And am I not worthy of it?

No!

Lord Voldemort, he does not regard himself as a servant or subordinate, he regards himself as a completely trustworthy... friend!

So he didn't come to him first!

Other Death Eaters will always be Voldemort's servants. Only you, in addition to being a servant, also have the identity of a friend!

Yes, why do friends say so much?

Lord Voldemort trusts himself so much...

Little Barty's breathing was heavy due to excitement, but he didn't know that his expression was so dazzling to Voldemort at another time.

"Bastard, bastard..." Voldemort looked at Sean with eyes that were almost on fire.

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

"Barty, do you remember what we talked about?" Sean raised his eyebrows, "Only you know my past. We both have such a cowardly, incompetent and disgusting father, and we both have the same great goal.

...There is only you, Buddy, I feel like when I see you, I seem to see the old me."

Little Barty was excited and moved. He wanted to kneel down again but was subdued by Sean.

In his eyes, fanaticism has completely overtaken reason. It can even be said that little Barty took the initiative to let fanaticism and loyalty occupy his brain.

Being recognized by the great Dark Lord that he is chasing is what little Barty has always dreamed of!

Voldemort, who was watching all this, opened his eyes wide, and besides being angry, he was even a little panicked.

Why, why does Sean Wallop know what he once said to Barty Jr., why does he know his past?!

The two old immortals Dumbledore and Grindelwald naturally knew about his origins, but how could a third person know about his conversation with Barty Jr.?!

This news made Voldemort's expression completely gloomy.

In his memory, Sean was very satisfied with Barty Jr.'s complete fanaticism, and he could safely carry out his brainwashing plan.

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

"Yes, Master!" Little Barty immediately lowered his head, "I will protect your secret even if I die."

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

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

Sean's face turned gloomy: "It's not something you can solve... Barty, you know I've been preparing to take away Wallop's body."

"Yes, Master, you have succeeded now." Little Barty said immediately.

"Yes, it was successful... but it also left some consequences," Sean's face turned gloomy, "No one in this world has studied the soul as thoroughly as I have, but the soul is still profound after all.

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

Sean sneered: "Of course, of course...it's just that there were some problems...a small piece of my soul was separated..."

"What?!" Little Barty's face was full of shock, and then he became anxious, "Master, what do you need me to do? Do I need to help you retrieve the fragment?"

"No, Barty," Sean said leisurely, "the separated soul fragments... you can regard them as impurities in my soul. Although it is troublesome, it was also something I actively contributed to."

"I separated the garbage from my body..." Sean said calmly.

Watching all this, Voldemort's body was trembling.

No wonder, no wonder...
Chapter completed!