Chapter 351: Tom, Are You Ready to Die Again?

"This snake ...... Seems interesting, huh? ”

Looking at the giant snake that was constantly winding in front of him, Su Zimo couldn't help but smile, a hint of playfulness flashed in his eyes, looking at Voldemort's somewhat frightened eyes, and said faintly: "Although the symbol of Slytherin is the snake, and Salazar Slytherin himself also likes to raise snakes, but ......"

"Split one's soul into the body of a living creature, and it is still a snake...... Tom, your taste is beyond my imagination. ”

"You!"

Hearing your own secret and being revealed by someone will not be excited, it is impossible.

If his eyes can kill, how Voldemort at this moment wants to tear the person in front of him with the appearance of Harry Potter to pieces little by little, and then torture his soul fiercely.

But at the moment he is just a baby in swaddling clothes, and he needs help to even move.

If you don't have a worm's tail, you won't even be able to take a step.

"Calm down...... Be sure to be calm. ”

Secretly admonishing himself like this, Voldemort couldn't help but turn his head and look at the worm's tail on the side.

At the moment, the worm's tail was busy scratching at the bottom of the crucible.

Suddenly, a crackling flame burst out from under the crucible, and the serpent seemed to sense some danger and swam into the darkness.

At this moment, a palm suddenly grabbed the big snake.

"No, you can't!"

In Voldemort's angry voice, the palm of the hand only used a little force, and a palm-sized snake gall appeared in front of everyone.

"Not bad."

Swallowing the blue snake gall in his hand, Su Zimo smiled lightly, looked at Voldemort's gaze that seemed to eat people, and quipped, "Do you want to have some, Tom?" ”

Without waiting for the latter to answer, he said to himself.

"That's right...... Snake meat is a good thing, this snake seems to have been raised by you for so many years, I believe that if you cook it, it will taste very good. ”

As he spoke, he shook the giant snake in his hand.

As soon as the palm of his hand was flipped, a palm-sized silver-plated knife appeared in Su Zimo's hand, and the latter peeled the snake, cramped, bled it, and chopped it into dozens of pieces under Voldemort's angry eyes, each of which was about the same length.

Then, he saw that Su Zimo really took out a large cauldron from his body and patiently cooked the snake meat.

At the same time, the worm tail over there is also constantly busy.

The liquid in the cauldron seemed to heat up very quickly, and the surface not only began to boil, but also burst out of sparks, as if burning, the vapor became thicker and thicker, and the figure of the tail of the insect watching the flame became blurred.

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

"Quick...... Right now! ”

Seeing this scene, Voldemort didn't care about Su Zimo on the side, and urged towards the worm tail.

The latter hurriedly stepped forward, trembling and unswaking the swaddling clothes, picking up the thin baby's body and placing it in the crucible, which sank with a hissing sound. The limp body seemed to melt as soon as it touched the bottom of the crucible.

"It seems that this temporary body is really made by some special means." Seeing this scene, Su Zimo couldn't help but nod and said.

Wormtail was talking, his voice trembling, as if he was frightened and delirious, he raised his wand, closed his eyes, and said to the night sky: "Father's bones, unintentionally donated, can give your son a second life!" ”

As the words fell, the grave at the feet of the two cracked.

Su Zimo found that a small wisp of dust rose into the air at the call of the worm's tail and gently fell into the crucible, the diamond-like liquid surface cracked, hissed, sparks splashed, and the liquid turned into a bright red blue, which was poisonous at a glance.

Wormtail whimpered, and he pulled a long, thin, silver-glittering dagger from his cloak.

His voice suddenly turned into a sobbing of extreme fear: "Servant...... of the meat...... Self...... Voluntary donation allows ...... Your master...... Rebirth. ”

He held out his right hand...... It's the hand that loses one finger, and then grabs the dagger tightly with your left hand and swings it towards your right hand.

Suddenly, Su Zimo heard a scream that pierced the night sky.

Wormtail's painful gasp was heard, followed by a disgusting thud, and something was thrown into the cauldron...... All of a sudden, the potion turned fiery red.

Wormtail gasped and groaned in pain, moaned in pain for a moment, then pulled out a small glass vial from his pocket and poured a large drop of blood into the pot.

"The blood of the enemy...... Forced to conquer ...... You will ...... Resurrect your opponent ......"

The liquid kept changing, and finally turned an empty white.

Wormtail finished his task, kneeling beside the cauldron, crooked, and slumped on the ground, holding his bleeding severed arm to gasp and sob.

The crucible is about to boil......

Diamond-like sparks splattered outwards in all directions, so bright and dazzling that everything around them turned a black velvety color.

Suddenly, the spark on the crucible went out. A white vapor rose from the cauldron, covering everything around it, leaving only a white expanse of water vapor.

Through the white mist in front of him, Su Zimo saw a man's black figure slowly rising from the crucible, tall and thin, like a skeleton.

"Dress me."

The 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 crucible and stared at Su Zimo with his eyes......

Su Zimo could swear that this was the ugliest face he had ever seen in his life, paler than a skeleton, with two big red eyes, a nose as flat as a snake's nose, and two thin nostrils......

Voldemort, resurrected!

Voldemort took his eyes off Su Zimo and began to examine his body.

His hands were like big pale spiders, and his long, slender pale fingers caressed his chest, arms, and face.

The red eyes were brighter in the darkness, and the pupils were two slits, like the eyes of a cat, and he raised his hands and moved his fingers, his expression ecstatic, ignoring the tail of the worm that fell to the ground and bleed and twitched.

Suddenly, I saw Voldemort take out a magic wand from his body and point at Su Zimo.

"Avada suo!"

However, as soon as this spell flew out, a light purple talisman suddenly appeared between the two of them, blocking the blow.

"Golden Armor!"

"So...... Tom, are you ready to die again? ”

Facing Voldemort's angry eyes, Su Zimo couldn't help but smile, and unceremoniously waved his palm, and a simple peachwood sword appeared in the palm.

"Since you're about to leave, let's leave you with a lesson that you will never forget!"

(End of chapter)