Chapter 1063

"Master, master, my hand is broken..."

Wormtail cried.

Voldemort seemed to have just noticed that Wormtail was missing a hand.

"Extend your hand!"

Voldemort said coldly.

Wormtail extended the broken hand.

"Thank you, master, thank you..."

"Trash, the other hand!"

Voldemort cursed angrily.

Wormtail retracted his broken hand in despair.

He extended his intact arm.

Voldemort tore open Wormtail's sleeve.

Harry saw in horror that on Wormtail's arm, there was a hideous and terrifying black scar.

It was the Dark Mark from the Quidditch World Cup.

Voldemort placed his finger on Wormtail's arm.

Harry's scar hurt terribly again.

Wormtail also let out a wail.

"After feeling it again, I wonder how many people will be willing to come!"

He began to pace between Harry and Wormtail.

Occasionally, he would cast a couple of healing spells on Darren.

But they didn't have much effect.

This made Voldemort's gaze at Harry even colder.

"If Darren Potter dies today, then Harry Potter, you need to remember, it was all you who caused his death!"

Harry looked at Voldemort with hatred.

He suppressed a deep anger in his heart.

If he could, he really wanted to kill Voldemort.

Just like Darren, tear open his throat!

"Are you hating me? This is a very interesting thing, you are hating me, but I am also hating you.

Family affection is something I can never obtain.

Dumbledore says love is the greatest thing, but you have never bestowed a shred of love on anyone; it's all calculation!

Calculating for someone to become a dog, a good dog that only serves you, Harry Potter, isn't that right?"

"You're full of crap! He is not a dog, he is my brother!"

Harry clenched his fists.

He quietly observed the Triwizard Cup, holding Darren's hand, as long as the Triwizard Cup could be used, they could teleport back immediately.

Only, his heart was getting colder and colder.