"Father's bones, accidentally donated, can make your son regenerate!"
After putting Tom's father's ashes into the crucible, it was Peter Pettigrew's turn. He pulled out a long, thin, shining silver dagger from his cloak, and his original whimper turned into a cry of fear.
Sobbing.
"Your servant... your servant's flesh is donated... voluntarily... to make your master reborn!"
As he spoke, Peter Pettigrew used the dagger in his hand to cut off his hand that was missing one finger. The screams pierced the night sky, and Harry was so frightened that he closed his eyes.
As the severed hand fell into the pot, Wormtail also treated the wound on his severed hand. After adding the severed hand, the soup base of the crucible also turned fiery red and emitted a strong light.
Next, it was time to add the sauce, the blood of Harry, Voldemort's enemy. Wormtail endured the pain and walked to Harry's side.
"The blood of your enemies...is forced to be sacrificed...to bring your enemies...back to life!"
As he spoke, Wormtail raised the dagger in his hand and made a large cut on Harry's hand. Just when he took out the glass bottle in his arms and was about to catch Harry's blood, Rolf took action.
.
As soon as Rolf waved his wand, the blood flowing from Harry's hand floated and flew directly into the crucible. The wound on his hand made by Wormtail also disappeared at the same time.
"Okay, let's wait for your master's return."
After saying that, Rolf leaned against the tree again and fell into silence without saying a word. Peter Pettigrew knelt down next to the crucible and collapsed to the ground, holding his own broken bones that were no longer bleeding.
The arms are wheezing and sobbing.
Harry watched as the cauldron began to boil and sparks flew, but not long after, the sparks in the cauldron went out. Then a white smoke rose from it, and a skeleton-like figure appeared in it. "Get me dressed!"
A cold, sharp voice came out from the white mist, and after Wormtail heard the voice, he immediately got up, picked up the black robe wrapped around him, and put it on his master's head.
Up.
As the skeleton-like figure walked out of the white mist, Harry saw the face that had often appeared in his nightmares for the past three years. It was paler than the skeleton, with two big red eyes, and a nose as flat as a snake's nose.
The nostrils are two thin slits...Voldemort is resurrected.
After Voldemort stared at Harry for a while, he began to examine his body again. He used his pale and slender arms to stroke his body like a spider, slender white fingers grazing his chest, arms, and face, and then nodded with satisfaction.
Nod.
This made his red eyes appear brighter in the darkness. He raised his hands high with an ecstatic expression, ignoring Wormtail who was writhing in pain at his feet.
And Rolf looked at all this with an expressionless face, as if everything that happened had nothing to do with him. However, in fact, he was the catalyst for all this. With the death of Crouch Jr., he became
He found the only person who could send Harry here, and he did so.
However, Voldemort did not pay attention to Rolf at this time. Instead, he took out a wand from his robe. After gently stroking the wand in his hand, he pointed it at Peter Pettigrew on the ground.<
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With Voldemort's slight wave, Wormtail, who was originally lying on the ground, flew up out of thin air and fell to Harry's feet. The wound on Wormtail's arm that had been treated collapsed again, and blood spurted out.
Soon his clothes were soaked into red.
"Master...you promised..."
"Reach out your hand..."
"Thank you, Master..."
Looking at the bloody severed arm stretched out by Wormtail, Voldemort sneered and said:
"Not this one."
Then he squatted down, pulled up Wormtail's other arm, and rolled up his sleeve to his elbow, revealing the dark mark hidden on his arm.
It was a bright red tattoo design, with a snake spitting out of a skull's mouth. After Voldemort stared at the mark for a while, he pressed his slender pale fingers on the tattoo.
Following his movements, Harry's forehead felt severe pain again, and Wormtail also let out a painful cry. When Voldemort lifted his finger from the tattoo, the original bright red mark had turned black.<
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Voldemort had a proud expression on his face, and silently glanced at Rolf, who was leaning against the tree. Rolf acted as if he didn't see Voldemort's little moves and allowed him to perform. p>
"After feeling it, how many people have the guts to come back? And how many people are stupid enough not to come?"
As Voldemort spoke, he kept pacing in place, and glanced around his target from time to time. Finally, he rested his gaze on Harry, with a cold smile on his twisted snake face.
"Harry Potter, you are standing over the bones of my father. He was a Muggle and an idiot... just like your mother. But they all had their uses, didn't they? When you were little, your mother
I died protecting you... I killed my father, you see, he also came in handy after his death..."
Voldemort's words made Harry's eyes widen. This was the first time he heard that Voldemort personally admitted that he killed his mother. It also made him learn another thing, that is, his mother was...
Die protecting him.
Harry glared at Voldemort with utter hatred. He wanted to go over and fight him to the death, but was unable to do anything because his body was tied to the tombstone.
But Voldemort's next words made him even more surprised and angry, that is, Voldemort actually killed his own father and used his bones as potion materials for his own resurrection.
"See that house on the hillside, Potter? My father lived there. My mother was a wizard who lived in this village, and she fell in love with him. But when she revealed who she was, he actually
Abandoned her! My father doesn’t like magic..."
"He left her and went back to his Muggle parents, before I was born, Potter. Then, my mother died in childbirth, so I had to live in a Muggle orphanage.
Growing up. But I swore that I must find him. Then, I took revenge on him, on the person who gave me the same name as him... Tom Riddle..."
"Wait, you said, your name is Tom Riddle?"
"Yes, Tom Riddle. When you rearrange the letters of this name, you will get a brand new name: Voldemort..."