Wormtail gasped and groaned in pain: "Hatred—blood of the enemy...... Forced to give ...... can make your enemies ...... Resurrection. ”

Harry Potter felt the tip of the dagger stab into the crook of his arm, blood running down the torn sleeves of his robe. Still wheezing in pain, Wormtail shuddered and pulled a small glass vial out of his pocket and placed it next to Harry's wound, a small amount of blood pouring into the bottle.

He staggered over to the cauldron with Harry's blood and poured it in. The liquid in the crucible immediately turned a dazzling 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.

Seeing this scene, Wu Qizhe had to admire Voldemort's methods of training his subordinates, Barty Crouch Jr., and Wormtail were all loyal to Voldemort.

The cauldron was about to boil, and the diamond-like sparks splattered outwards in all directions, so bright and dazzling that everything around them turned into a black velvety color.

Suddenly, the spark on the crucible went out. A stream of white vapor rose from the cauldron, and then, through the white mist in front of him, the black figure of a man, tall and thin, resembled a skeleton.

Krum trembled, is this the Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort? Before the other party looked at him, he already felt that he was surrounded by fear, I don't know if he was lucky, he is now at least a member of Voldemort, and his life is worry-free, looking at Harry Potter, he sighed, buddy, you can only consider yourself unlucky, I can't help you.

"Dress me." Voldemort's cold, shrill voice said behind the vapor. Wormtail sobbed and groaned, still protecting his stump arm, and hurriedly grabbed 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, his face paler than a skeleton, his two large eyes were red, his nose was as flat as a snake's, and his nostrils were two thin slits......

Voldemort was completely resurrected, not only the perfect recovery of his physical body, but also the peak of his magic.

Voldemort looked away from Harry and began to examine his body. His hands were like large pale spiders, and his long, slender pale fingers caressed his chest, arms, and face; The red eyes were brighter in the dark, and the pupils were two slits, like a cat's eyes. He raised his hands and moved his fingers with a delighted expression.

He didn't know how long he had waited and how much hardship he had paid for today's resurrection, but today, it was all worth it, because he came back, and he came back with a perfect body again.

At some point, a huge snake swam over, hissing from its mouth, and circled around Harry Potter.

Voldemort slipped his surprisingly long fingers into a deep pocket and pulled out a wand. He stroked his wand as well, then raised it to the tail of the worm and lifted him off the ground and threw him onto the tombstone where Harry was tied. Wormtail fell to the tombstone, where he collapsed and wept. Voldemort turned his bright red eyes to Harry and let out a cold, shrill smirk.

The robe wrapped around the severed arm of the worm's tail was soaked in blood.

"Master......" Wormtail choked, "Master...... You promised...... ...... you promised"

"Stretch out your arms." Voldemort said lazily.

"Oh, master...... Thank you, master......" Wormtail looked delighted, thinking that Voldemort was going to restore his severed arm for him.

He stretched out his bloody severed arm, but Voldemort sneered again, "It's not this one, Wormtail." ”

"Please, master...... I beg you ......"

Voldemort bent down, pulled Wormtail's left arm, and pulled his sleeve up to his elbow. Harry saw something on the skin, what appeared to be a bright red tattoo - a skeleton spitting out a snake from its mouth, the same one that had been seen in the Quidditch World Cup: the Dark Mark mark. Voldemort scrutinized it, ignoring the uncontrollable sobs of the wormtail.

"It's back," he whispered, "and they'll all notice it...... Now, they'll see...... They will know ......"

He pressed his long, pale index finger to the arm of the worm's tail. The mark on the Worm's tail arm turned dark black.

Voldemort had a cruel smug look on his face. He straightened up, tilted his head, and scanned the dark graveyard.

"How many people have the guts to come back after feeling it?" He muttered, glowing red eyes staring at the stars in the sky, "And how many people would be stupid not to come?" ”

The dark clouds in the sky gradually appeared with the mark of the Dark Lord.

Soon, the air was suddenly filled with the sound of cloaked soldiers. Between the graves, behind the cedar trees, there were sorcerer's apparitions in every dark place. They were all hooded and had their faces covered. One by one, they came over...... Walk very slowly, cautiously, as if you can't believe your eyes.

Voldemort stood there in silence waiting.

A Death Eater fell to his knees, crawled up to Voldemort, and kissed the hem of his black robe.

"The host...... Master......" he called in a low voice.

The other Death Eaters were the same, each kneeling up to Voldemort, kissing his robes, then stepping aside, standing up, and silently forming a circle around Tom Riddle's grave, Harry, Voldemort, and the sobbing and twitching Wormtail in the middle. But there are still some gaps in the circle, as if waiting for others to join. Voldemort, however, no longer seemed to expect someone to come. He looked around at the hooded faces, and although there was no wind, there seemed to be a slight rustle in the circle, as if the circle was shivering.

"Welcome, Death Eaters," Voldemort said calmly, "thirteen years...... It's been thirteen years since we last assembled. But you still answer my call as you did yesterday...... That is, we are still united under the mark of the Dark Devil! Is it? ”

There was a slight commotion among the people surrounding Voldemort, but they were careful not to show it.

The pale moonlight illuminated the entire cemetery, and Wu Qizhe hid behind the tombstone, he hid his breath, restrained his magic, and watched vigilantly as Voldemort re-educated his men in places that no one noticed.

Voldemort made some punishments on the spot, showing his majesty and at the same time, he also continued the broken arm of the worm's tail. Then I didn't forget to give a little relief to the new Viktor Krum.

Krum was already frightened, and he could only bow his head more in front of Voldemort, hoping that his humble performance could win the favor of the other party.

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