Pettigrew first got up and bowed to Voldemort before carefully ripping off the baggage, revealing its contents.Harry wanted to exclaim, but the coal in his mouth was too big and absorbent, and he only felt parched.Voldemort in the baggage was a slimy, eyeless ugly thing at this point.It looked a little like a curled up baby, with all fours cragged over his chest, but Harry had never seen anything more like a baby.It had no hair, and its body was covered with fine scales, the kind of dark red scales, which looked like skinless flesh in the darkness of the night.Its arms and legs were thin and limp, and even its face was a flattened snake face with a pair of glittering red eyes, which had been eyeing Harry before.The thing looked completely incapable of taking care of itself, but raised its thin arm and put it around the servant's neck.Pettigrew held it on his shoulder, but the expression on his face was strange, as if he was holding some kind of treasure, but the treasure had just been fished out of the dung pit.Peter's face was a mixture of greed, disgust, fear, and excitement, and Harry had never imagined that human expressions would be so many, so messy.Carrying the little monster to the edge of the cauldron, the boiling potion lit up the monster's evil face, and with a hissing sound, the baby suspected of Voldemort sank, and Harry even felt like he could hear the soft sound of its body touching the bottom of the crucible.'
Drown it, burn it to death, kill it any way. ’Harry was cranky.His scar burned so much that it was almost unbearable, his wand was falling in the distance, he was so distraught that he couldn't make a sound, he could only pray that whoever helped, whether it was God or Merlin.Pettigrew circled the cauldron a few times, his voice trembling, and he spoke as if he had lost his nerves with fright.He raised his wand, closed his eyes, and said to the dark clouds in the night sky, "Father's bones, donated unintentionally, can bring your son back to life!"
”The grave cracked open at Harry's feet, and he watched in horror as a wisp of ashes rose into the air at the call of the Death Eaters and fell gently into the cauldron.The crystal ball-like liquid in the crucible cracked, and the green light changed color in an instant, and the liquid first turned bright red, then quickly turned into an eerie blue, and gradually mixed into purple, the color that would make people feel poisonous at first glance.Pettigrew whimpered, and he trembled as he pulled out a dagger from his cloak, and his voice changed to sobs: "The flesh of the servant, donated voluntarily, let the master be reborn." ”He stretched out his right hand, which had lost a finger, and then gripped the dagger tightly with his left hand and swung it towards the crook of his elbow.Harry realized what Wormtail was up to, and he quickly turned his head and closed his eyes, but he couldn't stop the screams that pierced the night sky from piercing into his head.He heard something fall into the water, a disgusting, sticky 'poof'.The light around him changed again, and from the crucible erupted a flame-like light, and a pillar of light hit the low-hanging dark clouds, and Harry's eyelids couldn't stop the bright light, and he could see a bright red with his eyes closed.Pettigrew rolled around on the ground a few times, wailing in pain, but he didn't dare to delay the time, but got up as quickly as he could, and walked towards Harry with his dagger."
Hatred, the blood of the enemy!
Forced to give!
Resurrect your enemies!
”Harry couldn't have resisted, he was completely tied to the tombstone.He tried to break free, but he couldn't move anything but his fingers and toes.He could only watch as the traitor approached step by step with a dagger in hand.But when the boy found a ready-made wound on his leg, instead of stabbing him with a dagger, he pulled out a small glass bottle from his pocket and placed it next to Harry's thigh, and a small amount of blood flowed into the bottle.He took Harry's blood and turned his head back to the cauldron and poured the red liquid into it.Immediately, a dazzling white light erupted from the cauldron, and then the white light began to turn black again.I don't know if it was tears of joy or what's going on, the Pettigrew who had completed the task knelt down next to the crucible, holding his bleeding severed arm and crying.The cauldron boiled, black sparks splashed in all directions, and for the first time Harry knew that darkness could be so dazzling, and it turned everything around it into a black velvety color.Suddenly, the light on the crucible went out, like a Muggle pressure cooker, and with a bang, a stream of white vapor rose violently from the crucible!
