"Don't look there, Miss Dracul. Silver stopped Fleur from looking to the left, "Don't be distracted, they're probably trying to attack us." ”

"Your suspicions are too serious. The cold, sharp voice said, "I had a little bit of an idea to kill this young lady who wasn't in my plans, but now that you don't even have a wand, if I want to kill, do you think she can stop it?"

"Why not? You can't even get back to your normal form now, Mr. Voldemort. Silver put his hand into his bosom and half-bent over, as if in a salute.

"I really appreciate you, Silver, even though you've caused me a lot of trouble before. ”

As the tall man walked in, Fleur realized that the sound was coming from the thing he was holding.

"Crabbe, take this cloth away, I'm going to talk to Silver face to face. ”

The tall man trembled and opened the burden in his bosom, revealing a slimy, eyeless and ugly thing - no, more terrible than that, a hundred times more terrible. Crabbe was holding something that looked like a curled up baby, but Silver had never seen anything 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 were thin and limp, and its face—no living child has such a face—was a flattened serpent's face with a pair of sparkling red eyes.

The thing looked completely incapable of taking care of itself, and it raised its thin arm around Crabbe's neck. Crabbe held it in his hands, a look of disgust in his eyes.

"Look at me now, Silver, my enemies hate me, my subordinates fear me, even I hate my disgusting appearance, it's all that great savior. Harry Potter gave it to me. ”

The disgusting baby monster slapped its paw on Crabbe's face disapprovingly, "Even you fear me, don't you, Crabbe." ”

Crabbe looked terrified.

"Hehe, you stupid big guy, if it weren't for what you did that annoyed Lucius, I'm afraid that you would have fled to Lucius's Peacock Manor and happily discussed with those traitors how to deal with me. ”

"No, no, master. Crabbe trembled and said,

"There is no need to deny it. Crabbe, I don't care why you're loyal to me, after all, I'm alone right now, and I don't have any talent under my hands, and I heard that your son is as old as Lucius's son?"

"Yes, yes host. ”

"That's good, I'll make him the first Death Eater of the new generation, and let him kill Lucius's son with his own hands, you say, okay. Crabbe. ”

Crabbe didn't know whether to nod or shake his head at this point.

"Look, Silver, I only have such stupid servants now, so though my only right-hand man sent Harry Potter here in a matter of days. I don't have enough materials to complete my resurrection ritual either, Wormtail, don't hide behind me, get out of here! The ceremony can begin. ”

Fleur clenched Silver's hand tighter and tighter, and what happened in front of her was beyond her imagination.

A skinny man in a cloak dragged Harry Potter from the cemetery on the left, Wormtail. The effects of the Polyjuice potion seemed to have worn off, and Harry Potter appeared delirious, moaning unconsciously and unresponsive to Silver's presence.

Wormtail tied Harry Potter to a large tombstone, and pushed a huge stone cauldron underneath the tombstone, which seemed to be filled with water—Silver heard the sound of splashing. The cauldron was larger than all the crucibles Silver had ever used, and could accommodate an adult to sit in.

"You are honored, Silver, that you and your girlfriend will witness the ritual of the resurrection of the greatest wizard of all time, the mighty who defeated death. Voldemort's high-pitched voice was filled with excitement and pride.

The liquid in the crucible seemed to heat up quickly. Not only did the surface begin to boil, but sparks erupted, as if it were burning. The steam was getting thicker and thicker, and the figure of the insect tail watching the fire became blurred. Silver heard Voldemort's sharp and cold voice again.

"Quick!"

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

"Burn it, master. Wormtail said.

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

Crabbe walked over to the cauldron and carefully placed Voldemort inside, and with a hissing sound it sank. Silver heard the soft sound of its limp body touching the bottom of the cauldron.

Wormtail was talking, his voice trembling, as if he had lost his nerves. He raised his wand, closed his eyes, and said to the night sky, "Father's bones, unintentionally donated, can regenerate your son!"

The tomb cracked, and a wisp of dust rose into the air at the beckoning of the worm's tail, falling 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.

The worm's tail is whimpering. He drew a long, thin, silver dagger from his cloak. His voice suddenly turned into a sobbing of utter fear: "The flesh of the servant may be reborn by giving it of his own free will. ”

He stretched out his right hand, the one that had lost a finger, and then grabbed the dagger tightly with his left hand and swung it towards his right.

Wormtail's gasp of pain, followed by a disgusting thud, and the severed hand was thrown into the cauldron. Fleur screamed and closed her glasses...... The potion turned fiery red.

"The blood of the enemy...... Forced to give ...... can make your enemies ...... Resurrection. ”

Wormtail sliced the unconscious Harry's finger with a dagger, took a small amount of blood, and placed it inside the crucible, and the liquid inside the crucible instantly turned silvery white. Wormtail finished his task and fell to his knees beside the cauldron, leaning and slumping on the ground, holding his bleeding severed arm wheezing and sobbing.

The crucible was about to boil, and the diamond-like sparks flew outwards in all directions, so bright and dazzling that every qiē around them turned into a black velvety color. (To be continued......)