Chapter 317： I am back!

"Hi! My head hurts! What the **** is going on!"

Harry's hand was covering the scar on his forehead, and he curled up in the weeds and twitched constantly.

In the distance, a tall figure is struggling to stand up, and strangely, his body is constantly getting smaller as he stands up, until he has turned from a big man two meters away into a normal body shape. .

And farther away, there were fires and sharp screams.

The scream seemed to remind the figure. He turned his head back to look at the flames, then screamed, turning his head and rushing towards Harry like crazy.

The instinctive Harry wanted to escape, but his body didn't listen to it and didn't move.

Then, a sharp blade pierced Harry's arm and pulled it out fiercely. In an instant, blood spurted out of the wound like a fountain.

The pain regained his mobility. He screamed and crawled on the ground, trying to stay away from the attacker.

But this didn't help at all. The man caught up with Harry in two steps, and used the mud-stained hands to continuously wipe the blood from Harry's wound onto his body and face!

‘What is he doing? Is he a vampire? ’

Harry thought so, and his heart was terrified. He thought that today might be his time to die.

However, just when Harry was desperate, he saw the man wave his wand, and there was a wave of spatial distortion in the air, and the man disappeared in an emergency!

……

"Die! Voldemort!"

Accompanied by Mike's roar, the huge, fierce snake head slammed and bit the small swaddle on the ground.

A smile appeared on Mike's face. He had already foreseen the next scene.

Voldemort, the legendary wizard who once stunned the situation will die again and become ashes under his calendar fire curse!

However, an accident occurred.

At the moment when the fiery python was about to swallow Voldemort, the space in front of the infant suddenly twisted, and in an emergency, accompanied by the crackling explosion, a blood-covered, embarrassed figure appeared on the grass. Hugged the baby!

"Master! I'm here!"

On the grass, Little Batty was talking softly and softly. Above his head, the fire python leaped towards him with his mouth open.

"Take me away! Hurry up!"

The hoarse voice came from the baby, the voice was a bit weak and hurried, and it made Batty feel distressed!

"I understand! Master!"

Little Barty responded to Voldemort, while waving his wand in his hand, ignoring the confusion of the magic in the body caused by the instant apparition, once again forcibly apparated!

After a while, Batty hugged the swaddle and landed safely, but as soon as he landed, Batty knelt on one knee.

The magic power in his body is going crazy, the violent magic power has been completely out of control, constantly destroying his body!

"Hahaha... uh"

A burst of laughter came from the baby, but the laughter stopped immediately.

Because Voldemort suddenly discovered that Barty's Apparition didn't take him far away.

They are still in the small cemetery!

"What are you doing! Fool! Why not spread it farther!"

Listening to Voldemort's hysterical scream, the **** face of Little Batty burst into a brilliant smile!

"You can't run away anymore! You are the supreme Dark Lord! Our master! Your honor is above all else!" Little Batty said as he took out something from his arms, it was a black bone. The bones of Voldemort's father, "Don't worry, Master! You will be resurrected! Your most loyal servant will not let you down!"

After that, Little Batty stood up strong and ran towards the boiling cauldron not far away.

And Voldemort in his arms seemed to know what would happen next, and finally he was quiet.

……

The fire python finally rushed down, and its intangible body disintegrated into countless flames the moment it hit the ground. The flames mixed with cursing power raged on the ground like liquid, swallowing everything. .

It's just that Mike's real target, Voldemort, was moved away by that person with a continuous apparition!

"Do not!"

Mike's powerful mental power rushed toward the surrounding like spring water, and he found the person's position again in a flash.

That person didn't even flee with Voldemort directly, but took him to a distance, a cauldron!

wrong! Cauldron?

He is going to perform a ritual to revive Voldemort!

Mike's blue pupils shrank suddenly that day!

"Kill them!"

Accompanied by Mike's roar, the fierce fire raging on the ground reunited, forming a larger and more ferocious two-headed python, which flew towards the target that was in front of a big pot.

The flames raged extremely fast!

It only takes a few seconds to catch up with Voldemort and the man in this small cemetery. I don’t believe that the resurrection ceremony can be completed in such a short time by killing Mike!

The fact is also true. Before Little Batty got close to the cauldron, the ferocious flames and two pythons attacked again!

The skyrocketing flame illuminates this small cemetery, and also illuminates the desperate face of Batty.

The next moment, they will be swallowed by fierce fire!

However, the accident happened again!

"All curses are over!"

Along with the coming of several old voices, a holy white light suddenly rose up around the cemetery and was spreading.

A surprised expression appeared on Mike's face, but he reacted urgently and directed the two-headed fire python to continue rushing towards Little Batty.

It's a pity that the white light spreads extremely fast, and the entire cemetery has been firmly enclosed before the fire python can speak.

In an instant, the white light flourished!

Under this holy white light, the terrifying two-headed fire python melted quickly like ice and snow in the sun, turning into nothingness!

"fk!"

Mike cursed fiercely, and then holding the holy sword, the wind speed curse was fully opened and continued to rush towards Little Batty.

He must not let Little Batty complete the resurrection ceremony. Once completed, the once terrifying Voldemort will return again!

In the shadows in the distance, five rickety figures came out.

They all wore black robes and different masks on their heads.

Among them, a black-robed man wearing an eagle mask glanced at the galloping Mike, turned his head and asked in a somewhat surprised old voice:

"My eyes don't have flowers? That should be..."

"It can't be wrong! He released the fierce fire curse just now!" A black-robed man wearing a brown bear mask replied with gritted teeth, "He must be that McTorley!"

Another person wearing a raccoon mask next to 　　 said:

"What a coincidence! I didn't expect to meet him here!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" The wolf head mask pulled out the wand, "Kill him! Revenge for our master!"

