Everyone's drunk this soup.

Some are simple, some are complicated, some take only seven or eight minutes, some take a whole day, some have less than ten yuan of finished products, and some of the materials are thousands of yuan - but no matter who they are, they have never touched the pot of soup in front of them.

After all, the ingredients of this pot of soup are too precious and too dangerous, although they are not as precious and powerful as the soup stewed by the monk in Eastern mythology that no one has ever eaten, but the degree of cherishment is not far from the same - after all, this is a pot of soup stewed by the Dark Lord himself...

Well, freshly baked, even if it has been done several times all over the world, it is just such a raw material, and the heat is definitely not the type of oriental monk who has been walking for a long time and is uncomfortable and then caught by monsters and mixed with bathwater, but something that has been simmered for a long time.

There is a little deviation, as the main ingredient of the soup, Tom Riddle soaked it, but the unscientific but very magical thing is that the more he cooked, the more energetic he became, and even completely recovered all his injuries, and jumped out of the pot naked.

Oh, spicy eyes...

Unfortunately, Harry didn't mean to turn his head, he used his wand to offer flowers directly to the birth of the pervert - a pale pink beam of light flew out of Harry's wand again, directly in the direction of Voldemort.

Therefore, Alan couldn't follow Harry's gaze and look at the spicy-eyed picture over there.

The pale pink pillar of light refracted an extremely magnificent light in the air, and the power was as powerful as ever, however, it was still such an attack, but at this moment, it was easily blocked by a pale silver shield summoned by Voldemort who snatched Barty Jr.'s wand.

The thick beam of light hit the shield as if it had hit a bottomless pit, leaving no trace and vanished, and behind the shield Voldemort stared at Harry with two scarlet eyes staring at Harry without blinking, and his mouth was full of mocking smiles.

"Is that all there is to it, Potter?"

Voldemort's voice was extremely soft, but the contempt was palpable even through Harry's vision.

"I thought you'd surprise me more, um-" Voldemort paused slightly, and the wand from Barty Jr. pulled out a flower, and a light blue spell struck Harry, forcing Harry to roll over and roll to the side of the stone to avoid the attack, but even so, the aftermath of Voldemort's spell still made Harry's pink shield shake violently.

At this time, Voldemort's second half of the sentence with sneers and mockery rang out: "Well, just for our reunion after thirteen years?"

Harry threw out a casual attack, which was easily blocked, and Voldemort sneered, completely oblivious to the fact that he hadn't even put his robes on.

"Still, I thank you, Potter - although your mother let me escape thirteen years ago, your blood has given me strength again thirteen years later, hasn't it?" Harry felt the magic from the star in his body burn rapidly, and began to drain at several times the rate before.

A glittering ball of light was fired and struck directly at Voldemort - still blocked, but the shield gave off an overwhelming sound.

Voldemort's expression began to twist, more and more like a snake.

"Very well, Potter, you have given me quite a surprise, even if this power is obtained from the precious magic items passed down from your family, but it still gives me a lot of satisfaction—but now I have more important things to do, so you can just watch over there, Barty, come here-"

As he spoke, Voldemort kept that mocking smile on his face as he slammed several powerful spells at Harry.

This forced Harry, who had originally planned to rely on outbursts to fight, had to use all his strength on defense and dodge - compared to his life-saving ability, Harry lacked the spells to attack, and Allen couldn't find any spells of mass destruction on his side, and Harry, although he had been taken to Black's library by Sirius, had no way to share those spells with Alan to learn them - purebloods were strict guards of their own treasures, and it was impossible to share them with the outside world.

The successive spells forced Harry to rely on his protective skills and dexterity to dodge, while Voldemort watched with a smile on his face as little Barty approached with a respectful look.

"Raise your arm, Barty, we need to summon our family. ”

"But, master, they are all traitors who betrayed you in the most dangerous time!" Barty looked up in a rare force, his tone full of puzzlement - except for those who were imprisoned in Azkaban, the rest of them were traitors in his eyes, and his attitude towards those traitors was evident from the fact that he had no pressure to turn Malfoy into a ferret and threaten Malfoy's father.

"Not really, Barty," Voldemort said with a rare modicum of patience - the three Death Eaters were his most loyal team at the moment, and they were treated favorably at this time.

However, his tone suddenly reversed after that, and the pale fingers that had been stretched out quickly retracted, "Damn!

Just when Voldemort spoke, starting from the pale and thin hand, the cracks of blood that could be seen slowly extending from the tips of the fingers, and then quickly stretched upwards, and it didn't take long for the cracks to spread all over the body, and a trace of blood slowly walked out from the cracks all over the body, slowly but steadily, and gradually weaved a blood-colored web.

With the oozing of blood, the power of the spell that had firmly pressed Harry quickly weakened, so that Harry was no longer tired of hiding, and could even carry out effective attacks.

The jumble of spells emanated from Harry's hands, gradually attacking Voldemort and the three Death Eaters, and while Voldemort gradually lost his combat effectiveness, the remaining three Death Eaters were extremely difficult to resist in the face of Harry's outburst.

"Let's leave, and when I've completely tinkered with that ritual, we'll come back!" Voldemort's forcible support blocked a wave of powerful attacks, pulling the three Death Eaters and glancing at Harry with hatred, before apparitioning and leaving.

Gone ...

Alan looked confused at the moment, he hadn't judged the location yet, and he was still waiting for the quick backup!

Just then, Professor Snape stumbled in, "Found it, the portkey's target point is Azkaban!"

In this regard, Alan silently raised his head and laughed softly...