Harry Potter: From Muggle Cousin to Conceptual Wizard

Chapter 437 Pureblood Supremacy? Might Supremacy! Reshaping the Death Eaters' Understanding!

Amicus and the other Caro family wizards, who were mixed in with the Death Eaters, felt particularly innocent. They had clearly acted immediately!

Why are they also subject to the punishment of the Crucifixion Curse?

Moreover, they didn't have any young wizards in their family; they were only grieving with the other Death Eaters to build good relationships with them, never expecting to suffer such an undeserved disaster.

But the other Death Eaters did not share the same idea.

Under the amplified influence of the bewitching black energy, they followed the train of thought in Voldemort's words, and their mood instantly shifted from sadness to guilt.

Voldemort used Legilimency to sense the general thoughts of the crowd and knew it was time to add fuel to the fire.

"A bunch of idiots who only know how to use their eyes and ears, but not their brains!"

Voldemort continued, “What the enemy says, what the enemy wants you to see, whether it is true or not, you should treat it as a lie and an illusion.”

Considering the truth is something to do after you've won!

Hesitation leads to defeat. If you don't even understand this principle, you'll never amount to anything!

Voldemort's words had their own logic, and at first glance they seemed very reasonable.

With the help of the bewitching dark energy, the Death Eaters quickly became even more regretful and remorseful.

At that moment, they truly believed that it was their hesitation that had caused their families and children to die on the battlefield, and that had led to the Dark Lord's defeat in the battle.

They overlooked the fact that Voldemort insisted they bring the children to the battlefield beforehand, and the suspicious fact that the children were running amok on the battlefield.

"It's all our fault, please continue to punish us, Master!"

In their grief and despair, some Death Eaters actually asked Voldemort to beat them up.

The Caro family members stared incredulously at the Death Eater who had spoken, cursing him in their minds.

You think you're so great, so high and mighty! You enjoy being tortured, and you insist on dragging us into it too—you're utterly inhuman!

Upon hearing this, Voldemort revealed a smile that she thought was gentle, but was actually terrifying.

She ignored the Death Eater's words and continued to torture the group.

Instead, he spoke up and played the emotional card: "There's no need to continue the punishment. The reason I cast the Heart-Rending Curse on you just now was to make you realize your mistakes and learn from them!"

Now that you've figured it out, there's no need for punishment.

As I said before, failure is not terrible; as long as we survive, we will one day achieve victory!

"Victory! Victory! Victory..."

The Death Eaters, now brainwashed, passionately echoed the undulating witch's words.

After shouting for a while, Voldemort waved for everyone to stop, and then began to discuss practical matters:

"Good fighting spirit. You want to avenge your families and children, and you want to regain your former power, status and wealth. This is the kind of fighting spirit you need!"

However, fighting spirit alone cannot accomplish anything. You have all witnessed the strength of the White Wizard camp. I have suffered repeated setbacks, let alone you.

"With our current strength, there's absolutely no way we can overthrow the White Wizard's dominant position!"

"Master, do you mean...we need to find help?"

A relatively intelligent Death Eater pointed out the unspoken meaning in Voldemort's words.

"That's right!"

Voldemort gave an ugly smile and replied firmly, "We must gather more dark wizards to strengthen our power, regardless of bloodline!"

Upon hearing this, the Death Eaters instinctively felt resistance, and one of them weakly murmured, "Are we supposed to join forces with the Mudbloods?"

Voldemort immediately fixed her gaze on the speaker, making the Death Eater's heart race with panic:

“You’re right! I want you to recruit all the dark wizards I can! Whether they’re half-blood wizards or Mongrel wizards, treat them all the same!”

These words intensified the Death Eaters' resistance.

"Isn't this asking us to spout that white wizard bloodline equality stuff? If that's the case, we might as well..."

"Wouldn't it be better to be like those surrendered wizards who killed your children and families, to become white wizards, to be the dogs of Dumbledore and Dursley?!"

Voldemort rebuked her sharply.

Then, in a tone of disappointment, he pointed out, "There's a theory, that little devil Dursley, and the Hogwarts Mindset course, which isn't actually wrong."

That is, the so-called pure-blood supremacy is nothing more than a set of ideological theories packaged by our ancestors to help us rule the magical world.

Where can you find purebreds anymore?

You've been deceiving yourselves for too long. Each of your families has a family tree and a genealogy. Don't you know about the intermarriages of your ancestors? Even if your ancestors didn't intermarry with Muggle or Muggle wizards, what about half-blood wizards?

Doesn't a half-blood wizard have Muggle or Muggle blood in him?

Every one of us has Muggle blood in us.

But so what?

To tell you the truth, Narcissa didn't make this up. I am indeed the offspring of a Gaunt witch and a Muggle man, and don't I still place myself above you all?

"what?!"

The Death Eaters were stunned by Voldemort's astonishing words, and their previously formed beliefs began to crumble.

Shocked, the speed at which the bewitching black energy dissipated accelerated, but Voldemort replenished the bewitching black energy even more and faster.

"What, now that you know my background, you're going to betray me? I also want to tell you that it's true that my physical appearance resembles a woman's; that's one of the prices I had to pay for resurrecting my body."

"So? Now that I know all this, am I no longer worthy to be your master?"

Voldemort's voice turned as cold as ice, and at the same time, she unleashed her legendary wizard-level magic with all her might, letting the powerful magical fluctuations hammer down on the minds of the Death Eaters.

"What purebred Mammalian? It's all a bunch of nonsense! In the end, this world is all about strength!"

I am stronger than you, I can easily take your lives, so I can be above you!

Do you understand?

Voldemort exposed the bloody reality and continued to entice, "Now that we are at a disadvantage, what's the point of clinging to the outdated idea of ​​'pure-blood supremacy'?"

Once we've gathered enough strength to destroy Dumbledore, kill that Dursley brat, and ruthlessly suppress all the white wizards, then whoever we call a pureblood will be a pureblood, and whoever we call a mudblood will be a mudblood!

I'm not asking you to talk about equality; I'm asking you to exchange temporary compromises for a bright future of being superior to others!