"you…"

Barty Crouch Jr. almost choked.

That's right...

But, are they just watching people die here?

Snape ignored Batty Crouch Jr. and continued softly: "Tom Riddle, if you have any last words before leaving, it is best to tell your subordinates quickly. I happened to meet Mr. Batty Crouch Jr. here. It seems that this is fate. Let him come next time you are resurrected..."

When he said this, Snape coldly praised: "To be honest, I think Mr. Barty Crouch is much better than my colleague Professor Quirrell..."

"you…"

Voldemort also spat out a mouthful of blood.

The Dark King stared at Snape tightly, his eyes still had the ferocity and cruelty of the Dark King, but it was not intimidating to Snape after all...

Next moment!

Voldemort's eyes slowly fell on Baddy Crouch Jr. This look immediately made Baddy Crouch Jr.'s heart immediately feel fear: "Master...Master...What's going on..."

“Batty…”

Voldemort's teeth were red with blood, but he still tried hard to speak: "Batty... tell me... have you betrayed me before?"

Although Voldemort hated everything in front of him...

But he had to consider his next resurrection.

Especially now, the only diary Horcrux he has left and the little devil Harry Potter are all within Snape's control. He must find a way to resurrect himself in a stronger posture!

and…

There are no one around him now... This treatment of Death Eaters who treats him like his father is a bit crazy, and may also retain a considerable degree of loyalty.

Even though there are many suspicious things about Barty Crouch, Voldemort is already a good candidate...

At least Barty Crouch Jr. did not betray and stab the knife like the two bastards, Peter and Snape. Voldemort's psychological expectations were already very low...

"I've never..."

A hint of panic appeared on Batty Crouch's face. He grabbed Voldemort's palm tightly like crazy, expressing his loyalty: "Master...Master...I have always wanted to find you...but I was confessed by the traitor Kakalov...I was locked in Azkaban by them...My mother died there on my behalf..."

Baddy Crouch's eyes were red, tears flowed down his cheeks. He grabbed Voldemort's palm tightly and stroked his face, trying hard to say what he said: "I have always missed..."

"I can guarantee it."

Snape's voice interrupted Batty Crouch's words. He glanced at Batty Crouch slowly and nodded, "Batty Crouch is not my person, but his father is my partner..."

“…”

Barty Crouch Jr. cried.

The Death Eater couldn't help looking at Snape, grinning and making a fierce look that he wanted to choose someone and eat them. What's wrong with this bastard in the conversation between their master and servant?

"What the hell is going on!"

Batty Crouch's forehead was almost exposed, and he wiped his tears and asked loudly: "You said you will tell me everything..."

"Let him tell you."

Snape looked down at Voldemort before looking at Batty and continued: "As long as he wastes his energy and says a few more words, he will soon die here due to excessive blood loss, so I don't have to waste my magic to kill him..."

“…”

Is this fucking human words?

Let a person before his death say a few more words?

However, a glimmer suddenly appeared in Voldemort's eyes. He used all his strength to grab Barty Crouch's palm, trying hard to press his palm to him!

"Owner?"

Baddy Crouch looked at Voldemort with some anxiety. He did not resist and pressed his palm to the ground with Voldemort's strength!

The next moment...

Batty Crouch Jr. felt like he had touched something, and even had a trace of blood. No, this thing is a broken limb!

This is a finger!

This is a person's finger!

This finger is even a bit rough!

This must be the finger of that bastard Peter, Pet!

This is a severance...

Baddy Crouch reacted suddenly. When he was hurriedly trying to retreat, Voldemort tried his best to prevent him from leaving, and even made Baddy bend down!

Voldemort's whisper in Batty Crouch's ear: "Batty... hold it... soaked in the potion that preserves the corpse... don't be discovered by him... This is the powerful material for my resurrection..."

“…”

Barty Crouch Jr. nodded in fear.

Blood spurted out from the corner of Voldemort's mouth, even splashing on Baddy Crouch's ears, but Baddy Crouch didn't dare to move at all!

Voldemort's voice became lower and lower, and he continued in a low voice: "Then... go to the Albanian forest to find me...my soul will be there...resurrect..."

certainly.

Just the soul.

Voldemort still chose to return to the Albanian forest because he was familiar enough with that forest that few people stepped on it meant that it was safe enough.

This time is actually much better than the last time...

At least this time Voldemort would have an assistant before his death, and even prepare some back-ups in advance, so the next resurrection would be less troublesome...

It won't take long...

He can return to the magic world!

"Don't let Snape know..."

Voldemort's voice tried hard to lower it, but his breathing became weaker and weaker: "Remember... go find me... okay... what else is there... I'll help you... ahem..."

"What the hell is going on..."

Barty Crouch Jr. whispered in a low voice: "Peter is a traitor... Did Snape...betray you too? Who is he?"

"Well...he's..."

Voldemort responded with difficulty. He stammered and wanted to continue saying something, but he could only move his lips, and he couldn't speak any more.

Just when the Dark King vented more and had less breath, Snape, who had been standing by watching them communicate, couldn't help frowning: "What did you say just now, the voice can be a little louder, and I can't even hear it..."

"you…"

Voldemort's throat couldn't help but roar in anger.

The dark king widened his eyes, and his body slowly turned into ashes like burned white paper...

Too difficult.

Too difficult to write.
Chapter completed!