Roger stood silently behind Bellatrix, quickly and silently pulling out a silvery white liquid from his suitcase.

He quietly unfolded the puddle in his hand and draped it over his body, and immediately, Roger's small body disappeared, hidden in the night.

The last time I went back to school, I didn't go back in vain, mainly to 'borrow' this good thing from Harry.

Roger in his cloak of invisibility stretched his wand through the crack and poked it at Bellatrix, who fell to her knees, and the madwoman collapsed to the ground unconscious.

The boy bent down and lifted his cloak, enveloping her in with him. After knocking Bellatrix unconscious, Roger glanced at the cauldron where the sparks had begun to fade out, and quickly took out the flask he had brought with him from his coat pocket and took a sip of the compound potion.

White steam rose from the cauldron, obscuring everything in front of the boy, so that he could not see the cauldron and Professor Snape, but only a white expanse of steam.

Roger knew that this was a sign of Voldemort's imminent success, and immediately held a flask in his mouth, held Pandora in one hand and dragged Bellatrix's foot and neck in the other, and quickly retreated with the invisibility cloak on his head.

It was only then that Roger let go of the madwoman and the suitcase, and his wand swept over him, and the clothes that had been somewhat ill-fitting immediately became even more ill-fitting after the transformation...

Kindness... He hadn't practiced the trick of changing clothes yet, after all, if the fight was a little more intense, his clothes would often become strips of rags. And there are always some side effects when you play a lot of wild ball boxing.

But Roger couldn't care about his state of clothing anymore, because through the white mist in front of him, he could already see a black man figure slowly rising from the crucible, tall and thin, like a skeleton.

Roger immediately pulled out of his cloak of invisibility and silently trotted towards the cauldron, during which he broke off his left hand and threw it into the shadows where the fire could not shine, while his wand quickly swept across the ground, hastily covering up the inconspicuous blood streak left by the madwoman.

"Dress me. When that cold, shrill voice sounded behind the steam, Roger arrived just in time, and as soon as he heard this, he quickly entered the acting state.

"Yes, my master!" said the boy in a choked tone of agitation, and quickly grabbed the blanket that had accompanied him all the way from the ground, and draped it over Voldemort's body with one hand, not paying the slightest attention to the bleeding arm.

'Not the slightest' didn't care about some exaggeration, Roger still put some of his energy into his wounds, after all, he had to control a little bit, so as not to heal too quickly and reveal his identity.

Voldemort stepped out of the cauldron, and without seeing him move, the blanket on his body turned into a black robe, and his scarlet eyes glanced at Harry, who was tied to the tombstone, and quickly looked away and began to examine his body.

After the resurrection, Voldemort's hands were like big pale spiders, and his long, slender pale fingers caressed his chest, arms, and face, and his red eyes were brighter in the dark, and his pupils were two slits, like cat's eyes. He raised his hands and moved his fingers, his expression ecstatic, ignoring Snape standing still on the side and Roger, whose broken arm was still bleeding outward.

Voldemort put his surprisingly long fingers into a deep pocket, as if to pull out his wand, but the touch of the emptiness reminded him that his wand was long out of his grasp.

"Roger Collins—" Voldemort's eyes flashed with a cold glow, and he chewed on the name in his mouth. But in front of the two men, he didn't want to talk too much about the humiliating capture of the subject.

His grim eyes swept over Bellatrix, who was delighted but respectfully waiting to be called, and fixed his gaze on Snape, who stood with his head hanging through the cauldron.

It seems that the recast body of the resurrection magic has made the intelligence reduction buff brought by the Elixir of Joy ineffective, and his series of actions no longer have that feeling of two-bar.

"I remember before the resurrection I told you to wake Harry Potter up. I want him to witness Lord Voldemort's resurrection. Voldemort whispered. But Snape shook uncontrollably, fell to the ground and hurriedly explained: "Master, I ......"

"I think it's because I was too focused on controlling the heat to take care of it..."Voldemort directly interrupted Snape's words, and nodded as if he didn't care much about it, "It's understandable." ”

"Thank you, thank you, master," Snape said busily.

"But a mistake is a mistake," Voldemort continued, looking at the nervous expressions of his followers, "Let me think... Severus, I see no reason for you to hold a wand anymore. ”

"Master?" Snape looked up, his face full of consternation, as if Voldemort had just announced that he was going to lend him an arm.

"Severus, your wand. I want your wand. ”

"I ......" Snape's hand clenched tightly in his wand, then stood up and respectfully lowered his wand into Voldemort's outstretched hand.

Voldemort raised his wand in front of his red eyes and examined it carefully.

"What is it for?" he asked.

"Birch's, hosts. Snape whispered.

"Where's the rod?"

"Dragon's nerves. ”

"Good. Voldemort said. He placed his wand flat on the palm of his hand, as if looking for a touch.

