In the clearing, only gasps and moans of pain remained, lingering and echoing in midair. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Evan opened his eyes and watched it all quietly, he was almost done, only one last step away......

The man staggered over to them, blood already staining his black robes red.

He ignored it, letting the blood splatter, the last hints of madness flashing across his face.

"The blood of the enemy is forced to be sacrificed, and your enemy can be brought back to life!" he said coldly, almost with all his might.

Harry struggled desperately to break free from the ropes that bound him.

He saw through his eyes that the silver dagger was vibrating in the man's lone hand in front of him, and he stabbed at him.

Harry couldn't move, he could only watch the other man's movements.

The next second, he felt the tip of the dagger pierce into the crook of his arm, and in the pain of his heart, blood trickling down the torn sleeve of his robe.

The man, still wheezing in pain, shuddered and pulled a small glass bottle out of his pocket and placed it next to Harry's wound.

A small amount of blood spilled into the bottle, and he staggered over to the cauldron with Harry's blood and poured it in.

The liquid in the crucible immediately turned a dazzling white, viscous white liquid with a fishy smell.

The man finished his task, and fell to his knees beside the crucible, his body crooked, and he collapsed on the ground, holding his bleeding severed arm and gasping for breath.

Beside him, the cauldron boiled violently, and the diamond-like sparks flew out in all directions, so bright and dazzling.

"It worked!" Evan stared at the stone cauldron as Voldemort used Harry's blood to revive him.

Harry's mother's blood curse will act on both of them, protecting Harry and becoming incredibly powerful!

Suddenly, all the sparks on the crucible went out.

A puff of white vapor rose from the cauldron and merged with the surrounding mist, obscuring everything.

The senses are obscured and useless, and the mystery of uneasiness grows stronger, and it is a creepy feeling.

Through the thick white mist, they saw the black figure of a man slowly rising from the crucible.

He was tall and thin, like a skeleton, with pale and eerie skin.

"Dress me!" the cold, shrill voice said from behind the steam.

The man who fell to the ground and groaned hurriedly got up, still protecting his stump arm.

He scrambled to grab the black robe from the ground, stood up, and put one hand over his master's head.

The thin man stepped out of the cauldron and put on his clothes, his red eyes staring at Harry.

Harry saw the faces that had been in his nightmares for three years, paler than skeletons, with two large red eyes, a nose as flat as a snake's, and two thin slits in the nostrils......

Voldemort was resurrected!!

Voldemort took his eyes off Harry, not looking at Evan beside him, and instead began to examine his body.

His hands were like big pale spiders, and his long, slender pale fingers caressed his body, inch by inch......

Thighs, chest, arms, face, his movements are slow, delicate and gentle.

The red eyes were brighter in the dark, and the pupils were two slits, like a cat's eyes.

After slowly touching his entire face, he raised his hands and moved his fingers with an ecstatic expression.

Voldemort was basking in the joy of his new body, and after many years, he finally got his wish and returned to the wizarding world, ignoring the man who fell to the ground bleeding and convulsing, and ignored Aven, Harry, and the serpent.

It swam back at some point, hissing around Evan and Harry.

The atmosphere was eerie and quiet, and the time seemed to be incredibly long.

Evan knew it was time to leave, the purpose of the trip had been accomplished, and there was no need for Voldemort to kill Harry here.

There was a lot of things that weren't ready yet, and he had no interest in staying for Voldemort's resurrection party.

The portkey that Keresis had given him was in his bosom, and he had activated it when he first arrived.

There is still some time before they can get out of here.

If something unexpected happens during this time, you can use what Dumbledore gave you......

Finally, Voldemort checked his new body and looked quite satisfied.

He slipped his surprisingly long fingers into a deep pocket and pulled out a wand.

He stroked his wand lightly, then raised it high in the air and let out a cold, high-pitched sinister laugh.

"I'm back!" he whispered, "how many people still remember me!"

Voldemort shook his wand, and the Dark Mark appeared abruptly in the air, a snake spitting out of the green skull's mouth.

It loomed in mid-air, becoming more and more apparent, rising higher and higher, and Voldemort scrutinized it.

"They'll all notice it, and now, we'll see, we'll know......" Voldemort grimaced with a cruel look on his face.

He straightened up, raised his head, and scanned the desolate clearing.

"How many people would have the guts to come back after feeling it?" he muttered, "and how many would be stupid not to come?"

He began pacing back and forth in front of Evan and Harry, scanning the clearing from time to time.

As for the man who fell to the ground and moaned, he didn't even look at it, as if the other party was a useless trash.

The man had stopped the bleeding for himself with a special method, but he was still weak and in a near-death state.

The vampire who had taken refuge with Voldemort didn't seem to expect his new master to be so ruthless, and he pleaded feebly.

Evan stared coldly at it all, counting the time, one hand gripping Harry tightly.

Suddenly, Voldemort pointed his wand at the stall on the ground, and they flew high up and down in front of Evan and Harry.

It was his father's ashes, one of the necessities of his resurrection, which has now completely lost its usefulness.

Voldemort's gaze fell on Harry again, his snake face contorted into a cruel smile.

"Harry Potter, we're meeting again!"

He hissed softly, "These bones, he once belonged to my father, he was a Muggle and a fool, just like your own mother." But they're all useful, aren't they? When you were younger, your mother died protecting you, and I killed my father. You see, how useful he came in after his death......"

Voldemort laughed again, pacing back and forth, scanning the snake around the meadow.

"My mother was a wizard, she fell in love with him, she fell in love with that Muggle, but when she said who she was, he abandoned her, my father didn't like magic!" Voldemort whispered, "Like all stupid Muggles, he left her and went back to his Muggle parents, before I was born." ”