Voldemort's flesh disintegrated in plain sight, as if it had been cut through some laser corridor web.

It was very flat and turned into pieces of minced meat.

Then it fell into the water.

All of a sudden, the water in the crucible boiled even more.

The vapor grew thicker, the fog around them thickened, and the figures of the Death Eaters watching the flames blurred.

At this point, the Death Eater finally spoke, "Father's bones, unintentionally donated, can bring your son back to life." ”

The light flutter on the ground appeared in the package at some point, and then a rib floated from it.

"Poof!" It fell into the water.

The mercury-like liquid surface cracked, hissed, sparks flew everywhere, and some of the viscous liquid suddenly turned a bright red blue, which was poisonous at first glance.

Then, the Death Eater, looked at Peter Pettigrew.

Peter, who was holding Miss Granger in check, looked excited.

He pulled a long, thin, silver-glittering dagger from his pocket, his voice twisted in a tremble.

"The flesh of a servant is voluntarily donated, so that your master may be born again."

He stretched out his right hand, then grabbed the dagger tightly with his left hand and swung it towards his right hand.

- In the midst of screams and gasps of pain, there was a disgusting thud, and the dagger fell to the ground, and then, his left hand fell into the cauldron.

In the clearing, only gasps and moans of pain remained, lingering and echoing in midair.

The Death Eater at the crucible didn't even look at Peter, even though the blood gushing from his broken arm stained his robes red.

It was an honor to be able to give flesh and blood during the Dark Lord's rituals, and it was a reward for Peter for doing something.

Others who want this honor are not qualified yet!

He slowly picked up the dagger on the ground and staggered over to Harry, "The blood of the enemy is forced to be sacrificed, and your enemy can be resurrected"

Harry struggled desperately to break free from the ropes that bound him.

But he couldn't help it, he was tied up too tightly.

I can only watch with my eyes open.

He saw through his eyes that the silver dagger was vibrating in the man's lone hand in front of him, and he stabbed at him.

Harry couldn't move, he could only watch the other man's movements.

The next second, he felt the tip of the dagger pierce into the crook of his arm, and in the pain of his heart, blood trickling down the torn sleeve of his robe.

The man excitedly pulled a small glass bottle out of his pocket and placed it next to Harry's wound.

A small amount of blood flowed into the bottle.

Then instead of returning to the cauldron, he walked straight to Miss Granger.

"Ancient flesh and blood can unite the power of the gods. Make you a greater great! He said frantically, almost shouting with all his might.

He took the knife and walked up to Miss Granger like a fanatic follower of some cult.

A sharp sword sliced through her slender arm.

Hermione endured the pain and didn't say a word, and after Peter fell to the ground, hers was imprisoned by Lockhart and her wand was taken away.

"What a coincidence, little fan." At this time, Lockhart was not at all like the bright and glamorous appearance of his second grade.

During his two years in Azkaban, he suffered more physical and mental torture than he had in his entire life.

His face was sallow, his hair was dry, and his eyes were sunken, like a mad maniac, and he was holding Hermione by the neck from behind.

"I remember you used to worship me." He looked at Hermione and the little wizards around her with a grim face.

He was more angry at his disgrace in the wizarding world than at Azkaban's torture.

This was worse than killing him, and the thought of turning himself from a famous wizard from high to high and admired to a complete liar gave birth to infinite malice in his heart.

He's going to get revenge! Because it's all thanks to this group of Hogwarts wizards.

Damn Hogwarts, damn Dumbledore, and those professors, these students, they all damn it, damn it!

"I've been blind sometimes." Miss Granger said with a self-deprecating gritted tooth.

She was really blind before!

She had always thought that Lockhart's books were full of his real people, oh my god - think about it, a person has been to so many places in the world, experienced so many dangers, but can escape every time, such a legend, constantly happening to a person, anyone will worship it.

Only his despicable methods, when she was just in contact with the wizarding world, how could she think so much?

"Huh." Lockhart smiled sinisterly, and continued, "It's okay, I'll be famous again soon, and this time it's going to be my own story." ”

"Huh—" Hermione smiled feebly.

Seriously, she didn't have the strength to fight with this lost dog.

The feeling of weakness from all over her body, and the pain in her arm, dripped to the ground, staining the blood of her entire arm, and finally, it was the sudden appearance of the boy, and the strong emotional change put her head in a state of extreme exhaustion.

Drowsy, even the eyes have begun to darken.

On the other side, the man had returned to the crucible, he poured two kinds of blood into it, and in an instant, the liquid in the crucible immediately turned a dazzling white, viscous white liquid, emitting a fishy smell.

The man completed his task and stepped aside.

In front of him, the cauldron boiled violently, and diamond-like sparks flew out in all directions, so bright and dazzling.

"Bring it on." He said suddenly.

Then from the staircase on the other side of the tower, there came a myriad of people of all stripes—or Muggles.

