In the gloomy cemetery, the crows are calling 'wow~', and the air with a hint of coolness is sucked into the lungs, which makes people feel excited.

"I don't think it's a competition. Hermione's face was more serious than ever, her right hand clutching her wand tightly, ready to face any danger that might arise.

"There's a statue!" Cedric pointed to a statue not far away, and stepped along, walking in his footsteps.

Hermione and Harry hurriedly followed.

"Pull out your wand, it's extraordinary!" Hermione said to Harry.

Harry nodded, holding his wand in his hand, the real touch calming his nerves a little. At least, you still have a wand in your hand!

The three of them walked to the statue and were about to take a look, when there was a sudden sound of 'rustling~' on the grass not far away, and the three of them quickly turned their heads to look over.

"Who is it?" Cedric pointed with his wand pointing at a dark shadow walking in the other direction.

They couldn't see the man's face clearly, but judging by his gait and the posture of his arms, the man seemed to be holding something. He was of small stature and wore a hooded cloak that covered his face. A few steps closer - the distance between them was shrinking, and Harry could see that the man was holding something like a baby - or just a bag of clothes?

"Don't come here, stand there biedong!" Cedric shouted loudly.

However, when he got the black shadow, he didn't listen to him and stopped, but still walked towards this side.

"Zhanzhu, or I'm going to attack!" Cedric shouted nervously. Harry and Hermione, behind him, had already pointed their wands at the shadow.

The shadow was still approaching—just when there were only seven or eight meters left between the two, the shadow's arm seemed to move.

"Avada suo!"

The bright green magic beam shot directly at Cedric, who was standing at the front, and the death curse was about to hit Cedric, but at this moment......

"Avada suo!"

A coquettish cry came from behind Cedric, and a bright green magic beam directly hit the previous magic beam of the same color, and the two magic beams collided together in mid-air, and immediately exploded.

"Hermione!" Harry's eyes widened in disbelief what he was seeing.

Hermione, her best friend, used a death curse!

"Harry. Attack!" Hermione didn't explain. Instead, she shouted at Harry, and she herself cast a second spell at the shadow.

"Divine Blade Shadowless, Change!"

"Avada suo!"

"Broken bones!"

Cedric, who had just walked around the Ghost Gate, stood there in a bit of a panic, not even knowing when the wand in his hand had fallen to the ground.

'Bang~!'

Suddenly, two magical beams of light rolled upside down and struck Harry and Hermione. Both of them flew upside down.

"Out of body!"

A Imperius curse struck a stunned Cedric. In an instant, his eyes turned to dead ash. It's as if all intellect has been lost.

Backwards, Harry's back slammed into the statue.

By this time, the dark shadow had already approached, and he waved his wand in his hand. The scythe in the statue's hand held Harry in his hands.

"You can't escape!" Wormtail came out of the darkness, he looked at Harry Potter in front of him with a grim smile, "This is fate, you can't hide, you can't escape!"

"It's you!" Harry looked at Wormtail in surprise, how could he not recognize this guy.

However, Wormtail ignored him this time, only to see him turn his head to look at Hermione, whose wand was knocked away, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and then he quickly calmed down.

Harry struggled a few times as he found himself unable to break free no matter what, when he saw Wormtail walk into the darkness again, he didn't know what Wormtail was going to do, but he had a premonition, and the scar on his forehead began to hurt hotly.

Suddenly... He heard a sound at his feet, and when he looked down, he saw a large snake swimming in the grass, circling around his tombstone.

The wheezing sound of Wormtail's wheezing sounded again, as if he was pushing something heavy. Then he came into Harry's line of sight and shoved a stone cauldron underneath the grave. The cauldron seemed to be filled with water - Harry heard the splash. The cauldron was larger than all the cauldrons Ha had ever used, and could accommodate an adult to sit in it.

The things in the baggage on the ground moved more vigorously, as if they were about to break free. Wormtail busily scratched the base of the cauldron with his wand. Suddenly, a crackling fire burst out from under the cauldron. The serpent swam into the darkness.

The liquid in the crucible seemed to heat up quickly, and the surface not only began to boil, but also burst into sparks, as if it were burning. The steam became thicker and thicker, and the figure of the tail of the insect watching the fire became blurred, and the burden moved more urgently.

