Harry was not in a good state, and the other party naturally couldn't let go of this opportunity and wouldn't say anything stupid about a fair duel with him, so Harry was knocked down by a spell without accident.

"Wormtail, tie him up."

The owner of the hoarse voice, the goblin commanded.

When Peter heard this, he rushed forward and tied Harry very roughly.

The elf walked up to Harry with his hands in his hands, but the huge height difference between the elves and humans, especially now Harry, who is more than 1.8 meters tall, made him even if he jumped up to Harry's knees, and could only look up at Harry, which made the elf very dissatisfied, and glared at Peter, who was sincerely afraid to tie Harry's legs and make him sit on the ground, and then moved a stool over.

Standing on the stool and looking down at Harry, the elf smiled with satisfaction.

"Harry Potter, do you know who I am? Do you know what I'm going to do? ”

The elf stared into Harry's green eyes, full of the thrill of vengeance.

Harry looked at the elves as well, and he thought of something Hermione used to mention in his first year: "Of course you know, you're going to start a goblin rebellion like you did in 1612. But you ignore one thing: this world is not what it used to be, this world is completely controlled by wizards, and the power of the goblins is far less than that of 1612, and it is impossible for you to win. ”

"It's not possible unless you contact centaurs, fishmen, vampires, banshees, giants, and werewolves, but vampires and banshees are officially classified as humans, and they have been given the same powers as wizards, and I don't recommend that you involve giants, who will eat their companions when they go berserk."

"So you're doomed!"

The elf standing across from him looked stunned at Harry's words, and then his face instantly darkened, as if Harry had spoken to him.

"Shut up!"

The goblin looked very angry, and its tiny fingers were shaking.

"I know you don't like to hear it, but that's the truth!"

Harry said in a serious tone, "The time of the goblins is over, you are destined"

"I'm not a goblin!"

The shrill voice sounded again, and the other party glared at Harry viciously, "I'm just temporarily attached to this disgusting body"

The original good mood was completely ruined by Harry's call.

He now wants to kill the boy in front of him very much, according to his previous temper, he has already given the other party a 'big melon', but now he forcibly resists that he still needs this boy, and he can't kill this boy now.

Stared at Harry as if he was going to swallow him alive.

"I learned my lesson. I won't make the same mistake again easily."

The goblin gave a cruel smile, "Harry Potter, remember Professor Quirrell in the first grade?" ”

"Isn't it?" Harry looked at each other in surprise.

The goblin looked at the other party's shock, and his heart was indescribably happy: "That's right, that's what you think, I am."

"Professor Quirrell?!"

Harry's voice echoed through the graveyard.

Goblin:???

"Because you are unwilling to become a ghost, possess this goblin and come back for revenge?!"

Well-founded and convincing. Fart.

The elf lost interest in teasing Harry, and raised his hand to seal Harry's mouth with a spell, afraid that he would say something that would make him even angrier.

I was going to say a few words as a winner, but the more I talked, the more angry I became.

I don't know if the other party is really stupid, or on purpose.

"Wormtail, go according to plan, and it won't be a while before my waste men arrive."

The goblin left the place, and before leaving, he looked at Harry with resentful eyes: "Soon I will have a new body, of course, this requires the help of your Harry Potter." ”

The latter could only make a whining sound, and he could not speak with his mouth sealed.

"I know what you're trying to say. Rest assured, that old madman Dumbledore won't know where you are. ”

"No one knows you're here, no one I think they should be in a hurry right now."

"I'll put you to death in front of everyone."

"Your fate was sealed from the start."

There was a noise in the black earth beneath his feet, and a large snake was seen swimming in the grass, circling the goblin.

Peter's wheezing sounded, and in the darkness he seemed to be pushing something heavy.

As his vision cleared, Peter struggled to push a huge crucible and stopped at the grave where the tombstone marked the destruction of Tom Riddle's tombstone. It was a crucible that could hold an adult-sized cauldron.

He put a large stone under the cauldron, stuffed a lot of firewood, and lit them.

The cauldron was filled with water, and Peter put a lot of unknown things in it, making the liquid in the crucible thicker.

"It's burned, master."

After a long while, Peter's respectful voice rang out.

The elf's shrill voice rang out again.

"The ceremony begins, my servant."

Peter took a few deep breaths to adjust his mood, and then he walked to the grave beside him, carrying a hoe. Digging hard, the cemetery was soon dug up. After rummaging through it for a while, he pulled out a small piece of white bone stained with dust.

Without hesitation, throw the bones into the cauldron.

Peter held his wand aloft, and a trembling voice rang out in the silent night sky: "Father's bones, unintentionally donated, can give your son a second life!" ”

As the bones fell into the cauldron, the liquid inside turned a bright red blue, and it was clear that the liquid was made of poison.

Then Peter walked directly above the cauldron, pulled out a sharp, shiny dagger, stretched out his right hand, closed his eyes, and swung it vigorously.

Plop.

The severed arm fell into the cauldron, and the bright red blue liquid instantly turned fiery red.

Peter's face contorted, not knowing whether it was because of pain or fear, and the trembling voice sounded again.

"The flesh of a servant, voluntarily giving, may give it back to your master."

After reading this sentence, Peter hurriedly took out a handful of mashed plants from his pocket. He applied the plants to the wound on the severed arm, and soon the bleeding from the severed arm was stopped.

"Finally."

Peter walked towards Harry with the dagger in his remaining arm.

Those little eyes were full of viciousness.

It was only after meeting Harry's green eyes that he lost his mind for a moment.

But that didn't stop Peter, as he stabbed Harry with a dagger and pulled out a vial filled with crimson blood.

Peter, having done all this, staggered to the crucible.

He was going to complete the final rites

(End of chapter)