Today is a good day!

In the Gryffindor Tower, everyone was celebrating and partying, except Harry.

Harry, who had just drunk a lot of mead, lay down on the couch for a nap, but as soon as he arrived, his scar burned and hurt.

In an instant, it reached the point of that splitting headache.

Immediately, the scene in front of him turned, and Snape's eerie, expressionless old face appeared in his field of vision.

A few students on the side carefully avoided Snape, but not many people in this noisy common room took Snape's appearance seriously, after all, this was the Gryffindor common room, and the little lions might buy Professor Sprout's account, or listen to Professor Flitwick, but they didn't really have any face for Snape...

"Wait..."

Harry was about to say something when he saw Snape's big hand grab him by the collar and pull him as he strode outside.

"Come with me, don't talk much." Snape grim.

"I'm sorry, Professor, I have a bit of a headache... Hiss—" Harry gasped in pain as he touched the scar on his forehead.

"It hurts... That's right. Snape grimaced as he dragged Harry to one of his potions storage rooms, and with a wave of his wand, several vines tied Harry to a chair.

"Please, can you tell me what's going on?" Harry looked at Snape, who had pulled out his knife with a terrifying face.

"The Dark Lord is coming back to life, and needs your blood," Snape said succinctly.

Harry frowned as he thought about Snape's words, his slightly tipsy head not quite understanding what Snape meant: "emmm... Egger? ”

Go to Iger in Nima...

"Wait—" Harry suddenly realized something, and looked up at Snape, his mind shaken for a moment.

Iger had told him that Snape would not hurt him under any circumstances.

But Snape was a Death Eater.

And Voldemort wanted to kill himself.

emmm…

Isn't he going to settle the hatred and let me make peace with Voldemort hand in hand?

No, it can't be...

"Wait, you said the mystery man... "Harry's scar burned and hurt, and the drunkenness on his body disappeared with the pain, "No! What are you doing? You don't want to come here... Ahh

Snape approached Harry with a knife, looked at Harry's cheek and smiled, as if he had thought of something, Snape hesitated, thought about it, and took the knife and slashed Harry's arm.

For a split second, Harry felt as if he had been sent to the meat grinder, and the scorching pain from the scar on his forehead made Harry almost faint.

Two seconds later, Snape sneered as he looked at Harry, who rolled his eyes in pain.

Even though he was nice to Harley, that didn't stop him from hating Harry.

The two are not in conflict...

"That's a lot," Snape snorted, put the blood in a small vial, and turned to leave.

Harry leaned back in his chair with his mouth dry, his eyes staring directly at Snape's departing back, and he took a deep breath, and his palms suddenly opened as he was tied behind the chair.

With a whoosh, a slender wand leaped out of Harry's robes and landed in his hand.

The wand in his hand shook slightly, and the vines tied to his body scattered in all directions.

Taking a deep breath and holding back the pain in his forehead, Harry stumbled in the direction of the Headmaster's office.

"You didn't bring Harry with you?" Iger looked at Snape curiously.

"He'll come along." Snape said nonchalantly.

"Alright, let's get started," Iger shrugged.

Dumbledore nodded, and took a glimmering oil lamp from his robes.

"Ahh I'll see, you're finally going to resurrect me, aren't you? In the soul lamp, Voldemort's weak voice sounded, and at this time, he had no strength to refuse, and he was naturally happy to hear about this kind of thing.

"Shut up, you talk a lot of bullshit..."Egg took the lamp and opened the lid to pour the ghost in the lamp into the cauldron.

Snape strode over to the huge cauldron, took out his wand and flicked it gently: "Father's bones, unintentionally donated, can regenerate your son!" ”

With a pop, the small leg bone fragment on the table fell into the pan under Snape's manipulation.

The potion that was as crystal clear as a diamond burst open at this moment, and the cauldron hissed and sparks flew everywhere, and the potion in the crucible also turned a conspicuous blue at this moment, just like Beauxbatons' school uniform.

"The flesh of a servant... Voluntary dedication... can make your master come back to life! ”

Iger walked over to Professor McGonagall and slapped little Barty with a crisp and loud snap.

Little Batibulen sat up straight from his chair and looked at Iger in front of him with a horrified expression.

"Are you willing to give your ** to resurrect your master?" Egg gestured to the cauldron behind him.

Little Barty glared at the cauldron behind Egg, and then laughed wickedly, "Resurrection? Of course I do, haha... When my master is resurrected, will you still think that you will survive? ”

"Don't make so many shows!" Egg swiped casually, poof, little Barty's left arm fell into the crucible, stopped little Barty from bleeding and knocked him unconscious, Iger stuffed it into the box again, in case the resurrection failed, it can be used again next time...

Immediately after, Snape took out the small bottle, and for a moment, everyone in the room sat up straight, watching Snape's hand move intently.

"The blood of your enemies, compelled to give it, may make your enemies... Resurrection. Snape poured the potion into the cauldron.

Bright red blood fell into the cauldron, and at the same time, Harry, who was stumbling towards the headmaster's office in the distance, stumbled and fell down the hallway.

At this moment, it was not only Harry who made a move, but also Egg, who was waiting on the sidelines, holding a large pig bone in his hand!

Fearing that the resurrection plan would die halfway, Egger did not recklessly throw it into the pot just now.

But now, at the same time that Harry's blood fell into the pot, Egg threw out the pig bone in his hand, along with some messy animal bones and blood...

At the same time, a white mist that had just risen above the crucible suddenly boiled violently after Egg threw the pair of messy things, and the originally white mist became a chaotic color.

The mess looked dirty.

Then, slowly rising from the crucible, the figure of a man, tall and thin, but with a pig's nose.

No, not only does he have a pig's nose, he also has chicken feathers, a cow's tail, and basically all the dishes that students eat are found in him...

The only trait that Iger could find in him was ...... That looks very strong bald.

Voldemort is resurrected...

"I can probably imagine how the despicable Helbo felt when he created the basilisk, and it was a real sense of accomplishment..."Egg muttered softly as the Slytherin on the wall rolled his eyes.

Are you sure it's a sense of accomplishment and not some kind of bad taste?

"No !!!"

As soon as he was resurrected, Voldemort's hysterical screams rang out in the headmaster's room...