Gray-green potions roared and splattered, falling on trees and stones with a sizzling corrosive sound.

The crows, which roosted in the brown grass nearby, were also startled by the eardrum-piercing explosion, and they quacked and flapped their wings into the air.

Peter Pettigrew was stunned, no matter how stupid he was, he realized that this was not a normal phenomenon for resurrection, and that something must have gone wrong.

"Master...... "Peter cried out, "are you alright?" ”

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw a figure crawling out from under the broken crucible, and through the thick smoke, he could barely see his face:

He was only a meter tall, and his limbs were as thin as a baby's, but his belly was round and bulging, and his head was disproportionately large, and under his swollen forehead was a strange and distorted face, and his eyes were shining red.

The man was covered in thick, long red hair, making him look more like a beast than a wizard!

With such a strange and terrifying shape, anyone who saw it would inevitably change color and exclaim, Peter pointed at him and said in a trembling voice: "You...... You ......"

The red-haired monster walked over slowly, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Wormtail...... It's me. ”

"Lord...... Master? Peter exclaimed in disbelief.

The Dark Lord's noseless face was ugly enough, but at best it was just disfigured, and his body was still good, but now not only is his face crippled, but even his body looks like a pregnant dwarf, and his whole body is covered with red hair......

Peter didn't dare to look any further, and quickly changed the prepared robe for Voldemort, and he asked tentatively:

"Master, have you succeeded in resurrection?"

"Failed!" Voldemort opened his red eyes and stared straight at Peter:

"You have a problem with the three medicines."

"How so?" Peter was horrified and said, "There must be no problem with my meat...... The Blood ...... of the Enemy Could it be that the wizard wasn't Harry Potter and was also in disguise? ”

"The man was indeed a fake." Voldemort only reacted at this time, and he said slowly:

"On the night I lost my magic and my body, Potter's mother died trying to save him...... Potter inadvertently gains some kind of protection...... I can't touch him. ”

"When I attacked the wizard, I could have bitten him in the neck...... He really wasn't Harry Potter. ”

Peter breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it wasn't his fault, but he heard the Dark Lord say quietly:

"Even if that man wasn't Potter, he was a wizard who hated me, otherwise he wouldn't have made it tonight...... His blood is the blood of his enemies...... It worked for me as well. ”

Peter's heart hung again, and he whispered, "Then the problem can only be ......"

Father's bones.

Voldemort stared at Peter, his grins terrible, his red eyes hollow and aloof.

"Wormtail, whose bones did you put it in?!"

"Master, it's your father's bones." Peter's face was full of horror and he said, "I can't be mistaken. ”

"Wormtail, I wonder if you're a spy sent by Dumbledore." Voldemort whispered.

"How so?" Peter began to cry, sobbing and sobbing, his whole body trembling.

"Master, I am your faithful servant, I am the one who found you, I am the one who helped you to resurrect ......"

"What loyalty, you're just cowardly." Voldemort said coldly:

"You were able to betray your best friend back then because of fear, and now of course you can betray me again......"

Peter threw himself to the ground, and he prostrate himself at Voldemort's feet, and he screamed:

"The host...... I didn't! ”

"With or without you, you've disappointed me...... I'm disappointed in you......"

Voldemort sneered and took out a wand from his clothes, pointed at the worm's tail, and said in a cold voice:

"Drill the heart and cut the bones!"

Peter screamed in pain, every nerve in him seemed to be on fire, and he convulsed incessantly.

After a moment of torture, Voldemort noticed that his slender legs were trembling, and the fingers holding his wand were shaking.

This resurrection failed body can't support his powerful power at all, as long as you use too much magic power, there is a possibility of exploding the body!

The Dark Lord had no choice but to stop the torture, and Peter lay on the ground gasping for breath, and his eyes suddenly widened and he looked at the sky in horror.

Voldemort also turned his head to look, and in the distance, a giant bird appeared, hovering in the air, its whole body blue, like a beautiful brocade, and a slender tail.

Peter was shocked and said, "Air-winged bird?!" ”

The explosion just now woke up the air-winged bird that had been asleep until it was half-asleep, and it would get up very angry, staring at the two wizards who disturbed it.

It took a breath, and suddenly its belly bulged, and its whole body swelled like a ball, making a cooing sound.

From a distance, it looks like an enlarged version of a pufferfish.

The air-winged bird opened its mouth, the wind suddenly rose, the wind blew the trees and swayed, and the spruce trees on the ground fell to the left and right sides with a bang, and the sound was extremely harsh in the originally silent night.

Peter and Voldemort's bodies began to shake, and the sand and stones whipped against the exposed parts of their bodies like rattan whips, and the places where they were swept over were burning with pain, and their eyes could not be opened at all.

Voldemort, who was lighter, was like a rootless duckweed blown by a strong wind, and his feet flew sideways off the ground.

Peter hurriedly grabbed the Dark Lord's leg and pulled it down desperately, Voldemort's already fragile body was pulled as if it was about to break.

Another crack sounded, and the winged bird's slender tail flew straight at Peter, sweeping across his chest, cutting through his robes, leaving several deep blood marks.

Peter screamed in pain, and he let go of his hand, and Voldemort flew out like a kite, slamming into a large tree.

Voldemort's eyes almost knocked out of his sockets, and he spewed out a mouthful of scarlet blood, which was like a warm rain on his own face because of the direction of the wind.

Voldemort leaned against the tree, and he raised his wand and swung it at the bird as it pounced on Peter again.

A black spell shot out, cutting a deep hole in the airwinged bird's chest from top to bottom, and blood splattered everywhere immediately.

The air-winged bird let out a high-pitched cry, spread its wings and flew towards the sky.

Peter, who was hanging in the air, felt his body sink sharply, and fell back to the ground again, and after a while, the wind and sand gradually stopped.

He dragged his injured body, hurried over, picked up Voldemort's face covered in blood, and led him to run wildly through the forest.

The bird's wailing grew smaller and quieter, until it was completely inaudible, and Peter slowed down slightly.

"Master, we are safe, it did not chase it."

Voldemort, who was extremely embarrassed, wiped the blood from his cheeks, and with an expressionless face, he suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed wildly.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey!"

Peter looked at the Dark Lord with a look of horror and asked:

"Master, what are you laughing at?"

"I laugh at Dumbledore and Scamander." Voldemort said proudly:

"At this moment, they are probably still attending the Halloween dinner, but they don't know the best opportunity to kill the Dark Lord, so they missed it in vain!

Eh, hey, hey, hey! ”

"I think so, Tom!" A crisp voice sounded cheerfully.

Voldemort's hearty laughter came to an abrupt end, and he turned his head in disbelief to see two figures, one old and one young, standing not far away, looking at them.

Rove smiled:

"Tonight, it's really the best chance to kill you both!"

He has always been a handsome young man who is polite and harmless to humans and animals, and said with a bright smile:

"I'll send you on your way!"

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(Thanks to the "Love to Swim in the Water" boss for the tip.) ）