v2 Chapter 698： Evil magic

After the black stuff was stuffed in, Harry couldn't make a sound, only to struggle.

But it was useless. His hands and feet were tied and he had completely lost his ability to move.

His body couldn't help but tremble, and the man in the cloak began to reach out and explore it.

He could hear the rapid and slight breathing in the hood, and Harry continued to resist. The man hit him.

Uneasy and insulting mixed up, Harry did not know what to say.

Evan hurriedly hugged him from behind, letting him calm down, not struggling to resist, which simply didn't make sense.

They can't do anything now, they can only wait with peace of mind, waiting for Voldemort's return...

The other party was busy checking the ropes tightly. After confirming that Harry had been **** and couldn’t move, he looked at Ai Wen along the rope and hesitated for a moment. He might think that Ai Wen was just a The little girl who was scared of stupidity would not hinder the next magic, so she did not care for him.

He kept the two people in the grass, and then, without saying a word, he hurried away.

Behind Harry, Ai Wen lifted his head hard and passed through the thick mist. He saw a stone scorpion in front of them.

Voldemort was just under the shackles, and in the baby-like baggage, he was restless and eager to move.

Harry also looked at it, fear and despair spread in the body.

His scars were burning and he was sore. He suddenly realized that he didn't want to see anything in the bag. He didn't want the bag to open...

The terrible thing is about to happen, and he suddenly realizes that he and Gabri may be dying here.

Like Cedric, who just died, then the body was taken by an evil vampire to experiment...

In the next second, Ai Wen heard a sound at his feet and looked down. He saw a big snake swimming on the grass.

It slipped over to the two, spit the letter, and looked at Evan and Harry as if they couldn't help but swallow them.

There was a groaning sound inside the bag, and the serpent retreated a distance and was not willing to spin around them.

The man in the cloak began to fill the sputum and could hear the splash of water.

This stone is very large, bigger than all the cockroaches that Avon has ever seen, and can accommodate an adult sitting inside.

The things in the bag on the ground moved more vigorously, as if to break free.

Suddenly, the squeaking green flames slammed and the evil jumped in the flames.

The liquid in the cockroach seems to heat very quickly, and the surface not only starts to boil, but the sputum emits a spark, like burning.

The steam is getting thicker and thicker, the surrounding fog becomes more intense, and the man who looks after the flames becomes blurred.

The bag was moved even more urgently, and they heard the sharp, cold voice of Voldemort.

"fast!"

Now the entire surface of the water is flashing with sparks, like diamonds.

"Burn it, master!" The man's voice couldn't help but tremble, as if he was afraid of death.

"Now..." said the cold voice.

He pulled the baggage from the ground and revealed what was inside.

In front of Ai Wen, Harry gave another scream, but was stuffed with something in his mouth.

Ai Wen looked at the front and looked at it.

The baggage was opened, as if it had slammed a stone, revealing a slimy, ugly thing without eyes.

No, it’s more terrible than this, a hundred times terrible!

Voldemort's current shape is like a deflated baby, but nothing more than a baby.

It has no hair, and the body seems to have scales, dark and red, like tender meat.

Its arms and legs are thin and soft, its face...

No living child has such a face, a flat snake face with a pair of sparkling red eyes.

It looked completely unself-care, and it lifted its thin arms and held the man's neck in front of him.

At this time, the man's head fell off, you can see the pale and weak face with fear and uneasiness, and a trace of madness, he is glory for the resurrection of Voldemort, this is enough to go down in history Evil magic!

He hugged Voldemort to the edge of the coffin, and the splash of water on the surface of the potion illuminated the evil flat face.

Then, Voldemort was put into the shackles, and with a snoring, it sank.

Even if there is a distance, he can still hear the soft sound of his soft body touching the bottom.

"Begin!" Ai Wen muttered, holding the wand tightly inside his hand.

Harry was also constantly praying and drowning.

The scar on the forehead is almost unbearable, and I beg you to drown it...

The man began to talk, and the low voice was shaking, as if he was being scared.

He raised his wand, closed his eyes and shouted, "The father's bone, inadvertently donated, can regenerate your son!"

In the baggage on the ground, a small amount of dust responded to his call and rose into the air, gently falling into the raft.

The diamond-like liquid surface ruptured, creaking, sparking, and the liquid turned into a bright red blue, which was toxic at first glance.

Ivan once asked Lupin and Sirius to find the grave of Voldemort's father, but before that, the things inside had been taken away by Voldemort, leaving only a tombstone that was destroyed. When Voldemort met a vampire in the forests of Albania, he was already planning the plan.

Before that, the man’s body was shaking with the flames, and he paused for a while.

Then he pulled a long, thin, silvery dagger from the cloak, his voice twisting in trembling.

"The servant's flesh is donated by voluntarily, and your master can be born again!"

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

Both Avon and Harry closed their eyes subconsciously. In the painful screams and voices, they heard a disgusting plop, the dagger fell to the ground, and then something was thrown into the coffin, it was that The human arm is **** and fuzzy.

Ai Wen saw a similar description in countless black magic books, but never thought about seeing it.

This is the most evil and horrible ritual beyond the evil magic in the general sense.

Harry was also in pain, trying to get thin air into his lungs.

The dagger that the man swung down was like stabbing him.

In the middle of it, the potion turned into a red flame, and they glared their closed eyes...