Roger hurriedly picked up Voldemort with one hand with a blanket, and shook his other hand behind him covertly, signaling Dumbledore to take advantage of this time to sneak Blake and the real Bellatrix over.

Although it was only Roger who was sent to Riddle House last time by the portkey, don't forget that Riddle House is the old home of Voldemort's father. As early as many years ago, when Voldemort was on the rise, Dumbledore began to investigate and clarify Voldemort's background, so Roger was not worried at all that the old man would teleport with people who didn't know where to go.

So there are five people in this room, except for Voldemort's scum, and Roger also needs to pull a Snape...

After signaling to Principal Deng, the boy grabbed Professor Snape's arm with a bend of his arm, followed by the boy's body and disappeared into the cabin with four men of different sizes.

Dumbledore didn't hesitate, after Roger left, he directly apparitioned to the house arranged for Blake and them, and after helping to bring everything up, the old man quickly disappeared with the two of them.

By the time they reappeared, they had arrived at a house perched on a hillside, from which they could see the village lit up below. Several windows of the house were sealed, the roof tiles were broken, and half of the wall was blasted out of a large hole, which looked like clothes had been abandoned for a long time.

"I still need to rush back. Sirius, you stay here and continue to guard Bellatrix, and send a message to our men to come as fast as they can and ambush around the graveyard below. Dumbledore pointed to the cemetery that he could see over, and said in a hurried tone.

Without even giving Blake a chance to reply, Old Deng turned around and disappeared in front of the house.

Although the intelligence reduction buff of the Elixir of Joy is in existence and has a remarkable effect, Dumbledore still can't help but be a little worried that his long-term disappearance will inevitably attract Voldemort's attention, after all, he is also a big living person, isn't he?

The phantom of Old Deng shifted to the dark overgrown cemetery, and heard Voldemort's bold and abnormal tone: "Quick! I have put all the things I prepared before, go and take them out!"

Seeing that he had been a little late and had not attracted Voldemort's attention at all, Dumbledore relaxed and walked in the direction from which the voice had come from.

It was a tall yew tree, and the dark outline of the Chapel of Time could be seen behind it. Snape was being ordered by Voldemort to push out a massive stone cauldron inside.

"Put it over there," Voldemort commanded, pointing to a towering marble tombstone.

Snape didn't say a word, silently endured this drudgery, docile as a little sheep.

The cauldron chosen by Voldemort for resurrection was ridiculously large enough for Roger to soak in a good bath, and it was indeed filled with an unknown liquid, as the boy heard a splash as Snape moved it with his magic.

After moving the cauldron to the graveyard, Voldemort commanded in a loud voice, "Tie up that immortal Potter kid and wake him up, and I will let him see my resurrection with his own eyes!"

Snape immediately conjured a rope with his magic, and tied Harry, who had fainted on the lawn, tightly to the marble tombstone, and tied it from neck to ankle like a dumpling.

"Ignition!" Voldemort said impatiently.

Snape was summoned to scratch the base of the cauldron with his wand. Suddenly, there was a crackling fire under the cauldron. The liquid in the pan seemed to heat up quickly, and the surface not only began to boil, but also burst out with sparks, as if it was burning.

If it weren't for the fact that the resurrection potion co-author in the original book behaved exactly the same, Roger would have guessed if Snape wanted to cook Voldemort.

The steam grew thicker, and Snape's face, reflected in the flames, began to blur again.

"Hurry!" Voldemort urged urgently in Roger's arms. Now the whole sleep is fanning sparks, as if it is full of diamonds.

"Burn it, master. These were the first words Snape uttered when he came to the graveyard, and there was something more urgent in his tone than Voldemort's.

There is not a single person here who does not want Voldemort to die soon.

"Now, Bella......" Voldemort writhed restlessly, and if he had a little strength, he would have jumped in on his own.

Roger licked his lips, gently put one hand on Comrade Fu's neck, and squeezed it a little harder, but the Dark Lord, who had never been able to react to what had happened, fainted before he could even snort.

Then, as soon as he threw Voldemort to the ground, he shouted at Dumbledore, "Quick, turn me back to the way I was!

Halfway through Roger's shout, Dumbledore had already made a move, Bellatrix's thin cheeks slowly bulging, his long unkempt hair began to retract, and his body shape was changing at the same time.

Within seconds, the boy and his clothes were no longer fitting back to the way they had been when they had rescued Voldemort.

"I'm going to get Bellatrix here, and you can set up the ambush now. Roger said to Dumbledore, and an apparition vanished into the graveyard.

The house in Biridel House was full of broken bricks and tiles, and it was more comfortable in the neglected yard, so Blake sat on the steps of the doorway and stared at the darkness around him, while Bellatrix lay peacefully on the ground at his feet.

Hearing the commotion, he jumped up and raised his wand and asked vigilantly, "Who is it!?"

"It's me," Roger didn't care if he would be attacked by Blake, and walked up to him and asked, "Where's my suitcase?"

"Here," Blake put down his wand, turning back and handing the boy an ornate box from the steps he had just sat on.

"Okay, this woman is mine now, if you want to go back, go back, if you don't want to go back, go and help Dumbledore..."

"Well, wait for me......" Blake looked at the already empty courtyard, put down his outstretched hand speechlessly, and muttered, "I haven't been to that cemetery, I can't apparilate past..."

