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The shadow spoke, his voice trembling, as if he had lost his nerves with fright. He raised his wand, closed his eyes, and said to the night sky, "Father's bones, unintentionally donated, can regenerate your son!" ”

The tomb not far away cracked, and a small wisp of dust rose into the air at the black-robed man's call, and fell gently into the crucible. The diamond-like surface of the liquid cracked, hissed, sparks flew everywhere, and the liquid turned a vivid blue, which was clear to be poisonous at first glance.

The black-robed man whimpered.

He drew a long, thin, silver dagger from his cloak. His voice suddenly turned into a tremor of extreme fear: "Servant...... of the meat...... Self...... Voluntary donation allows ...... Your master...... Rebirth. ”

He stretched out his right hand, then grabbed the dagger tightly with his left hand and swung it towards his right hand.

Harry realized what the black-robed man was up to at the last second, and he closed his eyes tightly, but he couldn't stop the screams that pierced the night sky and stabbed straight into Harry's body, as if he had been stabbed with a dagger. He heard something land, the black-robed man's painful gasps, followed by a disgusting thud as something was thrown into the cauldron. Harry didn't want to look at it...... But the potion turned fiery red, and a bright light shot into Harry's closed eyes......

The black-robed man gasped and groaned in pain.

"Feud—the blood of the enemy...... Forced to give ...... can make your enemies ...... Resurrection. ”

The black-robed man held the flesh cut from Harry's body in his hand, blood streaming down his palm. The liquid in the crucible immediately turned a dazzling white.

The black-robed man finished his task, knelt beside the crucible, and collapsed on the ground, holding his bleeding severed arm gasping and sobbing.

The tongs were about to boil, and the diamond-like sparks flew out in all directions, so bright and dazzling that everything around them turned into a black velvety color.

Let's hope it's drowned, Harry thought, hopefully it won't work......

Suddenly, the spark on the crucible went out. A puff of white vapor rose from the cauldron.

Then, a man's black figure slowly rose from the crucible, tall and thin, like a skeleton.

"Dress me." The cold, shrill voice said behind the vapor. The black-robed man 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 eyes fixed on Harry...... Harry saw the faces that had been in his nightmares for three years, paler than skeletons, with two large red eyes, a nose as flat as a snake's, and two thin slits in the nostrils......

Voldemort is resurrected.

……

Voldemort took his eyes off Harry and looked at Duten twice.

Unlike Harry's horror, Duten had been calm, looking at Voldemort opposite with an indifferent expression, without the slightest fear or fear.

Voldemort stared at him for a few moments, then withdrew his gaze and began to examine his own 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, his expression ecstatic, ignoring the black-robed man who fell to the ground bleeding and convulsing, and ignored the big snake. It swam back at some point, hissing around Harry. Voldemort slipped his surprisingly long finger into a deep pocket and pulled out a wand.

He stroked his wand lightly, then raised it and pointed it at the black-robed man, lifted him from the ground, and threw him onto a bare tombstone. He also ran and fell beside the tombstone, where he collapsed and cried. 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......" the black-robed man said in a choked voice, "Master...... You promised...... ...... you promised"

"Stretch out your arms." Voldemort said lazily.

"Oh, master...... Thank you, host......

He held out his bloody severed arm, but Voldemort sneered again, "Not this one. ”

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

Voldemort bent down, grabbed the black-robed man's left arm, and put his sleeve on top of his elbow. There was something on the skin, what appeared to be a bright red tattoo - a skeleton spat out of its mouth a snake, the same image that appeared in the Quidditch World Cup: the Dark Mark mark. Voldemort scrutinized it, ignoring the black-robed man's uncontrollable sobs.

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

He pressed his long, pale index finger to the black-robed man's arm.

The scar on Harry's forehead hurt again, and he couldn't help but cried out in pain. The black-robed man also let out a wail, and his body trembled violently. Voldemort removed his finger from the black-robed man's mark, which visibly turned a pitch-black color.

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?" ”

He began pacing back and forth in front of the black-robed man and Harry, scanning the cemetery from time to time. After about a minute, his gaze fell on Harry again, his snake face contorted into a cruel smile.

"Harry Potter, and you, I know you, Duten, the best student at Hogwarts in the last hundred years, you know, you are standing in my family's graveyard." He hissed softly, "My father, he's a Muggle and...... Just like your mother, Potter. But they're all useful, aren't they? When you were young, your mother died protecting you...... I killed my father, you see, how useful he came in after his death......"

Voldemort laughed again. He paced back and forth, glancing around, the snake still scurrying around the grass.

"See that house on the hillside, Potter? My father lived there. My mother, a wizard, lived in this village and fell in love with him. But when she revealed herself, he abandoned her...... My father didn't like magic......

"He left her and went back to his Muggle parents, before I was born, Potter. My mother died in childbirth when she gave birth to me, and I grew up in a Muggle orphanage...... But I vowed to find him...... I took revenge on him, the man who gave me the same name as his...... Tom Riddle......"

