memory. In that way, he can directly kill that disgusting Wallup kid.

But memory is memory, and it will only show him a glimpse of what happened.

"Master, please tell me what to do as much as you want, and I will complete all the tasks you entrusted at all costs!" Barty knelt.

Sean turned around with a smile on his face.

"Barty, my friend. Do you feel that I only talk to you when I have something for you to do?"

Barty looked hesitant, but he shook his head immediately, "No, master, anything from you is my highest honor."

Sean looked at him calmly and laughed in a voice familiar to Voldemort, "Barty, when did you learn to lie to your master?"

"No, I have absolutely nothing to hide from you," Barty lowered his head lower. "I just want to prove my loyalty to you."

Sean stroked Naja, allowing this dangerous animal to move on his body.

"Barty, did you have a little fight with Bellatrix before?" He asked in a casual tone.

Barty hesitated and nodded, "Yes, on the way to carry out the task, I think Bellatrix acted unnecessarily."

Sean laughed, "That's not a big deal. My friend, are you jealous of Bellatrix? Because she's the first Death Eater I've ever met."

"Yes, master." Barty gritted his teeth, finally admitted, and immediately explained urgently, "I am more loyal than her. There is no more loyal servant than me in the world ."

Looking at this memory, Voldemort wanted to grind his teeth.

"What did I do to make you dissatisfied?" Barty became anxious.

"Barty, Barty, Barty." Sean said his name three times.

"I…"

Sean interrupted what Barty was about to say.

"Barty, you really let me down."

Barty gulped, and Voldemort's face sank as he watched all this.

"Do you know why I'm disappointed?" Sean asked.

"I..." Barty was a little uncertain.

Sean patted him on the shoulder, "My friend, I thought that the relationship between us didn't need to be discussed again."

Barty's eyes widened, filled with surprise and pride. He went to Bellatrix first, not because he trusted Bellatrix the most, but because he felt that after his return, among the Death Eaters, Bellatrix was the first subordinate worthy of his complete trust.

Voldemort is shown in the image of Sean, who wants to win their hearts and win over Bellatrix, a loyal and powerful Death Eater.

Barty's breathing was heavy with excitement, but he didn't know that his expression was so dazzling in Voldemort's eyes.

"Bastard..." Voldemort looked at Sean.

Sean's tone was casual, but this attitude was exactly what Barty longed for.

"Barty, remember what we talked about?" Sean raised his brows, "You know my past. We also have such a cowardly, incompetent, and disgusting father, and we all have the same goals. Only you, Barty, I feel like I saw the young me."

Barty was excited and moved. He wanted to kneel down again but was stopped by Sean. In his eyes, fanaticism has completely taken over him. It can even be said that Barty took the initiative to let fanaticism and loyalty occupy his brain.

To be recognized by the Dark Lord was something he chased, and this is something Barty had always dreamed of. Voldemort watched all this and opened his eyes wide; apart from anger, he was even slightly surprised.

Why does Sean know what he once said to Barty? Why does he know his past?

Dumbledore and Grindelwald knew about his origins, but how could a child know about him in that conversation?

This news completely shocked Voldemort. In the memory, Sean was satisfied with Barty's fanaticism, and he could confidently start his brainwashing plan.

"My friend, I called you out because I have something to tell you. Do you understand what I mean?" Sean said in a deep voice.

"Yes, master." Barty immediately lowered his head, "Even if I die, I will still protect your secret."

"It's not that serious." Sean waved his hand casually, "It's just a little bit of a problem."

Barty's face immediately showed a stern look, "Master..."

Sean's face became gloomy, "It's not something you can deal with, Barty. You know that I have been preparing to take away Wallup's body."

"Yes, Master. You have succeeded," Barty said immediately.

"While it was successful, it also left some troubles behind." Sean's face turned dark, "In this world, no one studies the soul as thoroughly as I do, but there is always something that bugs me."

"Master, you have mastered a power that no one else can master."

Sean sneered, "Of course. It's just that there are some problems as my soul has been divided into small pieces."

"What?!" Barty was shocked and anxious, "Master, what do you need me to do? Should I help you retrieve those pieces?"

"No, Barty," Sean said leisurely, "You can treat them as impurities in my soul. Although it is troublesome, I made some improvements."

"I sorted out the garbage in my body," Sean said lightly.

Watching all this, Voldemort's body moved.

"Wallup!" Voldemort yelled angrily.