Harry couldn't see Wormtail or Voldemort anymore, and the sudden dimming of the bright light made him lose all of his vision.However, after a dozen seconds, his eyes gradually became accustomed to the darkness, or perhaps the hot smoke had cleared a lot, and Harry saw a white figure standing in the extinguished cauldron, tall and thin, like a skeleton."
Give me a change of clothes."
The cold, shrill voice said in the pot.Wormtail quickly wiped his face with his broken arm, and hurriedly grabbed the burden from the ground with his intact arm and unfolded it, which turned out to be a tattered black robe.But he still held him like a national treasure, stood on tiptoe, and put it on his master's shoulder.The thin man stepped out of the cauldron, his snake-like eyes staring at Harry, the red light had faded, but they were still not human eyes, bloodshot almost all the whites of the eyes, only the long vertical pupil in the center like a deep well.Voldemort's face was paler than a skeleton, and his nose?
There is no such organ at all, and instead there are two thin slits on the lips.The lightning flashed again, and the rain poured down, his white bald head glowing wet.Harry swallowed, knowing that his previous prayer had failed, that Voldemort might have died a long time ago, but now he was resurrected!
The Dark Lord looked away from Harry and began to examine his body.His hands were like big pale spiders, slowly crawling over his chest, shoulders, face, and those snake eyes appeared brighter in the darkness.Upon examination, Voldemort's expression became ecstatic, ignoring the tail of the worm that had fallen to the ground and bleeding and twitching, and the serpent.The snake swam back at some point, hissing around Harry.Voldemort dug into his robes and drew a wand.He stroked his wand again, as if recalling the rhythm of his spell casting, and then he raised his wand and pointed it at the worm's tail, grabbing him off the ground with a levitation charm and throwing it next to the tombstone where Harry was tied.Pettigrew fell to the tombstone and slumped there crying: "Master, you promised me" "Stretched out his arm. ”Voldemort absentmindedly bowed his head and played with his wand, as if reminiscing about the joy of unleashing his magic for the first time since his resurrection."
Oh, master!
Praise to you, great host!
”Pettigrew stretched out his severed arm, which was still dripping blood, and wanted his master to help him recover it, but Voldemort sneered again, "Not this hand, idiot!"
”"Please, master!"
Voldemort, however, lost patience and bent down on his own, pulling Wormtail's left arm and pulling his sleeve up to his elbow.Harry, who was tied up on the side, saw a tattoo on Pettigrew's left arm, a skeleton spitting out a snake, the same Dark Mark that appeared in the Quidditch World Cup.Voldemort looked at it carefully, his expression growing ecstatic, and he didn't know what he remembered."
I'm back, huh."
The Dark Lord muttered to himself, looking up in revulsion and closing his eyes in the rain: "People will notice it, it's time to start my wonderful plan." ”With that, he pressed his pale index finger to the tattoo, and the black tattoo suddenly turned bright red like a soldering iron.The pain in Harry's forehead was sharp again, but Wormtail screamed one step earlier than the boy, and screamed even more miserably.It was a few seconds before the Dark Lord removed his finger from the Wormtail's mark, and Harry saw the mark turn back to pitch black.Voldemort heard his men screaming, and there was only a smug expression on his face, as if he was showing off his knack for making people suffer.He straightened up and embraced the dark sky with his arms outstretched, scanning every tombstone in the cemetery."
I'm curious."
A moment later, Voldemort touched the rain on his bald head, and his glowing eyes stared at Peter, who was crying endlessly, as if asking him, as if asking himself, "I have sent out a summons, so how many people will come to see me?"
And how many people would be stupid not to come?
”However, he never expected to get any answer, but laughed maniacally a few times as a self-answer.Then he walked slowly towards Harry with the arrogant steps that his six relatives did not recognize