But the people were gone, and it was useless to talk nonsense, so Blake looked at the fire brought by the boiling potion below, opened and closed his lips a few times, and had to raise his legs and run down. Whether it's for Jaime or Harry, he wants to get involved in destroying Voldemort, and even just watching him die is a relief.

Roger, on the other side, dragged Bellatrix with a box, and the apparition shifted to the chapel where the cauldron had been placed. It is estimated that the Muggle expulsion charm has been cast by Voldemort's former servant when storing the potion, and although the layout inside does not look like it has been abandoned for a long time, it also looks like it has not been cleaned for a while, and the dust is blowing.

The boy drew his wand and pointed at the sleeping Bellatrix, "Wake up!"

Voldemort's number one loyal dog groaned and struggled to open his eyes.

“...... Where am I?" She looked at Roger with a somewhat sloppy look, and then covered her head with a muffled snort: "Hmm, it hurts..."

I slept for half a month this night, can I not have a headache? Roger couldn't help but complain in his heart, but with a rushed expression on his face, he explained: "We have arrived, Mr. Snape has begun the resurrection ritual of the Dark Lord, just waiting for you to wake up." ”

Bellatrix slowed down for a while before he understood what Roger was talking about, and said, still a little sleepy, "Is it? But how do I feel that a long time has passed..."

"You must have been in Azkaban for too long, and your physique can't withstand the impact of the apparition, so you fainted again this time," Roger explained quickly, and his tone couldn't help revealing eagerness: "Mr. Snape has already seen it for you, and said that it is okay and that he will be able to wake up soon, so I have been by your side,"

The boy ripped open the blanket in his arms, revealing the ugly baby Voldemort inside, and then threw it like garbage into a trash can, and the Dark Lord drew a parabola and fell into the crucible filled with the potion.

As Voldemort sank, the potion hissed so faintly that Roger could even hear the soft sound of its body touching the bottom of the cauldron.

.

"Now, Bella......" Voldemort writhed restlessly, and if he had a little strength, he would have jumped in on his own.

Roger licked his lips, gently put one hand on Comrade Fu's neck, and squeezed it a little harder, but the Dark Lord, who had never been able to react to what had happened, fainted before he could even snort.

Then, as soon as he threw Voldemort to the ground, he shouted at Dumbledore, "Quick, turn me back to the way I was!

Halfway through Roger's shout, Dumbledore had already made a move, Bellatrix's thin cheeks slowly bulging, his long unkempt hair began to retract, and his body shape was changing at the same time.

Within seconds, the boy and his clothes were no longer fitting back to the way they had been when they had rescued Voldemort.

"I'm going to get Bellatrix here, and you can set up the ambush now. Roger said to Dumbledore, and an apparition vanished into the graveyard.

The house in Biridel House was full of broken bricks and tiles, and it was more comfortable in the neglected yard, so Blake sat on the steps of the doorway and stared at the darkness around him, while Bellatrix lay peacefully on the ground at his feet.

Hearing the commotion, he jumped up and raised his wand and asked vigilantly, "Who is it!?"

"It's me," Roger didn't care if he would be attacked by Blake, and walked up to him and asked, "Where's my suitcase?"

"Here," Blake put down his wand, turning back and handing the boy an ornate box from the steps he had just sat on.

"Okay, this woman is mine now, if you want to go back, go back, if you don't want to go back, go and help Dumbledore..."

"Well, wait for me......" Blake looked at the already empty courtyard, put down his outstretched hand speechlessly, and muttered, "I haven't been to that cemetery, I can't apparilate past..."

But the people were gone, and it was useless to talk nonsense, so Blake looked at the fire brought by the boiling potion below, opened and closed his lips a few times, and had to raise his legs and run down. Whether it's for Jaime or Harry, he wants to get involved in destroying Voldemort, and even just watching him die is a relief.

Roger, on the other side, dragged Bellatrix with a box, and the apparition shifted to the chapel where the cauldron had been placed. It is estimated that the Muggle expulsion charm has been cast by Voldemort's former servant when storing the potion, and although the layout inside does not look like it has been abandoned for a long time, it also looks like it has not been cleaned for a while, and the dust is blowing.

The boy drew his wand and pointed at the sleeping Bellatrix, "Wake up!"

Voldemort's number one loyal dog groaned and struggled to open his eyes.

“...... Where am I?" She looked at Roger with a somewhat sloppy look, and then covered her head with a muffled snort: "Hmm, it hurts..."

I slept for half a month this night, can I not have a headache? Roger couldn't help but complain in his heart, but with a rushed expression on his face, he explained: "We have arrived, Mr. Snape has begun the resurrection ritual of the Dark Lord, just waiting for you to wake up." ”

Bellatrix slowed down for a while before he understood what Roger was talking about, and said, still a little sleepy, "Is it? But how do I feel that a long time has passed..."

"You must have been in Azkaban for too long, and your physique can't withstand the impact of the apparition, so you fainted again this time," Roger explained quickly, and his tone couldn't help revealing eagerness: "Mr. Snape has already seen it for you, and said that it is okay and that he will be able to wake up soon, so I have been by your side,"

The boy ripped open the blanket in his arms, revealing the ugly baby Voldemort inside, and then threw it like garbage into a trash can, and the Dark Lord drew a parabola and fell into the crucible filled with the potion.

As Voldemort sank, the potion hissed so faintly that Roger could even hear the soft sound of its body touching the bottom of the cauldron.