Harry heard the sharp, cold voice again.

"Quick!"

Now the entire surface of the water is sparkling, as if it is adorned with diamonds.

"Burn it, master. ”

"Now......" said the grim voice.

The worm's tail ripped open the burden on the ground, revealing what was inside. Harry let out a scream, but was smothered by something stuffing in his mouth.

It was as if the worm's tail jerked open a rock, revealing a slimy, eyeless and ugly thing - no, it was a hundred times more terrible than that. The thing that Wormtail was holding looked like a curled up baby, but Harry had never seen anything more like a baby. It had no hair, and its body seemed to have scales, and its skin was dark and red, like wounded tender flesh. Its arms and legs were thin and limp, and its face—no living child has such a face—was a flattened serpent's face with a pair of sparkling red eyes.

The thing looked completely incapable of taking care of itself, and it raised its thin arms. Wrap your arms around the neck of the worm's tail. Wormtail held it in his hand. Just then the wormtail's pocket fell, and Harry saw the look of disgust on his pale and weak face in the firelight. Wormtail carried the thing to the edge of the cauldron, and for a moment Harry saw the splash of water on the potion's surface illuminate the evil flat face. Wormtail put the thing in the cauldron, and with a hissing sound, it sank. Harry heard the soft sound of its limp body touching the bottom of the cauldron.

Let it drown, Harry thought, his scar burning almost unbearable, please...... Let it drown......

Wormtail was talking, his voice trembling, as if he had lost his nerves. He raised his wand. Close your eyes. Said to the night sky: "Father's bones, unintentionally donated, can regenerate your son!"

The grave cracked open at Harry's feet, and Harry watched in horror as a small wisp of dust rose into the air at the beckoning of the worm's tail. Gently fall into the crucible. The diamond-like liquid surface cracked. Sizzle. Sparks flew and the liquid turned bright red and blue, and it was clear that it was poisonous at first glance.

The worm's tail is whimpering. He drew a long, thin, silver dagger from his cloak. His voice suddenly turned into a sobbing of utter fear: "The servant's flesh is self-voluntary donation. You may make - your master - born again. ”

He stretched out his right hand, the one that had lost a finger, and then grabbed the dagger tightly with his left hand and swung it towards his right.

It took a second for Harry to realize what Wormtail was up to, he closed his eyes tightly, but he couldn't stop the scream that pierced the night sky and pierced Harry's body, as if he had been stabbed with a dagger as well. He heard something hit the ground, heard the wormtail's painful gasps, followed by a disgusting thud and something being thrown into the cauldron.

Harry didn't want to look at it...... But the potion turned fiery red, and a bright light shot into Harry's closed eyes......

Wormtail gasps and moans in pain. As the painful breath squirted into his face, Harry realized that Wormtail had come to him.

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

Harry couldn't stop it, the statue behind him trapped him, the scythe that held him around him was incomparably hard...... He struggled desperately to break free from the ropes that bound him, and he saw through his eyes the silver dagger fluttering in the one hand of Wormtail. He felt the tip of the dagger stab into the crook of his arm, blood running down the torn sleeve of his robe. Still wheezing in pain, Wormtail's tail shuddered and took the dagger stained with Harry's blood and walked over to the cauldron.

He shook the dagger vigorously, and the blood on the dagger suddenly dripped a few drops and fell into the crucible. The liquid in the crucible immediately turned a dazzling white.

Wormtail finished his task and fell to his knees beside the cauldron, leaning and slumping on the ground, holding his bleeding severed arm wheezing and sobbing.

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.

"I wish it had drowned. Harry thought, "I hope it won't work out."

Suddenly...... The spark on the crucible was extinguished. A puff of white vapor rose from the cauldron, obscuring everything in front of Harry. He couldn't see the worm's tail, he couldn't see Cedric, he couldn't see Hermione not far away, he could only see a white expanse of water...... Definitely not successful...... It drowned...... Please...... Please let it die......

Then, through the white mist in front of him, he creeped to see the black figure of a man, tall and thin, like a skeleton, slowly rising from the crucible.

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

Wormtail sobbed and groaned, still protecting his stump arm, and hurriedly grabbed the black robe from the ground, stood up, and put one hand over his master's head.

The thin man stepped out of the cauldron, his eyes fixed on Harry......

