London, near a church in the suburbs.

Sunlight shines through the colorful glass, casting a strange color on the ground.

"Uhh

A huge cross, removed from under the roof, floated in the air of the church, on which the priest of the church was hung upside down and let out a low groan of pain.

Originally, the lectern was housed only in a large armchair with red upholstery.

Voldemort lay in a chair, and beside him were several hooded Death Eaters, completely oblivious to the cross above their heads.

Instead, he knelt beside him in fear:

"The host. Do you really want to be born again with Muggle lowly blood?

This. This will contaminate your"

Voldemort lazily opened his eyes a little, their scarlet eyes glittering in the sunlight with palpitating colors.

"Bella. Do you feel the same way? ”

Bellatrix let out a shrill laugh and stared sarcastically at the 'companions' lying on the ground:

"Master, you are stronger than any bloodline. Your will is the supreme law, and what you use is up to you.

Even Muggle blood will be noble for your choice! ”

"Bella. You're still so loyal, and I love your answer."

Voldemort smiled in satisfaction, and he closed his eyes again, his voice soft, but clearly audible in the specially structured chapel:

"Go, my servants. Go and get the ritual stuff ready. ”

The Death Eaters stooped out of the Great Hall, the heavy wooden doors vibrating with a heavy slamming door, and sunlight shining through the dust in the air revealed clear pillars of light.

A giant snake crawled out of the shadows in the corner and twisted its way down the back of the chair, enjoying the warmth of the sun with its owner.

"Nagini yes, you smell that disgusting smell of them, disloyalty. That's right, that's right. ”

Voldemort struggled to reach out his misshapen fingers, and Nagini leaned his head over so that his master could touch him.

"Hiss hiss hiss~"

"Of course, there are loyal servants, Bella. Barty still has a few more, but none of them are loyal to me because of the so-called pureblood supremacy.

It's because I'm strong! ”

Voldemort let out a hoarse and ugly laugh:

"Although I never admit my past, don't they know? Of course you know, but what about knowing?

If a weak man were to carry the banner of pure-blood supremacy, would these cunning pure-blood families treat them the way they would treat me?

They want purebloods, and I'll give them purebloods."

Nagini swallowed the red letter, looked at the cross floating in the sky, and raised its upper body curiously, the letter swallowed more and more often.

"Want to try it? Go ahead. Go ahead, my darling, you're different."

As if given some order, Nagini's neck flexed and ricocheted like an arrow, and the snake's snout opened 180 degrees, revealing its foul-smelling fangs like curved hooks, and bit down the priest's neck.

"Uh-huh"

The priest writhed in pain, but the tear of his trachea only made him let out a strange scream, and large strands of blood spurted out of his veins, and the priest struggled less and less.

Perhaps because the priest's blood was not to his taste, Nagini was like a bloody snake, meekly creeping back beside Voldemort.

"So. Nagini, only power is eternal! ”

It was like a rain of blood in the chapel, and under this bloody feast, Voldemort used the last strength of his weak body.

There was an extremely harsh and arrogant laugh:

"Hahahahaha

In the midst of this laughter, the doors of the auditorium were opened again.

The Death Eaters watched as hell as they saw them, and silently moved in the ritual objects.

Penny and Dudley struggled desperately, but the two of them who were bound by the spell could only blink their eyes even if they used all their strength, and Dudley's fat face was full of fear, and he didn't understand what was happening.

I don't know who is in front of me.

Tears were silently dripping down Penny's cheeks, and she didn't know what was waiting for her.

The Death Eaters erected a massive cauldron and erected a pillar to tie Petunia to it, and as for Dudley, the Death Eaters casually tossed him aside after giving him a Diamond Heart Charm as a greeting gift.

If it weren't for the great Dark Lord's command that they must wait for that idiot Harry Potter to come and torture him in front of him, this disgusting, lowly fat kid would have been killed long ago.

Maybe the guy who released the bondage spell was a little damp, and with Penny's desperate struggle, the spell was actually lifted.

Petunia watched as Dudley remained motionless on the ground, with only a pained expression on her face.

Her heart felt like someone had been thrust into it with a knife, and it writhed violently.

"Don't touch my child! You freaks! ”

The Death Eaters' hands paused, and they looked up at Penny who looked like he was crazy, and one of them suddenly raised his hand to untie Dudley, and then added a Diamond Heart Charm.

"Ah————————!h

In Penny's blurred teary eyes, Dudley let out a scream like never before, like a caterpillar cut in the middle, making all sorts of weird poses that he couldn't normally do.

Dudley felt his internal organs burn, his bones turned to powder, his eyes rolling wildly in his skull, and he wished to stop...... I wish I had passed out...... Dead ......

In the extreme pain, Dudley's tears and saliva welled up together, covering his entire face, and he slammed his head desperately against the wooden chair, as if this would relieve his pain.

"Mommy, Mommy! Mom—"

Dudley cried out Penny's name, still twisting.

Penny felt her blood boiling, her body trembling, her eyes bursting with anger, and tears mixed with blood dripping down her cheeks.

She was like a lioness guarding her cubs, her hair was disheveled and she roared:

"********, you lowly maggots, cockroaches who only hide in the shadows, Vernon will come to our rescue—"

In disgust, Bella gave Penny another petrification charm, as if she had heard some of the funniest jokes:

"Vernon, that Muggle?"

The Death Eaters burst into laughter, but soon they shut their mouths again, and bent down in fear as the dreaded Dark Lord raised his hand;

"Let's get started—"

Bella was busy, and the liquid in the cauldron seemed to heat up quickly.

Not only did the surface begin to boil, but sparks erupted, as if it were burning.

The steam grew thicker and thicker, and even a faint mist began to disperse throughout the church.

