Chapter 316： resurrection

"Master, I have handed Harry Potter into your hands." Little Batty said in a mixed tone of humility and fanaticism, the whole person bent his waist down like a shrimp, looking at his face If Voldemort stood there at this time, he would kiss Voldemort's feet without hesitation.

"Very good. You will get an unexpected reward." The snake-faced baby hissed, as if it were a snake. "Take me over and let me see our guests."

Little Batty took the baby version of Voldemort without hesitation, when a gust of wind blew off the hood of the little wizard, revealing a wretched face. Peter really went after Voldemort after escaping Azkaban.

The package containing Voldemort was lifted to Harry in front of Little Batty, and then a hissing sound came from the package.

"How great this prey is, we have prepared for half a year in order to obtain him. Fortunately, our raid time is well grasped, and the goal was reached unexpectedly smoothly." Voldemort said with emotion.

Variously Voldemort's voice turned cold: "Now, what are you waiting for here?"

After hearing this, Peter quickly walked away with his waist, and after a while a heavy stone crucible was pushed out from behind a small mound. The crucible seemed to be completely filled. When it moved, he could hear the liquid inside. Splashing sound. The potion in the pot is concentrated in a large amount of expensive medicinal materials and is as clear and transparent as water. If this pot of potion is scrapped, even Voldemort himself needs to make another pot for at least three months, which is still Did not count the effort to collect materials before.

After putting the pot in place, Wormtail scratched the bottom of the crucible with a wand. Suddenly a crackling flame popped under the crucible. This pot of rare and expensive potions was quickly boiled with the help of flames, and its surface jumped frantically, even splashing sparks from time to time, as if burning. The surrounding steam became thicker and thicker, and the figure of the worm tail looking after the flames became blurred. The sharp, cold voice came from the fog again.

"It's now, hurry up."

With a serious expression, Little Batty untied the swaddle in his hand as a holy thing. Exposed that dark red skin, without a trace of hair, a limb deformity and a monster with a flat snake face with red eyes.

But little Bati showed no trace of disgust, he gently held the monster like he held the most precious treasure in the world. Then he lifted this guy up and put it smoothly into the crucible that was boiling and sparking.

Voldemort's resurrection drama is about to begin.

To be precise, this is not a resurrection. This resurrection does not exist in this Harry Potter world. Only those high-magic worlds are likely to give birth to this completely anti-sky skills.

What Voldemort is doing now is not so much a resurrection as it is to remake a body for his weak broken soul. After all, Voldemort, who made the Horcrux, was not dead, and naturally it was impossible to resurrect.

The two Voldemort's running dogs present showed a surprised look, because even the most recognized white wizard Dumbledore had no way to resurrect, so that he regretted taking his sister to death for a lifetime. In this case, the drama of Voldemort's death and resurrection naturally made these two Death Eaters adore, for example, Peter was already agitated and unstable at this time.

But the little buddy in charge of the ceremony was more reliable than the original Peter-at least he did not shake his hands when removing the clay pot from a stump. He tapped the pot with his wand. "Father's bones were inadvertently donated to regenerate your son!"

It seems that Voldemort had dug up his father's grave, but this did not bring him any psychological pressure. Digging a grave is nothing compared to killing a father's family by hand.

With his recitation, a small ray of dust flew out of the jar and fell gently into the crucible. The diamond-like liquid surface ruptured, hissed, sparks splashed, and the liquid turned into a bright blue color, which at first glance gave people the feeling that this liquid was absolutely highly toxic.

After using it, Little Batty carefully put away the jar. Of course, this is not the Muggle father who respects Voldemort, but because this medicine is also a limited amount of the father's bone. In case Voldemort needs it again next time, this thing will come in handy again. Anyway, there is not much ashes used in a potion. The amount remaining in the jar is estimated to be enough for Voldemort to use it ten times or eight times.

After checking that this step was correct, Batty did not hesitate to roll up his sleeves and reach above the crucible. Then he said in a firm tone, "The servant's meat, donated voluntarily, will regenerate your master!" Then the other hand drew the dagger from the leg and cut it violently. There was no slight pain in Batty's face, but he watched his arm fall into the pot with a martyr's ecstasy.

The blue medicament turned fiery red, and at the same time a strong light was emitted outward. The dwarf star Peter has been completely conquered by this scene. He knelt down there in front of the pot, without knowing what he muttered.

Little Batty first sealed the wound on his arm with a spell, then he approached Harry with a dagger and a crystal bottle. Just as he came to Harry in preparation for the knife, a clay pot suddenly flew out of the woods next to him and hit Peter kneeling beside the pot.

Soon a green flame enveloped him, making him scream and tumbling on the ground. At the same time, runes simmering in Voldemort's crucible also appeared one rune to block the approaching flame, but the barrier formed by these runes quickly shook under the lick of the green flame, and it did not seem to support too Long time.

"No!" Batik Crouch roared, and when he was about to turn back to rescue the crucible, he heard an angry voice from the pot, "Now finish the ceremony, hurry!"

Suddenly, a blade of shadow hit the rope tied to the tree stump, and the rope broke off. Harry fell suddenly to the ground. Harry was awakened by the impact, he didn't care about sorting the collar that had been turned up to cover his mouth and nose because he fell to the ground, and after seeing everything in front of him, he subconsciously kicked the little Batty who came to him with a dagger Knee.

Batti stood unsteadily after hitting a foot, but swooped forward and hugged Harry at the command of the master. Then his mouth gnawed at Harry's face directly across the clothes.

Just as he chewed up, Little Batty felt as if he had broken Harry's teeth. A salty sweet smell flowed into his mouth.

"Ah!" Just as Batty planned to take advantage of the victory to get Harry's blood ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Another shadow blade flew over. Perhaps the attacker was worried about hitting Harry who was holding him, and the sharp blade just flew diagonally from his leaking leg, and directly removed his left knee below the knee.

Little Batty showed a sad and crazy look, and then yanked down the clothes blocking Harry's face and bit directly. There was a deep wound on Harry's face.

"The blood of the enemy-the enemy ... was forced to give ... to make your enemy ... resurrected." After reading the spell, the little **** little Crouch raised his head and spit out a spit of blood red saliva. He came out and flew directly into the crucible under the blessing of magic.

At this time, another blade of shadow flew over, and Harry was horrified to see the little Batty's head rolled down. A few seconds later, he heard the voice of a strange little girl behind him. "You, run with me quickly."

With Harry's **** spit flowing into the pot, the light and dark flame immediately lit up, the crucible was about to boil, and the diamond-like Mars splashed out, bright and dazzling, making everything around Black velvet color.

Although this practice makes the ceremony imperfect, it can even be said to be a bit shameful. But the blood of the last enemy was also considered a pot. Even though Lin Zhong shot several sharp blades made of black shadows, they were stopped by the white mist from the pot.

Finally, a man's black figure slowly rose from the crucible, tall and thin, like a skeleton.

Voldemort was resurrected.

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