Harry saw the faces that had been in his nightmares for three years, paler than skeletons, with two large red eyes, a nose as flat as a snake's, and two thin slits in the nostrils......

Voldemort finally ...... Resurrected!

Voldemort looked away from Harry and began to examine his body.

His hands were like big pale spiders, his long, pale fingers caressing his chest, arms, and face, and his red eyes were brighter in the dark, and his pupils were slit, like the eyes of a cat.

He raised his hands and moved his fingers with a delighted expression, ignoring the tail of the worm that had fallen to the ground and bleeding and twitching, or the great serpent. It swam back at some point, hissing around Harry.

Voldemort slipped his surprisingly long fingers into a deep pocket. Draw a wand. He stroked his wand as well, then raised it to the tail of the worm and lifted him off the ground and threw him onto the tombstone where Harry was tied.

Wormtail fell to the tombstone, where he collapsed and wept. Voldemort turned his bright red eyes to Harry and let out a cold, shrill smirk. The robe wrapped around the severed arm of the worm's tail was soaked in blood.

"Master......" Wormtail choked, "Master...... You promised...... ...... you promised"

"Stretch out your arms. Voldemort said lazily.

"Oh, master...... xiexie you, the host ......"

He stretched out his bloody severed arm, but Voldemort sneered again. "It's not this one. Worm tail. ”

"Please, master...... I beg you ......"

Voldemort bent down, pulled Wormtail's left arm, and pulled his sleeve up to his elbow.

Harry saw something on the skin. It was like a bright red tattoo - a skeleton spitting a snake out of its mouth. It's the same graphic that appeared in the Quidditch Shijie Cup: the Mark of the Dark Magic.

Voldemort scrutinized it. Completely ignoring the uncontrollable sobs of the worm tail.

"It's back," he whispered, "and they'll all notice it...... Right now. We'll see...... We'll know ......."

He pressed his long, pale index finger to the arm of the worm's tail. The pain in Harry's forehead was sharp again, and Wormtail let out another wail.

Voldemort took his finger away from the worm's tail sigil, and Harry saw that the sigil had turned pitch black.

Voldemort had a cruel smug look on his face. He straightened up, tilted his head, and scanned the dark graveyard.

"How many people would have the guts to come back after feeling it?" he muttered, glowing red eyes staring at the stars in the sky, "and how many would be stupid not to come?"

He began pacing back and forth in front of Harry and Wormtail, occasionally scanning the cemetery, sometimes focusing on Hermione, who had fainted not far away.

After about a minute, his gaze fell on Harry again, his snake face contorted into a cruel smile.

"Harry Potter, you are standing on my father's bones. He hissed softly, "He's a Muggle-plus...... Just like your own mother. But they're all useful, aren't they? When you were young, your mother died protecting you...... I killed my father, you see, how useful he came in after his death......"

Voldemort laughed again. He paced back and forth, glancing around, the snake still scurrying around the grass.

"See that house on the hillside, Potter? My father lived there. My mother, a wizard, lived in this village and fell in love with him. But when she revealed herself, he abandoned her...... My father didn't like magic ......"

"He left her and went back to his Muggle parents, before I was born, Potter. My mother died in childbirth when she gave birth to me, and I grew up in a Muggle orphanage...... But I vowed to find him...... I took revenge on him, the man who gave me the same name as his...... Tom Riddle ...... he continued pacing, his red eyes scanning back and forth from grave to grave.

"Listen to me, listen to me remember my ......family history," he whispered, "ah, I'm a little sad...... But look, Harry, my real family is back......"

The air was suddenly filled with the sound of cloaked pawns. Between the graves, behind the cedar trees, there were sorcerer's apparitions in every dark place. They were all hooded and had their faces covered.

One by one, they came over...... Walk very slowly, cautiously, as if you can't believe your eyes.

Voldemort stood there in silence as one of the Death Eaters fell to his knees, crawled up to Voldemort, and kissed the hem of his black robe.

"The host...... Master......" he called in a low voice. The same was true of the Death Eaters behind him, each of whom crawled to Voldemort's side on their knees, kissed his robes, and then stepped aside, stood up, and silently formed a circle in the middle, encircling Tom Riddle's grave, Harry, Voldemort, and the sobbing and twitching Wormtail.