In a few moments, the entire surface of the water flashed with sparks, as if it were adorned with diamonds.

Bella carefully rotated the armchair, and Petunia gave a frightened look to a curled baby.

Penny swears she's never seen anything uglier than it!

It had no hair, its body seemed to be covered with scales, its skin was dark and red, like wounded tender flesh, its arms and legs were thin and soft, and its face—no living child had such a face—was a flattened serpent's face, with a pair of glittering red eyes.

Bella held it as if she were holding some rare treasure she loved, carefully placing it into the cauldron, and with a hissing sound it sank.

Penny thinks that normal people throwing it in like this must be like boiled chicken breast, but she knows what these are, and they are ordinary people - oh yes, they are called Muggles, wizards who can do anything in the eyes of Muggles.

Bella was talking, with endless fanaticism, as if presiding over this ceremony was the honor of her life!

She raised her wand and said, "Father's bones, unintentionally donated, can regenerate your son!" ”

I saw a piece of bone on the communion table, which had been brought out of the depths of the church, float up like a feather and fell into the crucible.

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

Bella drew a long, thin, silver dagger, and her expression became more and more fanatical: "The flesh of the servant—self-voluntary donation, may make —your master—reborn." ”

She stretched out her right hand—without the slightest hesitation—and gripped the dagger tightly with her left hand, swinging it toward her right.

Bella let out a muffled grunt, followed by a disgusting thud, she looked in pain, but bit her lip and said nothing.

The potion turned fiery red, and the bright light even overshadowed the sunlight...

Penny then became frightened, because she found that Bella had come to her:

"Hatred - the blood of the enemy...... Forced to give ...... can make your enemies ...... Resurrection. ”

Petunia struggled desperately to break free from the ropes that bound her, and as the silver dagger fluttered in the woman's single hand, Petunia thought she was aiming for her heart.

But she soon realized that she had guessed wrong, and even though her face was sweating in pain, the woman still showed a vicious smile and slashed Penny with a knife until half of Penny's face was a mess and bloody.

She shuddered and took out a small glass bottle from her pocket and placed it next to the wound, and a small amount of blood flowed into the bottle.

Bella staggered over to the cauldron and poured it in. The liquid in the crucible immediately turned a dazzling white.

She completed her task, fell to her knees by the crucible, and waited in silence.

The cauldron was about to boil, and the diamond-like sparks splattered outwards in all directions, so bright and dazzling that everything around them turned into a black velvety color.

The water of the cauldron spun rapidly, a gust of wind gushed out of the cauldron, and the huge organ in the church suddenly sounded on its own.

The solemn organ sounded irregularly, and the priest hanging upside down on the cross was blown by the wind, and the remaining blood flowed.

Blood flowed from the holy white marble floor, winding down the steps.

On the huge stained glass behind the pulpit, the statue of the Virgin lowers its eyes and watches silently in front of it.

Suddenly, the spark on the crucible went out. A puff of white vapor rose from the cauldron.

Then a man's figure slowly stood up from the crucible, tall and thin, like a skeleton.

He threw his head up, turned his back to the crowd, and opened his arms.

The bleeding cross, the pool of blood on the ground, the serpent that seemed to tempt Eve and Adam to eat the fruit of wisdom, the image of the Virgin, the sound of the organ.

The result is a grotesque and impactful picture.

"Demons. Demon! ”

Penny trembled with fear, and in her opinion, it was as if the demon king of hell had come to earth, and he was going to turn the whole world into the one that burned with fire. Hell!

The Death Eaters slowly knelt on the ground with awe-struck eyes, and pressed their foreheads to the ground, not daring to make the slightest move.

"The Great Dark Lord. Congratulations on your return! ”

Bella stood up and clumsily clothed the figure with one hand, her eyes glazed over.

The thin man stepped out of the crucible, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if enjoying it all.

What a face this is? Pale than a skeleton, with two large red eyes, a nose as flat as a snake's snout, and two thin slits in its nostrils......

Voldemort lowered his arms, as if admiring his 'flawless' body. His hands were like large pale spiders, and his long, slender pale fingers caressed his chest, arms, and face; The red eyes were brighter in the dark, and the pupils were two slits, like a cat's eyes.

He raised his hands and moved his fingers with an ecstatic expression, his surprisingly long fingers reaching into a deep pocket and drawing a wand.

"Bella. My most faithful servant. Voldemort will not be unkind to his faithful servant"

Bella shook her head frantically, with only admiration and fanaticism in her eyes: "No, master, I don't need anything in return, I am only willing to follow you, and I can give my life for you at any time!" ”

"I know, of course I do." Voldemort lifted Bella in his arms, raised his wand, and danced in the air, drawing a band of light like molten silver on the head of the wand.

At first it had no shape, then the band of light twisted and became a glittering human hand, as bright as moonlight, but brighter than moonlight.

It flew down on its own, resting on Bella's bleeding wrist, but it turned into something similar to a black glove, except that the glove seemed to have a little starlight on it, and it was extremely beautiful.

Bella began to cry again, sobbing admiring her newbie, and muttered, "Thank you, master, this is so beautiful, so beautiful."

Voldemort glanced contemptuously at the Death Eaters who were prostrate in front of him, not daring to move.

Ever since Bella and the others escaped from prison, the cunning Death Eaters had guessed something, and they had moved into action and gathered together once again to escape their punishment

But so what?

As long as they are always so strong, the Death Eaters will always be loyal!

He sat lazily in the huge armchair, Nagini obediently around him:

"Bella, my servant, go. Go finish our plan and bring Harry Potter to me! ”

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Raise and raise, readers, please open an automatic subscription!! The kid chased down the silly. Of course I know that this kind of plot has to be done in one go, and I really don't have time, I'm busy like a dog.

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