I saw a flash of knife light, and Harry Potter's eyes were instantly dyed red with blood.

"Ahh

Because of his wrist, the "Muggle" dressed as a forest ranger in front of him made a big cut.

The blood began to flow uncontrollably from the wound on his wrist.

"Damn it......" Harry struggled in vain, for the wound reminded him of a scene from more than two years ago.

Two years later, he was two years older, but Harry's situation was as helpless as it was then. Or rather, more helpless than at the beginning.

"The host...... If we continue like this, Potter may bleed to death!" Severus Snape on the side suddenly said, "Although I would love to see him die, if he dies early, it will have some impact on our future plans; ”

"Yes, you're right, Severus. Voldemort nodded.

"Ahh

Because one of Voldemort's hands suddenly pressed hard against his wound...... The slam made Harry feel like he was going to die.

Although on an objective level, this method of "physical hemostasis" has also succeeded in making Harry's blood loss not as much as before.

Regaining some consciousness, he took his gaze away from the Muggle Ranger and looked around.

The Death Eater, Aiden, was wheezing and gasping when he rushed over.

In his hand was a large stone cauldron filled with liquid.

"Over to you, Severus!" Voldemort said with a smile. It seemed to him that abusing Harry Potter and watching Harry look pained was more important than preparing the liquid in that cauldron.

Harry looked straight at Snape.

If the eyes could kill people, he must have killed Snape countless times at this time.

But he couldn't do anything.

He could only watch as Snape scratched the base of the cauldron with his wand and added something strange to the cauldron.

As he watched, Snape finished the reagent in the crucible.

Harry was no stranger to that kind of thing...... It's nothing more than the same potion that Voldemort used to restore his body, just like he did more than two years ago...... It's just that the wizard who dispensed the potion changed from Wormtail to Snape.

A crackling flame burst from under the cauldron, a disgusting stench that filled the air.

Harry barely resisted the urge to vomit, while Voldemort in front of him was sniffing desperately, enjoying the smell.

The liquid in the crucible seemed to heat up quickly. Not only does the surface begin to boil, but it can even spew out sparks, as if it were burning.

The steam was getting thicker, and Snape, who was tending to the flames, was blurred, and of course, it could be that Harry's own consciousness had become blurred from the loss of blood.

"Hurry up!" Voldemort urged with some excitement.

Harry had thought he would have to wait a little longer, but the potion in the cauldron was finished faster than he had expected. After all, Snape's proficiency in making potions was much higher than that of Wormtail.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the entire surface of the water flashed with sparks, as if it were embellished with diamonds.

"Burn it, master. Snape said calmly.

"Great!" Voldemort, dressed as a ranger, raised his blade again.

This time, Harry gritted his teeth to keep himself from screaming in fear from pain.

The wound on the wrist, which had just solidified a little, had now been cut open again, and the wound had been cut even larger......

Countless blood began to flow out of the wound, and out of the cauldron, as if the blood of the whole body was leaving itself.

"Hahaha!" Voldemort's laughter rang in Harry's ears.

"I have to thank you, Potter......" he said with some smugness, "twice in a row! I have relied on your help to make my comeback twice in a row...... The first time you helped me provide the blood of the enemy, and this time, you also helped me to provide my precious soul......"

He glanced at the cauldron that had boiled completely.

"One more thing...... I still need the meat of my faithful servant!" he whispered.

At the same time, his gaze was on the two Death Eaters beside him.

"Sectumsempra!" Severus Snape suddenly raised his wand like lightning.

His target was another Death Eater present.

The poor fellow, before he could react, was struck by Snape's spell and fell in a pool of blood......

Snape strode over, picked up a few pieces of minced meat from the ground, and placed them in the cauldron.

"Now, I think it's done!" he looked up at Voldemort, "my master." ”

"Very good...... Very good...... It's perfect!" Voldemort said hysterically, looking at the green smoke coming out of the cauldron.

Yes, everything, all in place......

Of course, he needs the last part, his own ...... The Dark Lord's own broken soul.

He harnessed the Muggle's body, step by step towards the massive cauldron.

Look at the cloudy liquid in the cauldron......

Then a thud was heard, and the whole of Voldemort jumped into the cauldron.

......

Is it over?

Harry Potter only felt incomparably weak, incomparably powerless, and incomparably painful.

Although he was well aware of his situation, he just wanted to sleep now...... This is a sign of excessive blood loss.

The wound on his wrist continued to bleed.

This time, it looks like Voldemort is going to win!

After all, he was powerless to stop him anymore, he was destined to be killed by him, just wait a moment, when he came out of the cauldron, after recovering his body.

Harry's consciousness was getting weaker, and his eyelids were getting heavier.

Just when he was about to "fall asleep", a cool feeling suddenly came from the wound on his wrist.

What was sprinkled there, or what magic was cast there...... The wound is healing little by little, and the strength in the body is also recovering at a slow pace.

Harry used all his strength to reopen his eyes.

Then, he saw an extremely surprising scene-

Severus Snape was holding his wand, half-kneeling beside Harry, helping him heal the wound in his hand.