But there are still some gaps in the circle, as if waiting for others to join. Voldemort, however, no longer seemed to expect someone to come. He looked around at the hooded faces, and although there was no wind, there seemed to be a slight rustle in the circle, as if the circle was shivering.

"Welcome, Death Eaters," Voldemort said calmly. "Thirteen years...... It's been thirteen years since we last assembled. But you still answer my call as you did yesterday...... That is, we are still united under the Dark Mark!, right?"

He lifted his hideous face, opened his two slit-like nostrils and sniffed.

"I smell guilt," he said, "and there is a stench of guilt in the air." ”

The circle shuddered again, and it seemed that everyone wanted to step back, but did not dare to move.

"I see you, healthy and sound, and the magic is as fast as ever—so swift!—I ask myself...... Weishenme, these sorcerers have not come to help their masters, to help them who have sworn eternal allegiance?"

No one spoke. No one dared to move. Only the worm's tail fell to the ground. Holding his bleeding arm and sobbing.

"I replied to myself," Voldemort whispered, "that they must have believed that I was not going to do it, and that I was finished." They slipped back into the midst of my enemies. Saying that he is innocent. In the dark. Fall for the sorcery ......"

"I asked myself, but they believed that I wouldn't make a comeback? Didn't they know that I had taken measures to prevent death a long time ago? Didn't they have seen me prove my potential countless times when I was stronger than any wizard?"

I replied to myself. Perhaps they believe that there is a stronger Liliang that can defeat Voldemort...... Perhaps they are now loyal to others...... Maybe it's the leader of the Lower Ribas, the protector of the Mudbloods and Muggles, Albus Dunbley?"

Hearing Dumbledore's name, the members of the circle stirred, and some people muttered and shook their heads.

Voldemort ignored him.

"It disappoints me...... I admit I was disappointed...... "One of the people in the circle suddenly fell to the ground, he was prostrate at Voldemort's feet, shaking from head to toe.

"Master!" he cried, "Master, forgive me!

Voldemort sneered and raised his wand.

"Drill the heart and cut the bones!"

The Death Eater who fell to the ground writhed and screamed in pain.

Harry was confident that the sound would reach the surrounding houses...... Call the police, he thought desperately...... No matter who it is...... Anyway......

Voldemort raised his wand, and the tortured Death Eater lay flat on the ground, panting.

"Get up, Avery," Voldemort whispered, "stand up. You ask me for forgiveness, and I won't forgive. I won't forget. Thirteen long years...... I want you to pay off your debt for thirteen years, and then I will forgive you. Wormtail has already paid off some debts, isn't it, Wormtail?"

He looked down at Wormtail, who was still sobbing.

"You returned to me, not out of loyalty, but out of fear of your old friends. You deserve to endure this, Wormtail. You know that, don't you?"

"Yes, master," Moaned Wormtail, "please, master...... I beg you ......"

"But you helped me get my body," Voldemort said indifferently as he watched Wormtail sobbing on the ground, "and though you are a despicable traitor, you helped me...... Voldemort will not treat those who have helped him......"

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

It flew down on its own, resting on the bleeding wrist of the worm's tail.

Wormtail suddenly stopped sobbing, and his breathing was heavy and harsh. He looked up at the silver hand in disbelief. It fits seamlessly into his arm, as if he were wearing a dazzling glove.

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

"My lord," he whispered, "master...... It's so beautiful...... xiexie you ...... xiexie you ......"

He crawled over on his knees and kissed Voldemort's robes.

"May your loyalty never waver again, Wormtail. Voldemort said.

"No, my master...... Never, my host ......"

Wormtail stood up and joined the circle, with tears on his face, looking at his powerful novice repeatedly.

Voldemort walked towards the man to the right of Wormtail.

"Lucius, my cunning friend," he said in a low voice, pausing before the man, "I have heard that you have not renounced your past deeds, in spite of your sanctimonious face before the world. I'm sure you're still willing to take the lead in torturing Muggles, right? But you never went looking for me. ”

"The hosts, I have been very attentive. Lucius Malfoy's voice quickly came from under the hood, "If there is any signal from you, any rumor about your whereabouts, I will rush to your side at once, and nothing will stop me-"

"But last summer when a faithful Death Eater launched my marker into the air, you escaped. Voldemort said lazily.

