Little Hangton Village.

When Harry Potter woke up, he found himself tied to a tombstone, with a terrible pain in his right wrist and bones as if broken.

He looked around, and found himself in a steep valley, looking very desolate, and among the tangled trees he could see an old house, which was very dilapidated, with moss-covered walls, scattered tiles on the roof, dense nettles growing around it, thick old dirt on those narrow windows, and a dead snake nailed to the door, which looked as if it had not been inhabited for decades.

Not far from the tombstone stood a large cauldron, which seemed to be filled with water, and he could hear the "grunt" of the water boiling, and a short, stocky, bald man standing in front of the cauldron, constantly adding something to the pot.

"Who are you? Where is this? Harry Potter asked aloud, struggling hard, but feeling the rope tighten and tighten, almost leaving him breathless.

"Dear little Harry, you're awake." Peter Pettigrew let out a creepy smile and approached him, looking at him as if he were examining his prey. "It's great to be able to witness this epoch-making scene with your own eyes."

"Who are you and where is this?" Harry Potter was so uncomfortable with him that he asked again.

"I'm your father's best friend---- Peter Pettigrew!" Pettigrew chuckled.

"Peter Pettigrew? Aren't you dead? Killed by Sirius Black...... By the way, what about Sirius Black? Harry Potter recalls the scene before he lost consciousness.

"Sirius Black, you've killed him, have you forgotten?" Peter Pettigrew said.

"Yes, I'll kill him!" Harry Potter remembered what happened before, and muttered, "Father, mother, I have avenged you......"

"Revenge? No, it wasn't Sirius Black who betrayed your parents, it was me, Peter Pettigrew! Peter Pettigrew smirked. Sirius Black is just the unlucky guy I blamed. ”

"It can't be!"

Harry Potter screamed in disbelief, unable to accept the fact and almost breaking down.

"Your eyes tell me that you have believed, stop lying to yourself and accept this reality." Peter Pettigrew watched Harry Potter collapse, with an indescribable pleasure, his fat face trembled, and he continued to destroy Harry Potter's nerves with words. "Sirius Black is such a poor fellow, he is the most faithful friend of your parents, he escaped from Azkaban to avenge your parents, but unfortunately he never expected to die at the hands of his godson......"

"Shut up, don't say any more!"

Harry Potter struggled hard, like a mad cow, causing the stele to shake and rumble.

"Hey, hey, dear little Harry, how does it feel to kill someone, especially to kill your dear godfather, isn't it particularly exciting. Oh, I forgot to tell you that Rubeus Hagrid made you kill that stupid guy too......" Peter Pettigrew admired the way Harry Potter broke down, and the more he suffered, the more excited Peter Pettigrew became.

"Stop talking nonsense, you idiot! Now, let's get started! A deep voice rang out in the valley, cold and emotionless.

When this voice sounded, Harry Potter's forehead began to burn, as if someone had imprinted a red-hot soldering iron on the door of his head, sending out a heart-piercing pain.

It was the most intense of the time, and he had never felt such pain.

"Yes, my master." Peter Pettigrew changed his appearance in an instant, his eyebrows lowered, and he was as well-behaved as a pug, humble to the dust.

He drew his wand and waved it lightly.

A bone placed next to the tombstone flew up and slowly floated above the cauldron.

"Father's bones, unintentionally donated ......" a deep voice echoed through the valley.

The bones fall into the boiling cauldron, making the liquid in the pot boil more violently.

"The Servant's Flesh Is Offered Voluntarily ......"

Peter Pettigrew came to the cauldron and cut off his palms and threw them into the potion.

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

Peter Pettigrew came up to Harry Potter again and slashed his arm with a dagger, dripping blood into the cauldron.

The liquid medicine in the cauldron suddenly gushed out, flowing out like a fountain, and extinguished the bonfire.

“…… The great Dark Lord will be reborn! ”

After the incantation was recited, the cauldron exploded with a bang, and a cloud of black smoke appeared in midair. The smoke slowly changed, and finally condensed into a tall figure.

The figure became clearer and clearer, and finally turned into reality, becoming a real, flesh-and-blood person.

This man was none other than Lord Voldemort.

The Dark Lord has come back to life!!

"Master." Peter Pettigrew humbly approached Voldemort and saluted respectfully.

"Where's my wand, Wormtail." Voldemort quickly adjusted to his body and looked at Peter Pettigrew.

Peter hurriedly presented Voldemort's wand.

Voldemort took his wand and ignored him and walked towards Harry Potter instead.

"Come on, let me see, isn't this the famous Harry Potter, the boy who never died, the great savior? How did it become the way it is? Voldemort waved his wand, and the rope tied to Harry Potter turned to powder and disappeared.

Harry Potter "plopped" and fell to the ground, motionless, like a living dead, his expression numb, and his grief was greater than his heart was dead.

"Stand up, stand up and duel me! Get out your wand and duel with me! Voldemort screamed nervously, and with a finger of his wand, Harry Potter's body immediately stood up.

But he was like he had no bones, and his body was limp like a lump of mud.

"Drill the heart and cut the bones!"

Voldemort uttered the spell aloud, and a blue wand of lightning extended upwards and struck Harry Potter.

Harry Potter twitched violently, trembling like a dying little beast, with a series of unintentional moans coming out of his throat.

"It's so disappointing to be knocked down by reality so easily."

Voldemort stopped his spell and then waved his wand, and Harry Potter flew several feet away as if he had been hit by a truck, hitting the tombstone of old Riddle and knocking it down.

"Stick your arms out." That's when he turned back to Peter Pettigrew.

"Thank you, my master." Peter Pettigrew shuddered and stretched out his severed arm.

"The other one, Wormtail."

Voldemort said indifferently, brutally grabbing his other arm, and pointing his wand on the Dark Mark on the inside of his arm, injecting magic power to activate the Black Mark of Darkness.

At this moment, all the Death Eaters sensed the change in the Dark Lord's mark, and they knew that the Dark Lord had risen again!

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