Outside the wilderness of Little Hangleton, beside a dark, overgrown cemetery.

Peter Pettigrew was holding Voldemort in his infant form, staring boredly at the tombstone.

He was also looking for activities to pass the time, such as stealing two bottles of watered ginger beer from a Muggle tavern in a nearby village.

It's a pity that he didn't dare to do this, after all, he still held his weak, baby-like master in his arms.

"My dear Peter, is the potion ready?" Voldemort, who had been holding his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes and asked.

"It's ready, master."

Peter Pettigrew couldn't help but scorn Voldemort's question, after all, this was the first time Voldemort had asked the same question.

It's a pity that he didn't have the courage to complain to Voldemort, and even this thought only dared to flash through his mind, and then it was quickly suppressed.

Even though Voldemort was now a fragile baby, Peter Pettigrew could strangle his master to death with a little force, he didn't have the guts.

"Are you sure? As soon as I get Harry Potter's blood, I can be restored to my flesh immediately? ”

Voldemort repeated the previous question again, his voice cold and high-pitched.

"Totally ready, my greatest host." Peter Pettigrew's voice revealed cowardice, and he didn't dare to show the slightest disrespect.

"It's better to be so. If something goes wrong, then I'll have to think about feeding you to Nagini. ”

Voldemort didn't care about his current vulnerability, nor did he care about the feelings of his only little brother by his side at the moment.

Nagini swam in a letter not far away, staring at Peter Pettigrew for a few seconds before quickly swimming away.

Apparently, the serpent is looking forward to a new dinner of its own.

"Why is Barty so slow? Does it take so much time to deal with a little girl? ”

Seeing that he couldn't find Peter Pettigrew, Voldemort began to target his other servant.

Peter Pettigrew's hands trembled faintly, not knowing what to do with Voldemort's words.

In particular, loyal servants like Barty Crouch Jr. have been complained about, which makes Peter Pettigrew feel a trace of sadness.

He had some regrets now, regretting that he shouldn't have come back.

At that time, if you were not so greedy, you went directly to North America or Australia, and used magic to be a Muggle rich man, how could you suffer like this?

But now it was too late to regret it, and he didn't have the courage to leave his master and run away alone.

"Hmph, it's all rubbish."

Voldemort didn't know what the servant beside him was thinking, and he didn't have much power to use the Dementor all the time.

"I really miss my most loyal and strong enough servants, Barty's loyalty is enough, but the strength is still insufficient......"

Before he could finish speaking, a flash of light suddenly flashed above Nagini's head.

A small object smashed down and smashed into Nagini's head.

Nagini almost jumped up in fright, and suddenly remembered the advice of his master Voldemort, so he forcibly suppressed the panic in his heart.

At the same time, there was a sudden flash of light in the cemetery.

A large number of pre-programmed spells take effect at the same time, trapping the objects that have just been teleported in them, as if they are afraid that the portkey will bring some wizards or magical items that Voldemort does not want to see.

"Here comes the portkey!" Voldemort felt the traces of magic for the first time, and let out a high-pitched and excited voice,

"It's basically safe! There is no trace of any other wizard or magic! ”

"Nagini! Give me the top of the item, not allowed to fall on the head! ”

"Peter, get it quickly! Hurry up and find out if it's Harley Potter's blood! ”

Peter Pettigrew quickly disenacted the surrounding magic according to the "key" set in advance, and at the same time took three steps and two steps, and quickly rushed over.

Above Nagini's head lay a white rabbit that had passed out, and the rabbit had a stone pressed against its abdomen.

Peter Pettigrew carefully identified the marks in the stone and compared them with the messages he remembered from Barty Crouch Jr.

Finally, he nodded and respectfully reported to Voldemort:

"Report to the owner, this stone is indeed the last of the correct set of portkeys set up by Barty."

"It's almost certain that Barty has succeeded and hasn't been coerced into using the wrong set of door keys that have been set up in advance to deliver items."

