Without hesitation, the three Death Eaters who had been scattered to force Harry quickly gathered together in front of the cauldron where Voldemort was, looking extremely nervous, obviously extremely worried about Harry's similar attack.

Due to Voldemort's requirements for the bloodline of Death Eaters, every Death Eater is not an ordinary person who is illiterate, and has a very deep understanding of the magic props with various abilities that can be passed down all the time, so they all judged at the first time that Harry was definitely using magic items to forcibly improve his strength.

In the absence of a head-on counter, it is clear that dragging out this period is the wisest choice.

Harry, who had not received any help before, was already strong enough, and Harry at this moment had reminded the three Death Eaters of the situation when they heard that their master had been defeated more than ten years ago, even if the hearts of several of them were firm, there was a bit of gloom in their hearts at that time, and at this moment, the haze at the beginning was mixed with the fear that Azkaban had brought over the years, which made everyone feel a little uneasy.

A worried look appeared on Batan's face, "I don't know how long that damn magic item will last, we have to make sure that the ritual goes on in its entirety and not be interrupted by that weird attack, and besides, we have to find a way to get Harry to shed the blood we need to complete the whole ritual." Therefore, everyone must persevere, so that the resurrection ritual of the master will not be damned in any way!"

Harry apparently didn't give the guys time to chat.

In other words, under Allen's teaching, Harry has become accustomed to staying calm when encountering some more pitty things, and then solving the problem in a more appropriate way, of course, this is a history of blood and tears...

Another large mass of stars was thrown over, and then smashed in front of the three Death Eaters, however, before it could be deployed, the magic that came from the attack was directly blocked by the light blue shield, although Batan, who released this magic, was beaten back seven or eight steps after a sound like steel colliding, and his face was pale and terrifying, but the idea of relying on this spell to destroy this ritual was obviously a phantom.

Looking at the three people gathered together, Harry raised his wand, and the magic power in his body began to gather rapidly, not even for a second, a pink pillar of light almost half a human height bombarded the cauldron where Voldemort was.

Layers of protection were stacked, light blue, light green, pure white, and finally a near-transparent shield that Voldemort barely held up, and due to the presence of the ritual, Harry didn't even need to think about the other party's dodge, and just bombarded the magic directly.

At this moment, Voldemort, who had been extremely confident in his return to his original state because he had secretly controlled Azkaban, was panicked in his heart, and he didn't understand why he had just brought in a slightly better underage wizard in his plan, but the moment Harry was sent over, he suddenly transformed into a powerful wizard who could completely tear apart his perfect plan?

Voldemort even regretted that he didn't release other Death Eaters for safety, if there were so many more elite Death Eaters at this moment, then he would never be so passive now, even if Bella hadn't been killed by that mysterious organization when the damn Black escaped from prison, the current manpower would not be so overstretched!

It's a pity that complaining is worthless in the face of an incoming attack.

The huge pillar of light destroyed all the shields like a decay, and the previous shield was as brittle as a piece of paper in the face of a powerful attack, until Voldemort's own shield came into contact, the pink pillar of light was neutralized in the huge vibration, and when the attack was completely blocked, Voldemort who was originally in the cauldron could no longer support it, and a mouthful of blood spurted out directly,

The originally thin body began to become illusory, this body was originally a piece of black magic and venom, after receiving such a serious injury, the black magic that originally maintained the body was already unstable, and it was about to collapse in the blink of an eye.

Little Barty's face suddenly became distorted, and his fingers gripped the ground so hard that his knuckles turned white from too much force.

With desperate eyes, he struggled to his feet, and rushed to the side of the crucible in the shocked eyes of everyone, his eyes full of despair and collapse.

"Feud - the blood of the enemy... Forced to give... can make your enemies... Resurrection. Mixed with pain and sorrow, slurred words came out of his mouth, and then, under the murderous gaze of the remaining two Death Eaters, he made a move that even the onlookers would be frightened by Allen.

A large mouthful of saliva was spit directly into the cauldron, and Voldemort, who was soaked in the cauldron, was spit on the top of his forehead when he couldn't dodge it, and the blood-colored spit slipped down in his eyes in disbelief, and slid viscous inside.

That's right, little Barty spit into it, and it floated directly into Voldemort's face...

Is this the rhythm to be reversed?

Phew, this is the rhythm of the anyway, little Barty is ready to abandon the darkness and turn to the light?

Then you don't have to behave like that!

Wait! Alan complained and found something wrong, and as the spit flowed into the pot, the flames that had been bright and dark immediately lit up, and the cauldron was about to boil, and the diamond-like sparks flew out in all directions, bright and dazzling, turning everything around him into a black velvet color.

Yes, there was blood left over from the previous bite on Harry!

At the moment when Harry hangs the Death Eaters and fights them, there is only one way left to allow Voldemort's resurrection plan to obtain the blood of the enemy, the last item.

Therefore, when the spit flowed into the pot, even if there was more interference, Voldemort's resurrection ritual was still barely completed, even if Alan from his own point of view, Voldemort should rather be resurrected again after this defeat than be so humiliated, and he might be angry to death at the moment of life, he was still alive.

Harry tried to re-attack, interrupting the ritual at the last moment, but the next attack was still blocked by the three Death Eaters, who were desperately guarding him.

In the white steam, a tall, thin skeleton-like man rose up, floated above the cauldron and rose to life.