Mr. Malfoy shut up suddenly.

"Yes, I know that, Lucius...... You've let me down...... I hope you will serve me more faithfully in the future. ”

"Of course, host, of course...... You are magnanimous. xiexie you ......"

Voldemort took two steps. Stopped, and looked at the space between Malfoy and the man next to him—big enough space for two people.

"The Leicesters should be standing here," Voldemort whispered, "but they were buried alive in Azkaban. They are loyal. They would rather go to Azkaban than turn their backs on me...... When Azkaban was breached. The Leicesters will be rewarded in ways they never dreamed of. Dementors will join us...... They are our natural allies...... We will recall the expelled giants...... I will get back all my faithful servants. Regain a group of magical creatures that everyone fears......"

He continued to walk around. Walked past some of the Death Eaters without making a sound, stopping in front of others.

McNeil...... Wormtail tells me that you're destroying dangerous beasts for the Ministry of Magic, and that there will be something more for you to destroy soon. McNeil, Voldemort will provide ......"

"Xiexie you, the host...... xiexie you. McNeil muttered.

"Ah~!"...... Voldemort walked up to the two largest, hooded figures.

"Crabbe...... You're going to be a little better this time, aren't you, Crabbe? And you, Goyle?"

The two bowed awkwardly and muttered stupidly.

"Yes, host......"

"Yes, master......"

"What about you, Notte?" Voldemort whispered to a hunchbacked man shrouded in Mr. Goyle's shadow.

"Master, I prostrate before you, I am your most loyal—"

"Enough. Voldemort said.

He walked over to the largest gap and looked at it with hollow red eyes, as if someone were standing there.

"There are six Death Eaters missing here...... Three died for me, and one didn't have the guts to come back...... There will be a price. The other, I think, is leaving me forever...... Of course he will be put to death...... There is one who is still my most loyal servant, who has returned to my service. There was a small commotion among the Death Eaters, and Harry saw the masked men secretly exchanging glances.

"He's at Hogwarts, my loyal servant, and thanks to his efforts, our little friend is here tonight......" A circle of eyes turned to Harry.

"Yes," Voldemort's lipsless mouth curled into a smile, "Harry Potter is here for my regeneration party." We might even call him my special guest. ”

There was silence.

Then the Death Eater to the right of Wormtail's stepped forward, and the voice of Lucius Malfoy came from under the mask.

"Hosts, we were eager to know...... I beg you to tell us...... How did you accomplish this...... This miracle ...... Come back to us......"

"Ah, it's a long story, Lucius," said Voldemort, "and the beginning and the end of this story are all about this little friend of mine. ”

He lazily walked over to Harry, and the eyes of the whole circle fell on the two of them, and the serpent continued to wander there.

"Of course you know, they say this boy is my nemesis, right?" Voldemort whispered, his red eyes staring at Harry, Harry's scar hurting so much that he almost screamed, "You all know that I wanted to kill him the night I lost my magic and my body. His mother died trying to save him - inadvertently giving him some kind of protection, which I admit I did not expect...... I can't touch the boy. ”

The cold tip of Voldemort's long, pale finger touched his skin, and his head ached as if it were about to explode. Voldemort chuckled in his ear, removed his finger, and continued to speak to the Death Eaters.

"Friends, I admit I miscalculated. My spell was blocked by the woman's foolish sacrifice and bounced back to myself. Yes...... It hurts more than anything. Friends, nothing can resist it. I have been stripped of my flesh, worse than a ghost, worse than the humblest of geistins...... But I'm alive. What I am, I still don't know...... I, the one who has gone farther than anyone else on the road to eternal life. You know my goal - to conquer death. Now that I've been put to the test, it looks like at least one or two of my experiments worked...... Because I didn't die, even though that spell was deadly. However, I was as powerless as the weakest creature, unable to help myself...... I don't have a body. And every spell that can help me requires the use of a wand......"

"I remember the days and nights when I couldn't close my eyes. I just forced myself to live over and over again, second by second...... I hid in a distant forest and waited...... My loyal Death Eaters will surely find a way to find me...... Someone will surely come and give me back a physical body with magic that I can't do on my own...... But I waited in vain......"

The circle of Death Eaters shuddered again.

