The resurrection is never easy.

To be precise, resurrection is an elusive existence in the entire wizarding world - Voldemort's resurrection is not so much a resurrection, but rather a process of regaining his body after he has lost everything weakly.

Since there is no death, let alone resurrection.

This is the resurrection of the dark magic side, and in white magic, even the internationally recognized wizard Dumbledore has no way to break through the boundary between life and death, and even when he recognized the resurrection stone that is known as a legend, he was excited to forget the curse attached to the ring, and took it impatiently, and even the plan that had plenty of time had to be hastily converted into another extremely risky plan for Harry to take over.

Even Dumbledore didn't have the strength to resurrect, so one can imagine how surprised the three Death Eaters would be when they saw the near-life-reversing power in front of them.

To be precise, this is not just surprise, but there is worship in it - several of them had been frantically looking for their master when Voldemort disappeared, they had been refusing to believe the news that Voldemort had died, and even tried to snatch their own potentially imprisoned master from the Ministry of Magic, and now they had the opportunity to witness their master regain his strength, and even some of them were so excited that they couldn't stand on their feet.

However, Batan, who was in charge of handling the whole ritual, was obviously more reliable than Wormtail, who was supposed to be there at this moment, and barely a trembling hand pulled out a small jar from under the cauldron, and pointed his wand slightly at the mouth of the jar.

"A father's bones, unintentionally donated, can give your son a second life!"

Apparently, Voldemort had dug up his father's grave without the slightest pressure—when he killed his father's family, and still is.

The mouth of the jar opened at the sound, and a small wisp of dust flew out of the jar and fell gently into the crucible. The diamond-like surface of the liquid cracked, hissed, sparks flew everywhere, and the liquid turned a vivid blue, giving the impression that the liquid was absolutely poisonous.

Judging from the current dosage, if no one smashes Voldemort's Horcruxes, this recipe can still play a role dozens of times, after all, other things are easier to find, and the main ingredient seems to be quite economical at present.

Of course, this also has something to do with the aphrodisiac controlling Voldemort's father - after all, if Voldemort's house had a neighbor who likes to climb over the wall, it would be quite embarrassing.

Imagine that after a bunch of incantations have been recited, the magic that was supposed to happen has no effect at all, and when the smoke clears, then the scene in front of Voldemort's loyal Death Eaters is that they perform the crucible to cook themselves, and then should they double-click 666, or brush a rocket or something?

But fortunately, the tragic incident of Bella, who didn't know who made it up like a dog's blood, was married to the Death Eater Rodolphus Lestrange but gave birth to a daughter with Voldemort didn't happen, everything went smoothly, so that the first step of magic could not continue normally...

After reaffirming that he had not made any mistakes, Batan almost without any hesitation rolled up the sleeve of his left hand and stretched his arm straight to the front of the pot.

There was no dodging in his eyes, and his wand ran across his arm.

"The flesh of a servant, voluntarily donated, will give your master a new life!"

There was no tremor in his voice, as if he had some great job to do.

With a wand swipe, a whole muscle was cut off from under the arm, and blood began to bubble out of the arm frantically, but Batan watched with joy as if he didn't feel any pain, and watched his flesh being added to the pot.

A pot of blue potion instantly turned fiery red, and a strange light emanated from the potion, causing the remaining two Death Eaters to fall to their knees, gazing at the miraculous magic.

"What are you waiting for, Rodolphus!" said Batan, in a fanatical tone, to his brother.

Although theoretically speaking, the two of them are in league with Barty, emotionally speaking, Barty prefers to give up this great opportunity to his brother - the credit for bringing Harry Potter to the island is enough, and Barty Jr. doesn't need more opportunities to show his face.

Barty didn't complain about this, and Rodolphus straightened up from the ground in a frenzy, and walked towards Harry, who was tied with bandage-like strips of cloth, a sharp dagger coming out of his sleeve, apparently prepared for the event.

With a crystal glass bottle in one hand and a dagger shining with cold light in the other, Rodolphus walked steadily towards Harry, however, just as the dagger was about to stab, a thin film of light appeared in front of the dagger, making the dagger stabbed hard and making a heavy sound on it.

It's an Iron Armor Spell.

Before Rodolphus could react, the bandages that had been firmly tied to Harry's body fell off, and a stun spell struck directly at Rodolphus, who was stunned by the sudden scene.

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Harry rolled around, quickly leaving where he had been tied up.

Just now, the strange red light freed him from the spell, allowing him to react in time when the other party came to try to perform some dangerous ritual on him - although a stun spell had actually hit him, Harry had been trained to wake up from his coma in time.

As for what kind of training - well, the effect of negative spells such as the Stun Spell will drop significantly when you get used to it...

Harry hadn't figured out why he was here at the moment - he had been attacked when he had hugged Cho before, but out of the corner of his eye, seeing Cho kneeling over there made him give up his suspicions about Cho, and if he was not mistaken, Cho should have been coerced with him.

It was tempting to interrupt this damn unknown ritual, but Harry, who was experienced enough, knew that at such a distance, the wizard guarding the cauldron clearly had enough reaction time to deal with his attack spell, and it would be more convenient to attack the unsuspecting creature directly.

The outcome was as he expected - even an adult wizard had no room to resist when he was caught defenseless by a long-trained stun spell, and he had enough confidence to deal with the rest of them, especially after successfully taking one down.

Cautiously adding control, Harry cocked the Iron Charm as he stared at the other man and moved towards Cho - he wanted to see if Cho was doing anything now.

"Autumn, are you okay? I'll kill one, you be careful and stand behind me, I'll deal with the rest of the guy quickly, don't worry, I'm here." ”

Harry spoke quickly, but there was an indescribable confidence in his words—he had become confident in his training after taking down a wizard.

Unfortunately, Harry's outstretched left hand didn't pull the other hand, but instead suddenly felt a pain from the bite on the hand.