"Okay, okay, I got it." Lu Wu waved his hand impatiently and motioned for Pettigrew to stop.

His shrill voice sounded like a headache.

Peter hurriedly shut up and stopped making a sound.

Then, the mage shook the black notebook and casually asked, "How do you use this thing?" ”

Pettigrew was stunned, you don't know anything, you dare to resurrect the Dark Lord? Which side the hell are you from?

But he didn't have the courage to ask the question, so he could only explain the spell casting process carefully.

After listening to this, Lu Wu did as he said, put in two drops of Harry's blood, and at the same time, pretending to be inadvertent, asked, "Wormtail, Death Eater?" ”

"Will you make a little sacrifice for your dear master?"

The betrayer instantly understood what the mage meant, and in a panic, his body almost curled up into a ball.

But immediately, he seemed to have something in common, gritted his teeth and said, "I do!" ”

Compared to losing a small life, one less piece of meat is nothing!

As soon as Peter finished speaking, one of his hands broke off at the wrist and appeared in the boiling cauldron.

When the hot blood spurted out more than a foot high, he didn't even react to what had just happened.

However, in the next second, a heart-rending scream broke the silence of the night.

"Ah————!h

Ignoring the little dwarfs rolling on the ground, the mage sitting on a rock, rubbing his beard, said thoughtfully, "Oh, forget, I still need a life!" ”

The ancient resurrection ritual follows the principle of equal exchange, one life for another, and if you want Voldemort to be resurrected, one person must die.

Peter, whose face was already covered with blood and dirt, wanted to cry without tears at this time, and kept cursing in his heart: "Fake! Fack!! Fark !! ”

"You haven't prepared the materials needed for the ceremony, what are you doing in such a hurry!"

But when the mage turned his gaze to him, Pettigrew immediately went cold and fainted.

Lu Wu knew that he was pretending, so he comforted: "Don't worry, you are still useful, and I won't kill you." ”

"Stay here, old mage will come back when he goes."

With that, he got up and left.

Sensing the footsteps getting farther and farther away, Pettigrew quietly opened his eyes a little, and then immediately jumped up from the ground.

Between life and death, the insect tail, which fully stimulates its potential, runs hundreds of meters away in just a few breaths.

Who knows, just when he thought it was safe and was about to slow down, a clearing appeared not far ahead.

There's a fire in the middle of the clearing, and there's a familiar crucible on it...

By the time Lu Wu returned, Pettigrew was already exhausted and paralyzed on the ground, and no matter how he escaped just now, he would eventually return to this clearing, in front of this boiling crucible.

"Didn't you say that you should stay here obediently?" Lu Wu threw several eight-eyed spiders the size of a millstone on the ground and complained, "You are really disobedient. ”

At this time, Pettigrew, who did not have the strength to say another word, lay on the ground like a dead dog, sticking out his tongue and gasping for breath.

And the eight-eyed spiders who were still alive and kicking, after finding themselves free, like Peter, raised eight slender legs upside down and fled in a hurry.

But the result is the same, no matter how far you run, you will eventually return to the mage.

Schadenfreude, looking at these unlucky eight-eyed spiders, immediately felt that he was not so tired, and he couldn't help but pull out an ugly smile on his face.

Unexpectedly, the spider who died suddenly before he was happy for too long made his expression instantly freeze and change back to his previous half-dead appearance.

On the other side, Lu Wu pressed his hand on "Riddle's Diary" and pulled it hard, and a broken soul inside was forcibly pulled out.

It's not entirely true to say that it is incomplete, at least the appearance is complete.

This soul has a handsome face, a long body, and thick black hair, and anyone who sees it will praise its beauty.

He was Voldemort fifty years ago, or Tom Riddle when he was a student.

Tom, who was forcibly awakened, was a little overwhelmed, but when he saw the crucible next to him, he seemed to understand something.

He floated in the air and looked at the mage condescendingly: "You are my future subordinate, right?" ”

"Want to resurrect me? Good job, save me from coaxing a little girl who doesn't understand anything. ”

Fifty years ago and fifty years later, Voldemort is no different, the same arrogance in his heart.

Unfortunately, the arrogance of young Voldemort is slightly ignorant.

In a commanding tone, he asked, "Where is the ceremony?" ”

Lu Wu didn't answer, but just reached out and dragged Tom's soul from the air, twisted it, formed a ball, and threw it into the pot.

Then, he began to repeat the old mantra he had just said.

And the little Pettigrew, who was still lying on the ground and didn't dare to move, had already looked stupid, and his heart, which was not big, was now almost jumping out of his chest.

Do you dare to do this to the Dark Lord, not afraid that he will kill you after he is resurrected?

As the ancient incantation was finished, the night sky, which had just been clear, was instantly covered with dark clouds.

The black-pitched crucible suddenly burst into flames.

In the flames of red gold, a strange mass of flesh and blood that kept writhing appeared.

The flesh resembles an embryo, covered with a translucent film of mucus, through which the pink-white body can be seen.

Then, the embryo grows larger and larger, and the membrane on the surface gradually falls off until it takes on the form of a human.

A few seconds later, the body, which had just looked like a dried corpse, was filled, and streaks of black mist gathered around it, turning into a wide robe.

Tom Riddle, who was still in a state of soul just now, has been resurrected.

He is still so handsome, his skin is as smooth as a newborn baby, and although he has no hair, he has a nose.

Tom, who has been reborn, strokes his smooth head, breathes hard in the air he has not seen for a long time, and his face is full of intoxication.

But soon, the face became gloomy and terrifying.

He quickly turned around and walked towards the mage behind him: "You saved me, I confess your loyalty. ”

"You should have gained my trust, but you shouldn't have done that to me just now!"

"Avada Lives !!"

With a roar from Tom, a terrifying green light rushed towards the mage.

Although he didn't have a wand in his hand at this time, it didn't mean that he couldn't cast a life-requisitioning spell, and it didn't mean that he couldn't kill people.

"The ignorant are the freest." The mage sneered, raised his hand and wiped it lightly, and the terrifying life-seeking spell was erased from the world, as if it had never appeared.

Under the bewildered eyes of his opponent, he clenched his outstretched hand again.

Tom immediately felt as if he was being held down by something, and his whole body shrank involuntarily, and the newly grown bones collided with each other with a clicking sound.

The unbearable pain distorted his handsome face.

Under the wails, Voldemort, who had been resurrected for no more than ten minutes, turned into a meaningless mass of flesh and blood.

Pettigrew felt that he must be dreaming, and he would not be able to see such a terrifying scene in this life, plus the next life, plus the next life.

The Dark Lord, who terrified the entire wizarding world, was actually pinched to death like this?

But the mage, as if doing a trivial thing, unhurriedly took out a crucible from the scroll that was exactly the same as just now.

At the same time, there is another Horcrux - the Ravenclaw Crown.

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