"That's good! That's good! The anticipation and joy in Voldemort's voice increased again,

"Then hurry up! I can't wait to regain my flesh! ”

"Yes! My esteemed master! Peter Pettigrew is also very excited that he can finally stop working part-time as a babysitter.

But he was faintly sad, because he knew what this ritual meant to him.

Peter Pettigrew thrust the stone cauldron to the grave in a heavy mood, and made a little scratch under the crucible, lighting a crackling fire.

The liquid in the pot, which was already a finished product, heated up quickly, and quickly began to boil, and sparks burst out of the liquid, as if it had been burned.

The steam above the liquid grew thicker, and the figure of Peter Pettigrew shining on the flames became blurred.

While Peter Pettigrew prepares all this, Nagini drags Voldemort in his package.

Voldemort, on the other hand, was shaking excitedly and impatiently.

Eventually, the potion in the cauldron changed even more violently, and the entire surface of the liquid shimmered with dark green and deep purple sparks, as if it were covered with diamonds.

"It's burned, honorable master."

Peter Pettigrew observed the hallmark of the potion in its best condition and immediately reported respectfully to Voldemort.

"Quick!" Voldemort impatiently ordered, "Now...... Put me in! ”

After placing the potion-made baby in the pot and reciting the tedious incantation, Peter Pettigrew began to tremble as he completed the final steps.

"A father's bones, unintentionally donated, can give your son a second life!"

Peter Pettigrew waved his wand with his eyes closed, and his grave not far away cracked.

When a small wisp of dust fell into the cauldron in response to Peter Pettigrew's magic, the diamond-like liquid surface shattered instantly.

The entire pot of potions hissed, sparks flew everywhere, and the liquid instantly turned a vivid blue.

Seeing this, Peter Pettigrew shuddered and let out a whimper.

But with great difficulty, he pulled a long, thin, silver-glittering dagger from his cloak.

"The flesh of a servant, given voluntarily, may give it to your master again."

In the midst of that sobbing of utter fear, Peter Pettigrew stretched out his right hand, which was missing a finger, and clutched the dagger tightly in his left hand, swinging it down with all his might.

He let out a terrible scream, but he did not dare to use magic to stop the pain or the bleeding, so as not to interfere with the ritual.

The right hand, cut off by the elf's dagger and untainted by other magic, fell into the cauldron and melted in an instant, as if it had never existed.

The potion turned fiery red, just as Peter Pettigrew had hoped, and a blinding glow burst out in all directions.

Peter Pettigrew struggled to remove the silver tube that had been teleported from the stone, and carefully bit the plug with his teeth to avoid drooling and his own blood from dripping in.

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

Peter Pettigrew gasps for air every time he utters a word or two, but that doesn't affect the ritual.

When the bright red blood dripped into the cauldron, the cauldron instantly turned a dazzling white.

It's just that for some reason, Peter Pettigrew always felt that there was a faint eerie glow of turquoise in this white.

But when he tried to look closely, he couldn't find any trace of the green light.

Faced with this situation, Peter Pettigrew can only choose to give up, thinking that there is something wrong with his eyes.

In mid-air, a dark cloud happened to float by, obscuring a Medusa head that had taken shape in the sky.

When the clouds cleared, Medusa's head was gone.

Finally, everything became calm when the diamond-like sparks splashed outward and everything around them turned a black velvety color.

The spark went out, a puff of white steam rose from the cauldron, and the black figure of a man stepped out of the cauldron.

Although it was still painful, Peter Pettigrew immediately grabbed the black robe from the package on the ground and draped it over his master's tall, thin, skeleton-like body.

"Heh, I'm finally resurrected!"

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What will the resurrected Dark Lord do? That's a good question.

If it is those sequence zeros and angels who have the ability to resurrect, they must be the first to appease their subordinates and believers after the resurrection, and ensure the stability of their anchors and thugs.

And whether it is in the wizarding world or in Muggles, after the villain dies and is resurrected, he must first gather the old ministry and re-extend favors, so that everyone can continue to follow him.

