"Wormtail, you can go collect Harry's blood. Louis said with a smile, not answering Voldemort's invitation directly.

Wormtail glanced at Voldemort hesitantly, he was just a little brother, and he didn't dare to make his own decisions.

"Didn't you hear Mr. Pendragon, don't you go!" said Voldemort sharply at Wormtail.

"Yes, master. Wormtail then pulled out a dagger from his bosom and walked over to Harry, collecting some of Harry's blood as he struggled desperately.

"Don't get ready, you idiot!" Voldemort reprimanded Wormtail mercilessly, as if he were a house-elf.

"Yes, master. ”

Wormtail walked behind the grass in the distance, and then walked from behind with great difficulty holding a large crucible. Then he placed the cauldron next to a tombstone, and placed a lot of stones under the crucible, as if he was going to make a fire.

If Percy had seen this, he would have remembered his cauldron report again, after all, even Voldemort couldn't do without what he wrote his report, and that was something to be proud of, wasn't it?

The cauldron seemed to be filled with water, and Louis could see some water splashing out.

"Not yet, you cowardly waste!" Voldemort scolded.

Wormtail was so frightened that he dropped all the firewood in his hand to the ground, but quickly picked it up and stuffed it under the crucible. He took out his wand and scribbled at the firewood, and in a few moments the firewood was ignited.

The liquid in the crucible doesn't seem to be ordinary water, it heats up very quickly, it doesn't take long to start boiling, and it still splatters sparks.

"Burn it, master. Wormtail said in a frightened tone.

"Isn't that a hurry, do you want me to teach you?" said Voldemort in his usual cold voice.

Wormtail picked Voldemort up and slowly lowered him into the cauldron. Then, he took his wand, closed his eyes, and said to the night sky: "Father's bones were unintentionally donated, but your son is reborn!"

The tomb on the edge of the cauldron cracked, and a small wisp of dust rose into the air at the beckoning of the worm's tail and fell gently into the crucible, turning the color of the crucible into a vivid blue.

At this point, Wormtail's expression became terrified, and he seemed to be resistant to what was going to happen next. He took out the dagger he had just taken out and sobbed in a whimpering voice, "Servant....... Servant....... Target........ Meat....... Voluntarily....... Voluntary donation, you can ......... can make your ........ Host....... Man is born again. ”

He stretched out his right hand, which was missing a finger, and then grabbed the dagger tightly with his left hand and swung it towards his right hand.

Louis frowned and looked at the scene in front of him, although he had known that Voldemort would hold this ceremony, but the price of Wormtail's entire hand made Louis very shocked.

Generally speaking, only one piece of meat needs to be cut on the body, and the whole palm is not needed at all. It wasn't so much a condition for Voldemort's resurrection, but rather a punishment that Voldemort gave to Wormtail.

Louis also hesitated to take advantage of this opportunity. But after some hesitation, he gave up. Regardless of whether Voldemort was really as weak as he appeared now, the snake hiding not far from his feet alone was not easy to deal with.

And as he said, he was just a businessman, doing what was in his best interest. It doesn't matter if Voldemort is resurrected or not, what matters is whether he gets the benefit he expects from it.

Wormtail grunted in pain as he poured the blood from the vial containing Harry's blood into the cauldron.

"The blood of the enemy......... Forced to give ......... can make your enemies ...... Resurrection ......"

Louis sighed, even if he changed his mind now, he didn't think he could beat a full-fledged Voldemort.

The cauldron appeared to be completely boiling, and the liquid inside was splashing in all directions.

Suddenly, the liquid in the crucible calmed down. A white liquid rose from the cauldron, like curling white smoke from cooking.

"Dress me. Voldemort's cold voice was heard.

Wormtail whimpered and put on his own clothes as he served his master, while Voldemort ignored Wormtail's painful appearance. He slowly walked over to the edge of his chair and sat down.

Voldemort glanced at Louis and Harry, then shifted his gaze to himself and began to examine his body carefully.

His hands resemble large pale spiders, and his long, pale fingers caress his face. The scarlet eyes were very bright, and the pupils were two snake-like gaps. He looked very excited, and didn't care about the worm's tail that fell to the ground behind him and twitched in pain.

"Congratulations on your resurrection, Mr. Voldemort. Louis congratulated with a smile.

"Thanks to your help, Pendragon. Voldemort reached into his robe and slowly drew a wand, caressing it as if caressing his lover.

"It's just fair trade. Louis said, shaking his head.

"That's right...... ........ deal" Voldemort grinned, pointed his wand at the weeping worm's tail on the ground, and threw him behind him between Louis and him.

"The host........ The owner ......." Wormtail cried as he slowly crawled towards Voldemort while holding his severed right hand.

"Stretch out your arm. Voldemort said in a languid tone.

Wormtail held out his severed right hand to Voldemort's eyes.

But Voldemort sneered and said, "It's not this one, Wormtail." ”

"The host....... Please........ You promised me ..... Master........ Please......"

Voldemort ignored Wormtail's pleas, he bent down, pulled Wormtail's left arm, and ripped his sleeve open. Louis could clearly see that Voldemort's Dark Mark was engraved on it.

Voldemort looked carefully at the Dark Mark in front of him, as if he were looking at the precious work of art on it.

"They'll know............ That's right.........." He pressed his slender pale index finger against the Dark Mark, ignoring the miserable appearance of the worm's tail with a handful of snot and tears.

As Voldemort's finger was removed, Louis could see that the Dark Mark had instantly turned pitch black, as if it had been stained with ink.