"A father's bones, unintentionally donated, can give your son a second life!"

"The flesh of a servant, voluntarily donated, will give your master a new life!"

"The blood of your enemies, forced to be donated, can resurrect your enemies!"

In the dark cemetery, a diminutive man chanted a spell loudly, and a mournful voice echoed in the night sky. Harry watched in despair as the Wormtail that had grabbed himself put his own blood, one of his arms, and a small wisp of ashes from the graveyard into a boiling cauldron, and then put the ugly, hairless, scaly baby inside.

"Drown it," Harry prayed inwardly, "please...... Drown it...... "Obviously just a few minutes ago, he had just picked up the trophy of the Triwizard Tournament and was ready to celebrate his victory, why was he sent here in the blink of an eye. Although it was the first time he had seen the ugly baby, the feeling in his soul told Harry what it was, or who it was.

"Please...... Drown it......" Harry pleaded again in his heart.

Unfortunately, with a puff of white smoke, he saw a black silhouette rise from the crucible, tall and thin, with a face paler than a skull, large black-red eyes, and a nose as flat as a snake's nose - Voldemort, who was resurrected.

Harry closed his eyes in despair, knowing exactly what was waiting for him.

Ignoring Harry, Voldemort began to examine his body.

His hands were like large, pale spiders; His long, white fingers gently caressed his chest. arms and face; The red eyes with their cracked pupils, like cat's eyes, shone brighter in the dark. He raised his hand and stretched his fingers with a preoccupied and pleasant expression. Then the unnaturally looking fingers slipped into a deep pocket and pulled out a wand. He gently caressed the wand as well, then raised it and aimed it at Harry, letting out a high-pitched, cold, unintelligible laugh.

"No, no! - Harry roared in despair, as if his courage against Voldemort had vanished.

But instead of killing him, Voldemort lazily said to Wormtail, "Stretch out your arm." ”

"Ahh With a miserable scream, the worm's tail clutched his only remaining arm, and the emblem of a skull on it was red.

"It's back," Voldemort whispered, "and they must have noticed...... Now we'll see...... Now we'll know ......"

"How many people will dare to come back when they feel my resurrection?" He muttered, his shining red eyes staring at the stars. "And how many people would be stupid enough to leave?"

He began pacing around, and Harry and Wintel kept scanning the tomb. After about a minute, he looked down at Harry again, his serpentine face distorted by a cruel smile.

"Harry Potter, you are standing on the remains of my dead father," he said softly, "a complete fool,...... Just like your dear mother. But they all have their own uses, right? Your mother died trying to protect your little child...... And I killed my dad and saw him prove in death how useful he was......"

"Do you see that house on the hill? My dad used to live there. My mom ・・・・・・ him but abandoned her, he didn't like magic, my dad ......"

After a few more minutes, Voldemort finally stopped talking to himself, "Listen to me, listen to me relive my family's past......," he said quietly, "Hey, I've become so sentimental...... Harry, look, my real family is home......"

Suddenly, the cloak swished. Between the graves, behind the trees, in every shadow, a group of Death Eaters appeared. They were all wearing turbans and masks, and one by one they walked forward, slowly, carefully, as if they couldn't even believe their own eyes. Voldemort stood silently, waiting for them, and one of the Death Eaters ran down, crawling towards Fourmmort and kissing the frills of his black robes.

"Welcome, Death Eaters," Voldemort said quietly, "the last time we met was thirteen years ago, but you answered my call as if it were yesterday...... Now, we're reunited under the black mark, aren't we? ”

"Of course, before I punish you for all these years of treachery," all the Death Eaters began to tremble, "let's welcome a few of our friends first!" ”

The Death Eaters looked at Harry, who was tied to the tombstone, while Voldemort's gaze looked in the other direction.

'Papa' crisp applause echoed throughout the cemetery, and Mo Wen's figure suddenly emerged from the air, "It's worthy of the Dark Lord, I have just been resurrected and has such strength, I am still somewhat confident in my magic!" ”

Looking up and down Voldemort's body, Mo Wen exclaimed, "It's really amazing magic, it's so easy to go from death to life!" ”

As if satisfied with Mo Wen's words, Voldemort narrowed his eyes and introduced to his Death Eaters: "This is our new friend, the little genius of the Guris family, I was able to resurrect thanks to him and another loyal Death Eater, yes, it is the contributions of these two people that have made-"

"Guris, you traitor!" Harry's shouting interrupted Voldemort's words, "I knew you weren't a good thing!" ”

Mo Wen shrugged, "Harry, you'd better be honest, or you'll suffer." ”

"You damn bastard! Uhhh

There was a lot of discussion among the Death Eaters, and a figure suddenly stepped forward and said, "Master, Guris may not believe it, but they were—"

"Alright, Lucius!" Voldemort said lazily, "You have put aside the feud with the Guris family for the time being, I believe him!" ”

"But—"

"Or maybe you're questioning the great Dark Lord!" Voldemort's icy gaze swept towards Lucius.

"Don't dare, my great master!" Lucius took a step back, wearing a mask, unable to see his expression clearly, but looking at his hands clenched into fists, it was probably not so calm.

"Alright, now let's deal with Harry's little friend." Voldemort's gaze turned to Harry, "Now let him go, Wormtail, and give him back his wand." ”