They were chained hand and foot, driven like slaves.

Panic, fear, crying, are the themes of these people.

The crowd of hundreds of terrified eyes, men and women, of all ages, were looking at this wicked place.

For some reason, they couldn't speak, they couldn't even whimper.

A closer look reveals that the mouths of these people seem to be closed by magic.

Then, the group was forcibly bound by the Death Eaters and knelt beside the cauldron.

This scene is very similar to the group of pure-blood madmen in the Middle Ages performing some kind of sacrifice.

And Miss Granger, who witnessed all this, knew very well in her heart that this was some kind of bloody sacrifice.

The goblins did it too.

At that time, they were there to transfer ancient magic and communicate with the outer gods through sacrifices.

And this time—all of a sudden, Hermione figured it out.

Voldemort considered her the heir to ancient magic.

This.

Why do goblins and Voldemort feel like heirs to ancient magic?

Although she did make a big splash this year, she didn't think she had the talent to show more than Owen in ancient magic.

Hermione couldn't figure it out.

And the sacrificial ritual in front of him has also continued.

Muggles, like grass in the wind, in a whirlwind of souls, all in the same direction, in the direction of the crucible, hysterically opening their mouths. It's as if something is about to come out of it.

It took less than a few seconds for the body to turn into a dry corpse, and after the flesh could no longer squeeze anything out, a transparent, pale white figure was sucked out of their mouth and nose.

That—it's their soul.

"Oh my God—"

The little wizards present all closed their eyes tightly, such an evil scene, I am afraid that it is difficult to see it in the history books.

The screams from the soul were tingling.

Fear arises, it's the instinct of living beings.

"Boom!"

The flames of the cauldron grew stronger.

The green glow reflected the eerie surroundings.

It's like a pot of poison made by hell imps.

Suddenly, all the sparks on the crucible went out.

A puff of white vapor rose from the cauldron and merged with the surrounding fog, obscuring everything.

The senses are obscured and useless, and the mystery of uneasiness grows stronger, and it is a creepy feeling.

Through the thick white mist, they saw the black figure of a man slowly rising from the crucible.

He was tall and thin, like a skeleton, with pale and eerie skin.

"Dress me!" The cold, shrill voice said behind the vapor.

The Death Eater scrambled to his feet, and he scrambled to take a black robe from his bosom and put it on his master's head.

The thin man stepped out of the cauldron and put on his clothes, his red eyes staring at Harry and Hermione.

Then the crowd saw the hideous face.

He was paler than a skeleton, with two large red eyes, a nose as flat as a snake's, and two thin slits in his nostrils......

Oh! Oh, my God!

Voldemort recovered and won.

Everyone's heads, little wizards, Death Eaters, had this thought in their hearts.

Voldemort then looked away from Harry and Hermione's body and began to examine his own body.

His hands were like big pale spiders, and his long, slender pale fingers caressed his body, inch by inch......

Thighs, chest, arms, face, his movements are slow, delicate and gentle.

The red eyes were brighter in the dark, and the pupils were two slits, like a cat's eyes.

After slowly touching his entire face, he raised his hands and moved his fingers with an ecstatic expression.

The atmosphere around is eerie and quiet, and time seems to have become incredibly long.

Everyone held their breath, excited, fearful, or hateful to Voldemort.

"Master." It's Peter Pettigrew.

He clutched his mutilated hand.

Voldemort looked down like a king and glanced at him.

Then he raised his wand and danced in the air, drawing a band of light like molten silver on its head, which at first had no shape, and then twisted into a shimmering human hand, as bright as moonlight.

It flew down on its own, automatically pressing on Peter's bleeding wrist.

It fits seamlessly into his arm, as if he were wearing a dazzling glove.

Peter tried to bend his glittering fingers, and with a trembling hand, he picked up a stone from the ground and crumpled it into powder.

"My master!" He whispered, "Thank you, merciful master! ”

Then crawl over on his knees and kiss Voldemort's robes.

"Those who owe Voldemort will be rewarded, and you deserve it, Peter!" Voldemort said, "You don't have enough to do, but you're good at something." ”

"Oh! Thank you, this is all the master's brilliant vision, I just execute it on my behalf. "Peter Pettigrew, put himself very low.

After leaving a trace of a sycophant.

He quietly retreated.

Suddenly, Voldemort pointed his wand at the stall on the ground, and they flew high up and down in front of Harry.

It was his father's ashes, one of the necessities of his resurrection, but it was now completely useless.

Voldemort's gaze fell on Harry again, his snake face contorted into a cruel smile.

"Harry Potter, we're meeting again!"

He hissed softly, "These bones, he once belonged to my father, he was a Muggle and a fool, just like your own mother." But they're all useful, aren't they? When you were young, your mother died protecting you, and I killed my father. You see, how useful he came in after his death......"