After a few seconds, Voldemort said lazily, "Arm out, Severus." ”

Snape paused, lifted his left arm, and reached down to roll his sleeve up to his elbow. The exposed skin has a bright red tattoo on it, and a skeleton spits out a snake from its mouth... Mark of the Dark Magic.

Voldemort looked at it carefully and whispered, "It's back, they'll all notice its... Right away, we'll see... You'll know..."

As he spoke, he pressed his long, pale index finger to the tattoo on Snape's arm.

Snape couldn't help but let out a muffled grunt. When Voldemort removed his finger from the mark on his arm, the mark could be seen to turn pitch black with the help of the firelight.

Voldemort had a cruel smug look on his face. He straightened up, tilted his head, and scanned the dark graveyard.

"How many people would have the guts to come back after feeling it?" he muttered, glowing red eyes staring at the stars in the sky, "and how many would be stupid not to come?"

He began pacing back and forth in the clearing between Roger, Snape, and Harry, scanning the cemetery from time to time. After about a minute, his eyes fell on Roger, who was holding back the 'pain' on the side. Voldemort's serpent face contorted, revealing a cruel smile: "Bella, my faithful servant, how can I ignore you? Voldemort will not treat those who have helped him..."

As he spoke, Voldemort raised his wand and danced in the air, drawing a band of light on the wand like molten silver, which at first had no shape, and then twisted into a glittering human hand, as bright as moonlight. It flew down on its own, resting on Roger's wrist, which was still bleeding outward, as he was struggling to control.

The trembling of Roger's body, which he had tried so hard to control, disappeared, his breathing was heavy and piercing, and he looked at the silver hand in disbelief. It was seamlessly attached to his arm, as if it were just 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," the boy whispered, "it's so beautiful, thank you, thank you..."

And as he spoke, he leaned over at Voldemort, as if he could not express his desire to get close to his master in words, but he did not dare to get too close to the power of the resurrected Voldemort.

"I hope your loyalty will remain in the future. Voldemort said.

"Bellatrix will always be loyal to his master! will die for his master!" Roger shouted his loyalty, and the air was suddenly filled with the sound of a fart-like 'poof' and the sound of a cloak of pawns.

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 walked slowly, cautiously, as if they couldn't believe their eyes. Voldemort fell silent, and stood there waiting. A Death Eater fell to his knees, crawled up to Voldemort, and kissed the hem of his black robe.

"The hosts... Master—" he whispered.

The same was true of the Death Eaters behind him, each of whom crawled to Voldemort's side on their knees, kissed his robes, and then stepped aside, stood up, and silently formed a circle around Roger, Snape, the tombstone with Harry tied to him, and Voldemort in the middle.

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 Dark Mark!, right?"

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

"But I smell guilt," he said, "and there's 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 healthy, and the magic is coming as quickly as ever! I asked myself... Why don't these sorcerers come to help their masters, to help those who have sworn eternal allegiance?"

No one spoke, no one dared to move. Only Roger turned into Bellatrix, as if he had been given a new toy, playing with the silver palm with joy.

"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, claiming to be innocent, unaware, and governed by terrifying magic..."

"I asked myself, but why did they believe that I wouldn't come back? Didn't they know that I had taken measures to prevent death a long time ago? Didn't they have seen me prove my potential 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... Maybe they're counting on someone to defeat me, the great Lord Voldemort? is it the leader of the Lower Ribas, the protector of the Mudblood and Muggles, Albus Dunbley?"

Hearing the names of Dumbledore and Harry, the members of the circle were in a commotion, some people muttered and shook their heads, and Roger let out an extremely loud laugh.

Voldemort didn't react, and continued, "Or is it the famous 'boy who never died', Harry Potter?"

The Death Eaters were silent.

Voldemort dismissed him: "This 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 cried, "Master, forgive me!

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, and I won't forgive. I won't forget. Thirteen long years... I want you to pay off your debt for thirteen years, and then I will forgive you. Of course, Snape and Bella are still my most loyal servants, and they have returned to my service, which will reward them beyond their dreams. Bella already got a part, didn't she?"

Roger immediately flaunted and raised his glowing palm to show it triumphantly to the Death Eaters.

"Thanks to the efforts of the two of them, I was able to resurrect and our little friend will come here tonight..."

A circle of eyes turned to Harry, who was still unconscious.

"Yes," Voldemort's lipsless mouth curled into a smile, "Harry Potter is here for my regeneration party." I thought we might as well call him my special guest. ”

He walked forward slowly, turned to Harry, and waved his wand lightly.

Harry suddenly woke up with a start, but then he felt like he couldn't understand what was happening in front of him... It's like a second ago, on the way to the last trip to Hogsmeade Village before the holidays, when he opened his eyes again after dark, he saw a three bald men without a nose standing in front of him and laughing.