"What about the task?"

asked with the monkey mask spread out his hands.

The others in black robes heard the words, glanced at each other, and then laughed and rushed towards Mike.

After a long time, their slightly sarcasm voice floated along the wind into the ears of the masked man.

"Go to his mission!"

……

Looking at the five black robe masked men who suddenly appeared, Mike's heart slowly sank.

He can see that the magic level of this group is quite high, otherwise they would not be able to cast all spells so quickly that they would destroy their own calendrical python.

If they were with Voldemort, then their battle today is likely to fail.

Everything can't stand the chanting. Just as Mike thought about it, four people in black robes screamed and rushed towards him, charging, and even throwing spells at Mike.

The running Mike frowned, looked at the little Batty who was already close to the pot, and used his magical perception to feel the dense curse barrage. He gritted his teeth and propped up a layer of armor protected by three layers of armor. The transparent shield composed of body curses, while holding the hilt of the sword of victory and oath in his left hand, he threw it in the direction of the pot!

The next moment, the dense curse hit Mike's shield like raindrops. The shield that Mike put up with all his strength was supported by the four people's fire for two seconds, and it turned into an instant. Nothingness.

At this critical juncture, Mike's pupils shrank suddenly, his wrists turned, and a transformation technique quietly hit the ground beneath him.

"Crack!"

There was a crisp sound, and a deep crack suddenly appeared on the ground under Mike, and Mike fell under his feet, but at the same time he escaped the curse of the four black-robed men.

"Oh? There are two brushes?" The wolf head mask sneered and said, "But you are dead today!"

After 　　 said, he cooperated with the others to release the curse into the cracks in the ground again.

But what they didn't notice was that not far from them, a terrifying life was slowly recovering!

……

"Master! Patience! It will be done soon!"

Batty gritted his teeth and ran toward the boiling pot with a grim expression. While running, he was still comforting Voldemort in his arms.

"Ha! Although I don't know who those guys wearing masks are, they are really kind, and they helped us block that guy!"

Little Batty's words did not receive any response. Voldemort, who was tightly held in his arms, seemed to be dead, without saying a word.

But Little Batty didn’t care. Looking at the huge iron pan in front of him, his face, which was stained with Harry’s blood, became more and more red. I saw that he had no intention of slowing down at all, and rushed towards the pan After passing by, at the same time, my mouth began to chant frantically:

"Father's bones, donated unintentionally, can regenerate your son!

The blood of the enemy, forced to donate, can revive your enemy!

At last! Servant's meat! Voluntary donation (tremolo) can regenerate your master! "

After 　　 finished speaking, little Batty hugged Voldemort in the swaddle and jumped into the cauldron!

Batty’s face has a peaceful smile, Azkaban’s prison life, his mother’s sacrifice, his father’s torture, these things torment his spirit all the time.

He has long wanted to live.

The only thing that has allowed him to persist until now is that he firmly believes that his master, the supreme Voldemort, will return!

That's not bad.

I am already very tired.

It’s also very good to sacrifice myself and let my master return...

Thinking like this, the little Batty in midair closed his eyes.

"Puff!"

Little Batty’s scrawny body fell into the pot, causing a burst of spray.

The boiling pot boiled even more intensely after the addition of Barty and Voldemort, and screams came from it, paired with the skull formed by the translucent steam from the pot in the air. This scene is like a nightmare!

Gradually, the screaming sound coming from the pot became clearer and clearer, and there seemed to be something about to come out of the churning liquid!

However, the next moment, a long sword shining with golden light flew from a distance, carrying infinite power and instantly smashed the whole pot into pieces...

With the explosion of the pot, the liquid in it was exploded everywhere.

It is strange that the liquid turned into a black mist before it hit the ground and gathered.

In the distance, the wolf head mask looked at the black mist that was condensed together, and then looked at the four partners who were still desperately throwing the curse into the crack, and the throat squirmed.

Immediately afterwards, the black mist in front of him suddenly thinned, and slowly, a tall and thin figure emerged from it.

Seeing this, the wolf head mask can no longer bear the fear in his heart.

He screamed, waved the wand in his hand vigorously, and used Apparition to escape from here.

And with the appearance of that tall and thin figure, the black mist that had been thinned a lot did not dissipate.

They gathered together, like a dark robe, worn by the man.

An inexplicable heart palpitations rose from the hearts of the four masked men, who instinctively turned their heads and looked in the direction of the tall and thin figure.

And under the moonlight, they saw a face that was not human...

That face is paler than a skeleton, with two big eyes red, the nose is flat like a snake, and the nostrils are two slits...

Voldemort, resurrected...

Something called fear is spreading in the hearts of the four of them. They stared at the familiar and unfamiliar man in front of them in a daze. The trembling body was so stiff and unable to move.

Voldemort, moved.

He stepped barefoot on the ground full of ashes, bent down, and picked up a magic wand on the ground.

That's Batty's wand.

took the wand in front of him, Voldemort's hand touched the tortuous wound on it, extremely gentle, as if he was afraid that he might hurt it if he tried too hard.

"Little Batty..."

A trace of sadness appeared on Voldemort's expressionless face, and he called his servant's name in a voice so soft that only he could hear it.

However, no one responded to him.

Voldemort was silent. The wand in his hand seemed to sense the anger of his current master and began to tremble slightly.

After a long time, Voldemort's eyes became cold again.

In the horrified gazes of the four masked men, Voldemort raised his wand high, and a bright green light shot from the tip of the stick, rushing into the sky, forming a huge skull, and there was this huge ferocious in the skull's mouth. The python is slowly crawling out!

"I am back!"