Voldemort let the terror escalate in silence before continuing, "I only have one magic left. I can be attached to someone else. But I didn't dare to go to a crowded place. Because I know the Aurors are still looking for me. I sometimes attach myself to animals - snakes are certainly my favorite ones - but on them I am not much better than being a pure ghost. Because their bodies are not suitable for magic...... And my possession has shortened their lifespan, and they don't live long......"

"Later...... Four years ago...... There seemed to be hope for my resurrection. A young, stupid, gullible wizard walked into the forest where I was staying, and I happened to bump into it. Oh. It seemed like a dream opportunity...... Because he was a teacher at Dumbledore's school...... He's easily at my mercy...... He brought me back to the country, and later I attached myself to him, closely monitoring him and guiding him in carrying out my orders. In fact I jihua succeeded, Harry Potter...... The boy who never died...... Voldemort's nemesis...... He couldn't stop me, I got the Philosopher's Stone......"

"But ......"

Voldemort turned sharply, "Dumbledore, this cunning old fellow has a stone that has almost exhausted his energy to deceive me, I have not recovered, and I still need to hide and live a life of survival." ”

Voldemort seemed to have been holding back for too long, he had so many things to say in his heart, and he wanted someone to hear everything he wanted to say, obviously...... There's no better person to talk to than a group of henchmen who won't interrupt themselves.

Particularly...... There's also a Harry Potter here!

"Potter, everyone thinks you're my nemesis, but who knows it's all because of your damn mother, without whom there wouldn't be a boy who wouldn't die!" Voldemort sneered, a chill chilling across his ugly face.

Harry's eyes widened as if he were about to eat someone.

He does not allow anyone to slander his mother, not anyone!

"Huh?" Voldemort was about to say something, but he suddenly closed his mouth and slowly turned to look in a certain direction behind him.

There, a figure was slowly approaching.

"Oh~!Voldemort, my old friend, you're so boring!"

Before the sound arrived, Voldemort heard the voice, and the previous spirit disappeared in an instant.

"Lin, my esteemed friend, I'm glad you can come here, you're about to see how the great Dark Lord will exterminate the boy who won't die!" Voldemort said loudly with his arms outstretched.

"Really?" Lin Xiao walked from the darkness, he glanced at Harry who was trapped on the statue, his gaze moved to the side, Zuihou landed on Hermione who was lying on the grass.

His face turned cold, and Lin Xiao snorted coldly. With a thought, Hermione and her wand flew to his place.

When Voldemort saw this, he couldn't help frowning, and his eyes glanced strangely at the worm's tail on the other side.

At this moment, Wormtail's face was very ugly, he shivered and lowered his head, and his legs kept shaking, as if he would fall to the ground weakly at any moment.

Lin Xiao reached out to catch Hermione, his finger on the center of her eyebrows, and a trace of spiritual power extended into it.

Quietly, Hermione slowly opened her eyes.

She first looked around blankly, and then found Lin Xiao holding herself.

"Ah......h

Hermione was about to open her mouth to shout the word 'teacher', but Lin Xiao shook her head in advance.

He was who he was, and Hermione knew who he was. He also knew his purpose here, but Harry didn't know that in order to avoid the estrangement between Harry and Hermione because of this incident in the future, Lin Xiao did not intend to reveal his identity.

"Who did it?"

Lin Xiao raised his head, and his gaze fell on Voldemort's body.

In fact, of course he knew who did it, including everything that happened before. But he just doesn't say it, he just wants to use the topic to play.

Voldemort's face was very ugly, but Lin Xiao's strength made him dare not make a mistake, even if his current Liliang was not inferior to his former peak, he could still smell the strong aura of death on Lin Xiao's body.

He is definitely not Lin Xiao's opponent. Voldemort could only bow his head at this time.

"Wormtail!" Voldemort shouted in a cold voice.

Wormtail's body shuddered. He walked this way step by step, and each step seemed as if he had exhausted all his strength.

Finally, when he came here, Lin Xiao's mind moved, and a huge coercion descended on him.

"Ah~!"

A scream. Wormtail lay directly on the ground with a painful face. The whole body sank into the dirt.

Harry looked at the scene suspiciously. I don't understand why Weishenme, the guy who suddenly appeared, should be Voldemort's friend, why did he suddenly attack that worm tail?

And it looks like he did it because of Hermione, did Hermione have anything to do with him?

