He was busy checking whether the rope was tied tightly.
After making sure that Harry was tied up tightly and unable to move, the man took out a black substance from his cloak and roughly stuffed it into Harry's mouth.
Then, without saying a word, he hurried away.
Harry couldn't make a sound and couldn't see where the man had gone.
He couldn't turn his head to look behind the tombstone, he could only see the scene directly in front of him.
The bundle that Harry assumed was the baby was nearby, under the grave.
It seems restless.
Harry stared at it, his scar burning with pain again.
He suddenly realized that he didn't want to see what was in the bag, let alone... open it!
"What exactly is in there?"
Harry's heart was filled with fear and uneasiness.
suddenly.
Harry heard a sound near his feet and looked down.
A big snake was snaking on the grass, circling his tombstone.
Whoops! Whoops!
Heavy breathing sounded.
The man pushed a heavy stone cauldron into Harry's eyes. The cauldron was filled with water.
This cauldron is big enough for an adult to sit in it.
The things in the bundle on the ground moved more vigorously.
The man quickly drew his wand on the bottom of the crucible.
Crack!
A fire broke out under the crucible.
The big snake swam into the darkness.
The liquid in the crucible seemed to heat up very quickly. Not only did the surface begin to boil, but sparks shot out, as if it were burning.
The steam became thicker and thicker, and the figure of the man tending the flames became blurred.
The baggage moved more quickly.
As Harry became more and more uneasy, he heard a sharp and cold voice.
"quick!"
It comes from that baggage!
After a while.
The entire surface of the water was sparkling with sparks, as if studded with diamonds.
The man said.
"It's ready, Master."
"Now……"
said the cold voice.
The man tore open the bundle on the floor and revealed what was inside.
When Harry saw it, he screamed in fright, but it was muffled by the stuff in his mouth.
That's a slimy, ugly thing without eyes, no, it's even scarier than that!
A hundred times scarier!
The thing the man carried looked like a curled-up baby, but Harry had never seen anything less like a baby.
It has no hair, its body seems to have scales, and its skin is dark and red, like injured tender meat.
Its arms and legs were thin and soft, and its face was like no other living child.
It was a flat snake face with a pair of sparkling red eyes.
The man took it in his hands and put it into the crucible, where it sank with a hiss.
Harry heard the soft sound of its body hitting the bottom of the cauldron.
Let it drown!
Harry thought.
The pain in his scar was almost unbearable.
Please... let it drown!
The man began to speak, his voice trembling, as if he was out of his mind with fear.
He raised his wand, closed his eyes, and said to the night sky.
"Unintentional donation of your father's bones can regenerate your son!"
The tomb is cracked.
A small wisp of dust flew out of the tomb and landed softly in the crucible.
The diamond-like liquid surface burst, hissing and sparks flying.
In an instant, the liquid turned bright blue, and it was immediately obvious that it was extremely poisonous.
Harry saw the man whimpering.
He pulled out a long, thin, shining silver dagger from his cloak, and his voice suddenly turned into a sob of extreme fear.
"Your servant...'s flesh, voluntarily donated by you, can make...your master reborn!"
He stretched out his right hand, the one missing one finger.
Then……
Hold the dagger tightly with your left hand and swing it towards your right hand.
Poof!
Harry didn't want to look and quickly closed his eyes.
But the potion turned fiery red, and strong light shone into his closed eyes...
The man was gasping and moaning in pain.
When the painful breath hit his face, Harry realized that the man had arrived in front of him.
"Hate, the blood of your enemy... forced to give... can bring your enemy... back to life."
What is he going to do?
Harry struggled desperately, but he was tied too tightly.
Poof!
The tip of the dagger pierced his arm.
Blood dripped down the torn sleeves of the robe.
The man, still panting in pain, tremblingly took out a small glass bottle from his pocket and placed it next to his wound. A small amount of blood flowed into the bottle.
He staggered over to the cauldron with Harry's blood and poured it in.
The liquid in the crucible immediately turned dazzling white.
The man completed his task and knelt down next to the crucible. His body tilted and he collapsed on the ground, holding his bleeding broken arm, gasping and sobbing.
The crucible is about to boil, and diamond-like sparks are flying everywhere.
It was so bright and dazzling that everything around it turned into a black velvet color.
"It won't work! It must have drowned!"
Harry had one last hope in his heart.
He had already vaguely noticed something.
Sudden.
The spark on the crucible went out.
A stream of white steam rose up from the crucible, obscuring everything in front of Harry.
"It won't succeed, it won't succeed..."
Harry kept praying in his heart.
but……
In the white mist.
The black figure of a man slowly rose up, tall and thin, like a skeleton.
"Put on my robe."
said the cold, shrill voice from behind the steam.
The man sobbed and groaned, still protecting his residual arm, and hurriedly grabbed the black robe that wrapped the bundle from the ground, stood up, and put it on his master's head with one hand.
The thin man stepped out of the cauldron and stared at Harry.
Harry also saw the thin man's face.
It is paler than a skull, with two big red eyes, a flat nose like a snake's nose, and two thin slits for the nostrils.
This face was both familiar and unfamiliar to Harry.
Because to be precise, he only met him once.
The only time.
It's where the magic stone is hidden.
On the back of Quirrell's head.
At that time, he was sharing the same body with Quirrell.
Even at that time, he was still full of fearful aura.
Harry was frightened.
From then on, he would have nightmares every few days, and this face would definitely appear in his dreams!
And he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that this face was getting closer and closer to him.
You are so close that you are almost touching him!
Only when he wakes up from the nightmare can he get rid of that face.
Harry hoped that everything he was seeing was a nightmare, and that as long as he woke up, everything would disappear.