"I want to kill you" The handsome blond guy is none other than Lockhart, who now calls himself Riddle in front of Harry. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He was completely out of the sunny appearance of the woman's friend, full of gloom.

It's like a villain in a movie world.

He took a few steps around Harry, who was being escorted by several black-clad wizards.

Stopping in front of Harry, his grass-blue eyes reflecting Harry's emerald green pupils, Lockhart reached out his right hand and pinched Harry's chin, the nails of his hands sinking deep into the flesh.

In a few moments, several crimson marks appeared on Harry's young neck.

At this moment, a sharp and pungent rancid smell came out of Lockhart's place where he was holding Harry's neck, and green smoke rose from Lockhart's palm, and a thick green and foul-smelling water continued to flow out of it.

In a trance, Harry found this scene familiar.

"I want to kill you very much." Lockhart's expression was frenzied, as if he were enchanted, ignoring the blisters and thick water on his palms.

Such an expression would be a big disappointment if it was seen by his fans, especially female fans.

If he really does, he will care.

"But then you have to break the protective spell that the woman has cast on you."

Lockhart grabbed Harry's hair, threatening to tear it to shreds.

Lockhart's body once again emitted puffs of green smoke when it touched any part of Harry's body.

"You see, if you can't do it, it's going to be like this... It hurts. Lockhart flipped his hands, and the rotting image of thick water mixed with bright red flesh was revealed to Harry.

Harry's stomach churned at the smell of the rancid stench that was so close that he wanted to vomit but couldn't.

"That spell!" Lockhart raised a decibel as he said this, glancing at Harry with contempt.

"It takes life as a sacrifice to be released... Ancient, powerful spells.

I should have known that her husband was also one of the ancient families, and the family that was rumored to have the Three Hallows of Death. ”

The Potters are rumored to possess one of the Three Hallows of Death, the Cloak of Invisibility.

The cloak of invisibility that claims to be able to hide even the Grim Reaper's life.

"I didn't expect that there were really such stupid people in the world, willing to sacrifice their lives to be released. Guard? Love? What a ridiculous word..."

Lockhart laughed as he spoke, and the black-clothed people around him also laughed with him very cooperatively.

"She could have escaped from me, and the two of them did it before, and they died to save you...

But now... I'm still alive, and you're going to die.

Killed by me again, I'd love to know now... Will a second person come back to save you? ”

Lockhart's wand pressed lightly against Harry's chin, as if trying to poke a hole in him.

But Lockhart wouldn't do it, or he wouldn't.

Harry's guardian charm made him deeply jealous, and he dared to protect it, as long as he killed Harry now. Before he could kill Harry, he himself would have been killed by the Patron Charm.

Just like it was more than a decade ago.

No matter how sluggish Harry was, no matter how slow his reaction was, it would be time for him to wake up. The guardian charm on his body, touching his hand, is exactly the same as the person who performed it in front of him a year ago.

Harry's eyes had already turned red, and he didn't know if it was because of anger at someone, or because of the sadness of remembering his parents.

"She's not stupid, it's you who is stupid! Voldemort! ”

Harry's hoarse voice roared, he already knew the true identity of the man in front of him.

"Doesn't it seem like you're as stupid as you think?" Riddle said mockingly. "But what if you know?"

"Like a pig to the slaughter... Tremble, pray to me. Maybe I'll consider sparing your life..."

"Lie to you, I won't be like that idiot in the body."

"Okay, I've had enough. Are you ready for what I want? The ceremony is ready to begin! I can't wait..."

Riddle said to the men in black around him, and immediately several men in black began to surround him, each holding something strange in his hands.

If you look closely, there is a bone that belongs to a human.

"Father's bones, unwittingly requested," Lockhart's magnetic voice sounded.

As soon as he finished speaking, a man in black put the bone in his hand into the huge crucible that was placed outside the house.

There was a series of gurgling sounds from the cauldron.

"Servant's flesh and blood, willing to give" As soon as the words fell, a female voice with a crazy shriek sounded.

A man in black picked up a sharp dagger and slashed at his arm.

With a thud, when Harry looked at the other man again, the shoulder on one side was empty.

He actually cut off one of his own hands.

Riddle gave a rare smile of satisfaction, "Good job, Bella..."

"I'm willing to give everything I have for you," the high-pitched, slightly nervous female voice came from the black-clothed voice with a broken arm.

Bellatrix Lestrange's Death Eaters, who were supposed to be imprisoned in Azkaban, are now here.

Maniac, madman! Harry watched with trepidation as he watched what was happening in front of him.

Harry's mind couldn't understand why there were such crazy people in the world.

The ritual continued, uninterrupted by the conversation between the two and Harry's unease.

"The blood of the enemy, forced to give."

The other man in black on the side of "Poo" took out a dagger that shimmered with cold light and walked towards Harry step by step.

"What are you going to do?" Harry was just a kid after all, and he reflexively closed his eyes in front of him.

Who knew that the other party just scratched his hand, revealing a small wound and receiving a little blood.

Green smoke drifted out of the cauldron as Harry's blood poured into the cauldron.

Riddle said excitedly.

"It's finally done."

Riddle scooped up a spoonful of the green, viscous liquid with a soup spoon, and poured it into his mouth without waiting for the smell, sucking greedily until the last drop.

The moment the green liquid poured into Riddle's mouth, Harry felt the world spin for a while.

It's as if something is broken in my heart and body...

The Guardian Spell is broken.

The ritual that Riddle performed was actually the ritual of Voldemort's rebirth in the original books, but its purpose was not only to resurrect him, but also to break the protective spell on Harry's body.

"Now—" Riddle took a deep breath of fresh air from the mountains and forests, and streams of magic continued to emerge all over his body, and he hadn't felt so good in a long time.

I became a whole me again.

The original diary Riddle officially became the real Voldemort at this moment.

"I'm Voldemort back... No one, no one can stop me anymore. (To be continued.) )