Come to think of it. Harry's eyes couldn't help but look at Hermione who was standing next to Lin Xiao, with a look of doubt in his eyes.

"Lin, Wormtail didn't mean it!" Voldemort saw Wormtail's appearance, after all, he was able to resurrect with the help of Wormtail, and letting Lin Xiao punish Wormtail in front of him would obviously chill other subordinates, so Voldemort had to stand up and say a few words for Wormtail.

"It's just a small punishment. Lin Xiao said nonchalantly.

He retracted his momentum, and his gaze fell on Voldemort again.

"My old friend, I'm not here today to celebrate your return, but to tell you something. Lin Xiao said.

"What's the matter?" Voldemort asked.

Lin Xiao smiled and said, "Some time ago, I met with a speaker of the Dark Council, and we had a very pleasant chat, and he has promised me that he will fully support all matters related to our Demon Sect's entry into Europe. Of course, as a condition, our Demon Sect will be an ally of the Dark Council from now on. ”

Voldemort's face changed, and he seemed to have a premonition that something unpleasant was about to happen.

"He heard that I knew Mr. Voldemort, so he asked me to do me a little favor, Mr. Voldemort, would you like to guess?" Lin Xiao looked at him with a smile, but the chill in his eyes made Voldemort feel fear.

"Lin, what the hell are you trying to say?" Voldemort's hand holding his wand worked harder.

"Recently, the three branches of the Dark Council in Europe have been discovered by the Holy See, and they are very annoyed. Lin Xiao said, "The first to be discovered was the branch in Germany, and not many people knew about this branch, but the only person who was not a member of the Dark Council was Mr. Voldemort." ”

"Any idea what that means?"

"I didn't divulge anything about the Dark Council!" Voldemort's pale face seemed to grow a little paler.

"Tut-tut~~~!" Lin Xiao shook his head, "You can't say that, as long as it is a possible object, the Dark Council will not let it go, as the latest ally of the Dark Council, as the young sect master of the Demon Sect, I have the obligation to help complete this little thing." ”

"Avada suo!"

Voldemort thought that he knew that Lin Xiao was not here to congratulate him today, but to kill him, so he didn't say anything anymore, and directly shot a death curse at Lin Xiao.

"This little trick can't hurt me!" Lin Xiao shook his head and sneered, and with a move of his footsteps, he dodged Voldemort's death curse, and at the same time he drew his wand with lightning speed......

"Comet Strike!"

A blue magical beam with a blood-red glow hit Voldemort's body accurately, and the terrifying Liliang exploded instantly.

With a bang, Voldemort's newly recovered body flew upside down and smashed a boulder behind him, plunging directly into the ground.

"Whew~!"

Blowing on the tip of the wand, Lin Xiao had a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and walked towards that side step by step.

As for the Death Eaters...... Do you still expect them to dare to make a move against Lin Xiao, you must know that they have just seen the scene of Lin Xiao killing Voldemort in one move, even if they borrow 10,000 guts, they don't dare to make a move.

'Boom~~~~!'

The gunpowder smoke and gravel parted to both sides in front of Lin Xiao, revealing the black shadow that was curled up below.

"The eighty percent powerful comet blow is really powerful!" Lin Xiao secretly smacked his tongue and looked at Voldemort, who had fallen to the ground with serious injuries, and secretly glad that he didn't get confused for a moment and went all out, if that was the case, Voldemort would probably cause a puddle of flesh.

With a wave of his hand, Voldemort under the pit immediately flew up and landed in front of Lin Xiao.

"You, come and carry your master on my back and follow me. Lin Xiao stretched out his hand and pointed at the insect tail.

Wormtail shuddered with palpitations, and did not dare not agree, and ran over to catch the badly injured Voldemort with the weakness in his body.

"As for your ......," Lin Xiao's gaze fell on those Death Eaters...... "Hermione, what do you say should be done?"

Lin Xiao suddenly changed his head and asked Hermione over there.

"Ahh

"That's right, it's you. Lin Xiao nodded, "You say, let it go or kill it, I will listen to you, I can be regarded as a favor from Jax." ”

As smart as Hermione, where would he not be able to hear the meaning of Lin Xiao's words.

The next moment, she said almost without thinking:

"Kill!" (to be continued......)