He continued pacing, his red eyes scanning back and forth from grave to grave.

"Listen to me, listen to me remember my ......family history," he whispered, "ah, I'm a little sad...... But look, Harry! My real family is back......"

The air was suddenly filled with the rustling of cloaks. 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 same goes for the Death Eaters behind him, each of whom crawls to Voldemort's side on their knees, kisses his robes, then steps aside, stands up, and silently forms a circle, enclosing Tom Riddle's grave, Duten, Harry, Voldemort, and the black-robed man slumped on the ground sobbing and convulsing. 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? ”

He lifted his hideous face, opened his two slit-like nostrils and sniffed.

"I smell guilt," he said, "and there is a stench of guilt in the air." ”

The circle shuddered again, and it seemed that everyone wanted to step back, but did not dare to move.

"I see you, healthy and magical—so fast! I asked myself...... Why don't these sorcerers come to help their masters, to help those who have sworn allegiance to them forever? ”

No one spoke, no one dared to move. Only the black-robed man fell to the ground, holding his bleeding arm and sobbing.

"I replied to myself," Voldemort whispered, "that they must have believed that I was not going to do it, and that I was finished." They slipped back into the midst of my enemies, saying they were innocent, unaware, and under witchcraft...... I asked myself, but why did they believe I wouldn't make a comeback? Didn't they know that I had taken measures to prevent death a long time ago? Didn't they witness me prove my magic countless times when I was stronger than any wizard? I replied to myself that perhaps they believed that there was a greater force that could defeat Voldemort...... Perhaps they are now loyal to others...... Maybe it's the leader of the Lower Ribas, the protector of the Mudblood and Muggles, Albus Dumbledore? ”

Hearing Dumbledore's name, the members of the circle stirred, and some people muttered and shook their heads. Voldemort ignored him.

"It disappoints me...... I admit I was disappointed......"

One of the people in the circle suddenly fell to the ground, and he was prostrate at Voldemort's feet, trembling from head to toe.

"Master!" He screamed, "Master, forgive me! Forgive us! ”

Voldemort sneered and raised his wand.

"Drill the heart and cut the bones!"

The Death Eater who fell to the ground writhed and screamed in pain.

Voldemort raised his wand. The tortured Death Eaters lay flat on the ground, panting.

"Get up, Avery," Voldemort whispered, "stand up. You ask me for forgiveness? I will not forgive. I won't forget either. Thirteen long years...... I want you to pay off your debt for thirteen years, and then I will forgive you. Wormtail has already paid off some debts, isn't it, Wormtail? ”

The black-robed man's turban fell, and sure enough, it was the tail of a worm.

He had previously been taken away by the Ministry of Magic, and was supposedly imprisoned in Azkaban. But I don't know how he escaped and appeared here.

"But you helped me get my body," Voldemort said indifferently as he watched Wormtail sobbing on the ground, "and though you are a despicable traitor, you helped me...... Voldemort will not treat those who have helped him......"

Voldemort raised his wand again and danced in the air, drawing a band of light on its head like molten silver, which at first had no shape, then twisted into a glittering human hand, as bright as moonlight. It flew down on its own, resting on the bleeding wrist of the worm's tail.

Wormtail suddenly stopped sobbing, and his breathing was heavy and harsh. He looked up at the silver hand in disbelief. It fits seamlessly into his arm, as if he were wearing a dazzling glove. He tried to bend his glittering fingers, and with a trembling hand picked up a twig from the ground and crumpled it into powder.

"My master," he whispered, "master...... It's so beautiful...... Thank you...... Thank you ......"

He crawled over on his knees and kissed Voldemort's robes.

"I hope your loyalty doesn't waver again, Wormtail." Voldemort said.

"No, my master...... Never, my host ......"

Wormtail stood up and joined the circle, with tears on his face, looking at his powerful novice repeatedly.

He walked over to the largest gap and looked at it with hollow red eyes, as if someone were standing there.

"There are six Death Eaters missing here...... Three died for me, and one didn't have the guts to come back...... He's going to pay the price. The other, I think, is leaving me forever...... Of course he will be put to death...... There is one who is still my most loyal servant, who has returned to my service. ”

There was a small commotion among the Death Eaters, and Harry saw the masked men secretly exchanging glances.

"He's at Hogwarts, my loyal servant, and thanks to his efforts, our little ones are here tonight......"

A circle of eyes flashed at Harry.

"Yes," Voldemort's lipsless mouth twisted into a smile, "Harry Potter is here for my regeneration party." We might even call him my special guest. As for the other one, it was a pure windfall, but I was satisfied, to be able to destroy the most gifted student in Hogwarts' history, just thinking about it makes me feel so comfortable all over me—"

Voldemort bobbed his head back and forth, his eerie face full of intoxication. (To be continued.) )