"We've met several times, but we don't think we've introduced ourselves." Voldemort laughed again, pacing back and forth as he scanned his surroundings.

"My mother was a wizard, she fell in love with him, she fell in love with that Muggle, but when she said who she was, he abandoned her, my father didn't like magic!" Voldemort whispered, "Like all stupid Muggles, he left her and returned to his Muggle parents, before I was born." ”

Voldemort's grim voice echoed through the clearing, and Harry listened silently, his body tightened.

The scar on his head hurt all the time, as if it was going to tear him apart.

But he still gritted his teeth and protected Gabbrey and Qiu Zhang behind him.

He kind of knew that it was all because of himself, and that these little wizards were involved in this trouble because of him.

Voldemort continued to pac around, seemingly in a good mood, reminiscing about his past.

"My father abandoned us, my mother died in childbirth when she gave birth to me, and I grew up in a Muggle orphanage, so I vowed to find him." Voldemort said, "Later, I took revenge on him, and the man who gave me the same name as him, Tom Riddle......"

Speaking of the name, there was a chill and disgust in his tone that could not be concealed.

"It's a name I'm ashamed of, and it belongs to the man!" Voldemort said, his voice softer and the cruel smile on his face more pronounced, "But it will come to an end, and this shame will leave me with my father, and be destroyed by my own hands." Haha, Harry Potter, it's an honor for you to listen to me, to listen to me remember my family history...... Ah, I'm a little sad, but look, Harry! My real family is back! ”

More and more Death Eaters gathered around.

One by one, they were all hooded and their faces covered.

It is conceivable that the entire Azkaban Dark Wizards have joined his side.

Plus he's been spreading fear outside all year long.

Harry was taken aback, he couldn't imagine how many Death Eaters there were today, but as far as he could see, there were no less than a few dozen.

That's certainly not all.

Harry wasn't stupid, and the Death Eaters couldn't all be gathered in Azkaban.

Elsewhere, there must have been people from them in some key places, just as he had seen in Dumbledore's memory, and there were Voldemort's people in some positions in the Ministry of Magic, delivering messages for him.

The surrounding Death Eaters grinned grimly.

This made the little wizards' scalps tingle.

"Time has changed! Porter! Circumstances change with the passage of time! ”

Voldemort looked at Harry, already trembling in pain, mockingly, still protecting Cho Chang and Gabrielle.

There was a hint of disgust in his eyes.

And then - drill the heart carpal bone!

"Ahh

Cho Chang and Gabrielle let out a scream.

The two of them twisted and screamed in pain, their voices chilling.

"Stop! Stop it!!! Harry cried out, drawing his wand to fight back, but the Death Eaters who bound him had already let go of him.

The moment Voldemort regains his strength.

"I didn't hear clearly." He said, "Are you asking me to continue?" ”

Voldemort laughed maniacally, and the Drill Heart Curse in his hand became even stronger.

Harry, on the other hand, threw out a disarming spell, but it was useless for Voldemort to fight back, and then he was hit by his own spell and fell to the ground weakly.

"Oh! So excited? It seems that my servant also captured the girlfriend of the famous Harry Potter? ”

He said cruelly.

The surrounding Death Eaters immediately let out a burst of laughter.

"W-is this it?" He exerted more of his magic on Cho Zhang, "Or this silver-haired girl?" As he spoke, he added to Gabrielle's aggravation.

"Stop!"

"Stop !!"

On the other side, Fleur and Cedric also looked at the two girls who were being tortured.

Fleur's eyes were even redder, and she kept cursing Voldemort in English mixed with French.

If the Diamond Heart Charm is used on a wizard for a long time, it will break a person's soul will, and then there is no cure for it.

This is a well-known thing.

However, it was clear that Voldemort had no interest in the two of them.

"Look at what you look like now!"

With a wave of Voldemort's hand, the marble on the ground suddenly sprouted stone chains, and it lifted Harry up.

"Just like your useless father! Or like your filthy mudblood mother, I can't figure it out, and they all get down on their knees begging me not to kill their only son - you see, I can't tell the difference between a bug and a bug.

Now, of course, you can learn from your parents to their knees begging for mercy from the great Voldemort, and I will graciously grant your request. ”

"My parents are heroes!" Harry screamed, his voice vain, the marble chains slowly tightening around his neck, the suffocation intense, but he stared at Tom bravely. "They won't beg for mercy from you!

You poor creature will never know what love is! ”

Harry's bloodshot eyes stared deadly.

Anger and courage go hand in hand, which makes him fearless even in the face of the most evil dark wizards of our time.

"Hah! Ha! Ha! Voldemort smiled sinisterly.

His eyes were full of dancing flames.

He's run out of patience.

Now, he's going to kill Harry Potter once and for all!

Shut the mouths of wizards who question his power!

(End of chapter)