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Frightened by Voldemort's obvious threat, Pettigrew – who stood alongside the other inner circle Death Eaters – quickly stepped forward, kneeling in front of him.
"Master! I'm not like them! I've come back! I've looked for you!" he said in panic, almost as if he was begging.
"Yes Wormtail, you came back... but not out of loyalty, only out of fear." Voldemort looked at the trembling wizard, contempt and disgust in his eyes.
"However, even with your cowardly motives you still helped me rise again, and Lord Voldemort always rewards those who serve him correctly."
Saying this, Voldemort lightly waved his wand, using magic to forcibly extend Pettigrew's injured arm, which caused him to suppress a grunt of pain.
Roughly removing the bloody cloth that covered the severed stump, Voldemort, with an emotionless look, pointed his wand at the limb.
From the tip of his wand came a silver liquid that looked like molten metal, and as soon as this liquid touched the stump it began to take shape, solidifying and turning into a silver hand.
When this artificial hand completely connected to Pettigrew's wrist, the rat-faced man carefully tried to move it, feeling a bit of hesitation and expectation.
And in just a few tests he was amazed, seeing that this new limb made entirely of magic responded to his commands with ease, as if it really were a real hand.
Looking at his silver palm and fingers, a glint of fascination appeared in his eyes.
After admiring his hand for a while, Pettigrew immediately looked at his master, beginning to bow repeatedly to him.
"Thank you, my lord! Thank you very much!" Pettigrew thanked him happily, holding his silver hand as if it were his most precious possession.
Hearing this, Voldemort gave him an impassive look, unmoved by his thanks.
"Remember, Wormtail… Just as I have granted you this compensation, I can also take it away from you in the blink of an eye. So I expect you to continue to perform your duties with absolute precision, under my orders," he said, his voice low and sharp.
"Y-yes, master... I w-won't disappoint you!" Pettigrew stammered.
"Hmph," the Dark Lord snorted in disdain, making it clear that he didn't believe that promise at all.
And without paying any more attention to the treacherous and cowardly wizard, Voldemort turned his evil gaze to the other Death Eaters gathered in the graveyard.
As he had already vented some of his anger and dissatisfaction by severely reprimanding his servants, the Dark Lord finally decided to stop criticizing them.
He then, under everyone's gaze, began the speech that would definitively mark his grand return.
His voice thick with arrogance and authority, he began to talk about how incredible he was—extolling his supposed invincibility and power, boasting that he had defied death and triumphed.
And of course, in this speech he also couldn't forget to declare his ultimate goal, which was what made all these proud and arrogant pureblood wizards join his cause, submitting to him and following him.
The goal of conquering the entire world – both Muggle and Wizarding – and subjugating it to their will.
At the same time this was happening, I was almost finishing my preparations for my counterattack.
But before I did anything, I turned to my hostage friend, seeing that there was a worried and anxious expression on his face.
Harry seemed to feel my gaze on him, and turning to me he saw my calm gaze, which unconsciously made him relax a little.
Looking at Harry I nodded to him as a signal, which meant for him to prepare for the fight.
And understanding the meaning of this sign, he nodded silently to me as well.
Resisting the pain he felt in the scar on his head, Harry turned forward, fixing his gaze on the various dark wizards around us.
Taking a deep breath he tried to calm himself, mentally preparing himself as he knew the situation was about to become more dangerous and turbulent.
'It's about time' he thought, a serious and tense look appearing on his face.
Seeing that Harry was already waiting, I turned my focus back to the suppressive runes around us.
My hands, which were tied behind my back, moved quickly and in a coordinated manner.
Magical lines pulsed and connected into a complex and intricate new set of runes, imperceptible to everyone.
These runes I was creating would serve to block some of the runes scattered in the graveyard, and with the blocking of these runes the suppressive ward would be deactivated for a few minutes, enough time for Harry and I to act.
'Just a little bit more...' I thought, completely focused.
While I was focused on creating these runes I felt someone coming towards me, which momentarily attracted my attention.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw that this person was actually Pettigrew, who was approaching me slowly and silently, crouching down beside me.
And he was acting in this sneaky and cautious way because he didn't want his actions to be noticed by the others in the cemetery, knowing that it wouldn't do him any good if he interrupted Voldemort's villainous speech.
"I remember you, Night..." he began to say in a slow, dark whisper, "That day, you were the one who came to the Gryffindor dormitories and captured me... You were the one who ruined my years-long plan!"
He glared at me, his eyes narrowing with cruel and evil intentions.
And I didn't even need to use my empathy to realize that the traitorous rat was resentful towards me, because his voice alone already revealed his emotions, overflowing with hatred and anger.
"But now, it seems the tables have turned…" he continued, a despicable smile appearing on his ugly face, "Now it's you who's trapped, completely at my mercy."
"And when my master finishes his business here, I will ask him to let me deal with you."
"But don't worry, I won't kill you right away.... I'll make you suffer. I'll torture you… I'll let you watch as I kill all your friends and family, hehehe" he laughed pervertedly.
At first I was indifferent to Pettigrew's mockery and threats, but as soon as he spoke about my friends and family a murderous glint flashed in my eyes.
My expression turned cold, and my magic bubbled within my body, begging to be released, wanting to annihilate this damned rat.
*Click!*
And it was at that moment that I completed my runes, which activated automatically, infiltrating the runes in the graveyard and corrupting them.
I then felt the ward around me lose its effect, which meant I could finally stop pretending to be defenseless.
'Heh' knowing this, a sinister and wild smile appeared on my face. And slowly, I turned to Pettigrew.
"Has anyone ever told you that you should brush your teeth or at least eat some mints?" I said, narrowing my eyes at him.
"Huh?" Hearing this Pettigrew froze for a moment, blinking in surprise at seeing that I could speak.
But before he could wonder why the silencing spell wasn't working on me anymore, I made my move.
"{Electropulsio}!"
As soon as I finished the incantation, spikes of electricity erupted from my body, accompanied by a powerful wave of repulsive force. The ropes binding me were instantly torn apart, and the gravestones around me exploded into shards.
Pettigrew, who was dangerously close, was struck full on. The electric spikes pierced his flesh, brutally electrocuting him inside and out, and the repulsive force hit him like a runaway truck—his bones shattered, and his internal organs were violently shaken.
"AARGH!" he screamed in agony, being thrown far away until he collided with a tree. The impact of his body hitting the tree was followed by a sickening cracking sound.
But before his mind could even process the pain or the damage he had suffered, I reached out my arm. Using my telekinesis, I pulled him back towards me, aggressively grabbing his neck with a single hand.
Looking at the broken dark wizard in my hands my face showed no emotion. However, my lack of expression told everyone how angry I was.
"You know Pettigrew, I always knew you were stupid, but I never thought you were suicidal either," I commented.
"You could have lived a few more minutes longer tonight, but you threatened my family, and that is unacceptable to me... an unforgivable sin."
"So in your next life, be smart and try to use the little brain you have. Don't provoke someone you can't mess with."
My amber eyes then flashed wildly, and I tightened my grip on his neck, making him gasp and grunt.
Bringing my face closer to his, I glared at him with a deadly glare.
"In your next life, stay quiet in some dark, filthy sewer, which is where you belong... silent and hidden, like the pathetic coward you are," I said coldly.
End.
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