After all, you have been dead for so long, and you have already proven that you are not the strongest in this world.

If you want the brothers to continue to lick your blood from the knife and sell your life, you have to do something good, right?

But Voldemort didn't do that, just because he didn't follow the usual path and was different from others.

After checking his physical condition and making sure that his magic power had fully recovered to its peak level, Voldemort chose to summon all the Death Eaters he could call out as soon as possible through the Dark Mark mark on Peter Pettigrew's arm.

And then...... A PUA convention has begun.

He waited for all the Death Eaters to kneel beside him, kissing his robes and bare feet that hung down into the dirt.

Then Voldemort began to count the Death Eaters one by one for abandoning their thirteen years of crimes, and from time to time they also held a lottery to randomly select two lucky Death Eaters and give them the most disliked bone-splitting meals.

And last summer's Quidditch World Cup, the waste of the Death Eaters, especially the act of being killed by a little girl, was also pulled out by Voldemort to whip the corpse.

After most of the work was done, Voldemort came to the largest gap in the circle of Death Eaters:

“…… There are six Death Eaters missing...... Three died for me...... And one more who didn't have the guts to come back......"

"Of course...... This cowardly traitor, of course, did not have the guts to return...... He will pay the price he deserves......"

There was a commotion in the crowd, and there was fear in the eyes of the Death Eaters, a fear called "Rabbit Death and Fox Sorrow".

Voldemort, however, didn't care about the innocuous emotions of these servants who could be replaced at any time.

Anyway, in his eyes, as long as he lives, there will never be a shortage of servants around him who pursue higher power, greater wealth, and greater power.

As for whether they are faithful...... Does it matter? Voldemort was very confident in this, and as long as he was still the Dark Lord, no one would dare to betray him.

So he's still going on,

“…… There is also a servant, I think he has left me forever...... Heh, I thought I was hiding in Hogwarts, and I couldn't do anything about him? ”

"Of course he will be executed, and I will use his soul to light the torch of the New Age and announce to the world the return of me, Lord Voldemort, the greatest Dark Lord in the world!"

"This is also a declaration to the world that there is no good end for those who betray me!"

“…… And, of course, there is one servant who remains my most loyal servant, who is wise and powerful. What's more, he's already starting to serve me again. ”

As he spoke, Voldemort set his eyes on the cauldron at his feet,

"Without this faithful servant, I am afraid that your master would still be in a state of powerlessness worse than the humblest of geist......"

"But it doesn't matter, now all my strength is back."

"And soon, my most faithful servant will lure Harry Potter here, so that our sweet little girl will perform the last dance of her life."

"Yes, that's right, you didn't guess wrong. It was here that Voldemort would have a fair, wizarding duel with his prophesied nemesis. ”

"Then you will realize how ridiculous that prophecy is, and how powerful and invincible the Dark Lord is......"

Before Voldemort's words fell, another voice suddenly sounded from the darkness:

"I've let you down, dear Riddle."

"Your faithful servant did not choose to invite your dear junior, but it took a great deal of effort for your junior to lock this place."

Dressed in a white evening gown, Hallie slowly stepped out of the shadows of the woods next to the cemetery.

The gem-decorated heels were clearly stepping on the dirt floor, but they made the "pop" sound when lying on the marble slate.

"Be reasonable, Senior Riddle," Harley put her hands behind her back, her expression seemed to be aggrieved, as if she was complaining, and as if she was dissatisfied.

"You're my most beloved senior."

"On my way to growth, it can be said that you have given me the greatest help."

"If it weren't for you, I don't know how many times I'd died. Suffice it to say, even Professor Dumbledore didn't do as much of a role you did to me. ”

"With that in mind, I think our relationship should be incomparably deeper. As a result, our relationship is so good, you held a resurrection dinner and didn't tell me? ”

"Senior Riddle, the feelings are fading! The relationship between the two of us has faded! ”

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(End of chapter)