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But it didn't work at all, his hands and feet were tied, and he had completely lost the ability to move.

His body trembled uncontrollably, and the man in the cloak began to reach out and grope for him.

Rapid and slight breathing could be heard coming from inside the hood, and Harry continued to resist as the man hit him.

Unease and insult were a mixture, and Harry whined at no idea what he was talking about.

Evan hurriedly hugged him from behind, telling him to calm down and not struggle to resist, it didn't make sense at all.

They can't do anything now but wait in peace for Voldemort's return......

The other party was busy checking whether the rope was tightly tied, and after making sure that Harry was already tied so tightly that he couldn't move, he glanced at Aven along the rope, and hesitated for a moment, he probably thought that Aven was just a little girl who was scared silly, and would not hinder the next magic, so he ignored him.

He left the two men still in the grass, and then, without saying a word, hurried away.

Behind Harry, Aven looked up forcefully, and through the thick mist, he saw a stone cauldron in front of them.

Voldemort was under the cauldron, inside the baby-like baggage, restless, ready to move.

Harry watched it as well, fear and despair creeping through his body.

His scar ached fiercely again, and he suddenly realized that he didn't want to see what was in the baggage, and he didn't want that baggage to open......

Something terrible is about to happen, and he suddenly realizes that he and Gabrielle may be going to die here.

Like Cedric who just died, and then the corpse was taken for experiments by evil vampires......

In the next second, Aven heard a sound at his feet, and when he looked down, he saw a large snake swimming in the grass.

It slid towards the two of them, spitting out the letter, staring at Evan and Harry as if it couldn't resist swallowing them.

There was a hissing sound from inside the baggage, and the serpent stepped back some distance, unwillingly circling around them.

The man in the cloak began to pour water into the cauldron, and the sound of splashing could be heard.

The stone cauldron was large, larger than any other crucible Evan had ever seen, large enough for an adult to sit in.

The things in the baggage on the ground moved more vigorously, as if they were about to break free.

Suddenly, crackling green flames burst from under the cauldron, and evil leaped through the flames.

The liquid in the crucible seemed to heat up quickly, and the surface not only began to boil, but also burst into sparks, as if it were burning.

The vapor grew thicker, the fog around them thickened, and the figures of the men watching the flames became blurred.

The burden moved even more urgently, and they heard Voldemort's sharp, cold voice again.

"Quick!"

Now the entire surface of the water is sparkling, as if it is adorned with diamonds.

"It's burned, master!" the man's voice trembled uncontrollably, as if he was also terrified.

"Now......" said the grim voice.

He ripped the burden off the ground, revealing what's inside.

In front of Aven, Harry let out another exclamation, but was smothered by something in his mouth.

Evan stared ahead in a daze, unable to take his eyes off it......

The baggage was opened, as if a stone had been jerked open, revealing a slimy, eyeless ugly thing.

No, it's more terrible than that, a hundred times scary!

Voldemort now resembles a curled up baby, but nothing more like a baby.

It had no hair, and its body seemed to have scales, and its skin was dark and red, like wounded tender flesh.

Its arms and legs are thin and soft, and its face is ......

No living child had such a face, a flat snake face with a pair of sparkling red eyes.

It looked completely incapable of taking care of itself, and it raised its thin arms around the neck of the man in front of it.

At this moment, the egg on the man's head fell, and the pale and weak face could be seen with panic and uneasiness, and a hint of madness, he was glorifying Voldemort's resurrection, an evil magic that would go down in history!

He carried Voldemort to the edge of the cauldron, and the splash of water on the potion's surface lit up the evil face.

Then, Voldemort was put into the cauldron, and with a hissing sound, it sank.

Even from a distance, he could still hear the soft sound of his limp body touching the bottom of the crucible.

"Here we go!" muttered Aven, clutching his wand tightly in his hand.

Harry was also praying incessantly to let it drown.

The scar on his forehead burns so much that it's almost unbearable, please, let it drown......

The man began to speak, his deep voice trembling, as if he had been deranged from fright.

He raised his wand, closed his eyes, and shouted, "Father's bones, unintentionally donated, can give your son a second life!"

Inside the burden on the ground, a small wisp of dust rose into the air in response to his call and fell gently into the cauldron.

The diamond-like surface of the liquid cracked, hissed, sparks flew everywhere, and the liquid turned a bright red blue, which at first glance was poisonous.

Evan had asked Lupin and Sirius to find Voldemort's father's grave, but long before that, the contents had been taken by Voldemort's men, leaving only a destroyed tombstone. When Voldemort encountered vampires in the forests of Albania, he was already planning this plan.

In front of the crucible, the man's body shook violently with the flames, and he paused for a moment.

Then, he drew a long, thin, silver-glittering dagger from his cloak, his voice twisted in a tremble.

"The flesh of a servant is donated voluntarily to give your master a new life!"

He stretched out his right hand, then grabbed the dagger tightly with his left hand and swung it towards his right hand.

Both Evan and Harry subconsciously closed their eyes, and in the midst of screams and gasps of pain, they heard a disgusting thud, the dagger fell to the ground, and then, something was thrown into the cauldron, it was the man's arm, flesh and blood blurred.

Evan had seen similar descriptions in countless books of the Dark Arts, but never expected to see them with his own eyes.

This is the most evil and terrifying ritual beyond the ordinary sense of evil magic.

Harry was gasping for pain as he strained the thin air into his lungs.

The dagger that the man swung down was as if it had stabbed him.

In the cauldron, the potion turned fiery red, and a bright light shone into their closed eyes......