With a 'hoo' sound, a flame suddenly rose under a large round tripod-shaped cauldron not far away.
The flame not only boils the liquid in the pot quickly, but also illuminates the surrounding area.
But this firelight did not dispel the spookiness in the cemetery, but instead made the environment outside the scope of the firelight more permeable.
A somewhat squat figure walked from the darkness into the area illuminated by the fire.
That was Peter Pettigrew, the prisoner who escaped from Azkaban.
At this time, Peter Pettigrew was holding a ball of something the size of a baby rolled in black cloth in his left hand.
After he got closer to the fire, Harry could see clearly what he was holding in his arms.
It was a living person in the shape of a 'skin and bones'. There seemed to be no muscle on the whole head. It was like two eyeballs embedded in a skull, covered with red bloodshot eyes.
"Good evening, Harry."
Peter Pettigrew looked very cunning at this time, grinning proudly, showing his two huge front teeth, staring at Harry and smiling: "We meet again."
"Yes, it's you!"
Harry covered the scar on his forehead and endured the severe pain and said, "You are the one doing everything!?"
"No no no."
Peter Pettigrew chuckled like a mouse and said jokingly: "Poor, incompetent Peter Pettigrew, how could he devise such a perfect plan?"
Just when Peter Pettigrew wanted to continue to say something, the man in his arms suddenly spoke, and said in a very weak tone: "Shut up, idiot... He is thinking... using the trophy to escape.
."
Peter Pettigrew suddenly became excited and quickly pointed his wand at Harry.
Controlling Harry's body to float up from the ground, he then sent him to a tombstone statue that looked like an 'Angel of Death'.
Under the influence of the 'Transfiguration Spell', Peter Pettigrew made the statue seem to come alive, and held Harry firmly in his arms with the huge scythe in his hand.
Seeing this, the person in Peter Pettigrew's arms spoke again, with a somewhat urging tone: "Start! Now!"
"Yes! My master!"
Peter Pettigrew hurriedly responded humbly, then turned around and walked to the giant cauldron of boiling water.
"You!" Harry, who was imprisoned on the statue, suddenly widened his eyes and said in shock: "You are...Voldemort!?"
"Chi chi chi chi..."
Peter Pettigrew smiled evilly and turned his head, glanced at Harry, and suddenly raised Voldemort high in his arms and placed it across the mouth of the pot.
The next moment, Peter Pettigrew suddenly shook his hand and shook Voldemort out of the roll of cloth wrapping his body.
With a 'crash' sound, Voldemort's rickety body, covered in skin and bones, suddenly fell into the boiling water in the pot.
Seeing this, Peter Pettigrew threw away the roll of cloth in his hand, and then pointed his wand towards the grave at Harry's feet.
With a 'click' sound, a hole opened in the tomb, and a leg bone slowly floated out from underneath.
"Father's bones, given inadvertently..."
Peter Pettigrew recited the ritual incantation and threw the leg bone into the pot.
"The flesh of your servant, offered voluntarily..."
While chanting, Peter Pettigrew put away his wand and took out a dagger. After hesitating for a moment, he cut off his right hand with force, causing the severed hand to fall into the pot.
After screaming in pain, Peter Pettigrew endured the severe pain in his broken wrist and walked in front of Harry, trembling all over.
"The blood of the enemy was forcibly taken away..."
As he spoke, Peter Pettigrew used a dagger to cut a gash in Harry's arm. Regardless of Harry's screams of pain, the dagger was stained with a lot of blood.
Staggering back to the giant cauldron, Peter Pettigrew carefully dripped Harry's blood into the cauldron.
Then, Peter Pettigrew recited the final ritual incantation with some fanaticism: "The Dark Lord! Will be reborn!"
"ah--"
As the blood dripped into the boiling water, Harry's screams of pain suddenly turned into screams, as if he was suffering some terrible torture.
At this moment, the boiling water in the giant pot suddenly surged rapidly, with a 'bear' sound, and a flame ignited above the water surface.
The flames quickly spread around and soon enveloped the entire giant cauldron.
Seeing this, Peter Pettigrew hurriedly fled away.
After a few breaths, Harry's screams stopped. Under his horrified gaze, the flames completely burned the giant cauldron, leaving only a giant embryo-like thing suspended in the air.
Black mist appeared out of thin air and began to drill around the embryo.
The embryo seemed to have absorbed the black mist and rapidly grew in size visibly to the naked eye.
The bones made a dislocated sound, and the skin covered with mucus extended from the embryo, and blood vessels and muscles gradually filled and bulged the skin.
Finally, the black mist surrounded the shaped human body, forming a black robe.
Voldemort was successfully resurrected and returned again.
With his back to Harry, Voldemort did not open his eyes, but took a deep breath of air with great enjoyment, then raised his hands and stroked his raised head.
Even though he couldn't touch the hair or the bulging nose, Voldemort still had an expression of enjoyment on his face, feeling his new life.
After a moment, Voldemort opened his eyes, lowered his head, and looked at Peter Pettigrew, who was approaching.
Voldemort lowered his head and looked at his feet, then tried to take a step. After feeling nothing strange, he slowly came to Peter Pettigrew.
"My wand, Wormtail."
Voldemort slowly raised his left hand and stretched it slightly toward Peter Pettigrew. His tone was neither urgent nor slow, and he seemed to be condescending.
"As you command! My master..."
Peter Pettigrew quickly took out a wand that seemed to be made of bone from his arms, then raised the wand high, bowed his head, and presented the wand.
Voldemort's eyes showed a trace of expectation, and he slowly stretched his hand forward.
at this time!
Ke Wen's figure appeared out of thin air behind Voldemort, and the distance between the two was less than one meter.
The next moment, before anyone could react, Ke Wen suddenly clenched his fists and smashed forward with his arms parallel up and down.
Bang! Gala!
The upper right fist hit Voldemort's cervical vertebrae, and the lower left fist hit Voldemort's lumbar vertebrae.
Two crisp cracks of fractures were heard, causing Voldemort to rush forward in confusion, pressing Peter Pettigrew directly under him.
In Harry's shocked eyes.
After Voldemort fell to the ground, he suddenly let out a scream.
Coven quickly drew out his wand, swiped it silently, and shot out a 'Shadow's Blade', cutting off Peter Pettigrew's remaining left hand at the wrist.
"ah--"
Peter Pettigrew's screams immediately suppressed Voldemort's screams.
Corwin did not stop, and waved the wand twice again, causing the wands of Voldemort and Peter Pettigrew to fly over, and he grabbed them with his left hand.
Then, Corwin pointed his wand at Peter Pettigrew, who was pinned down by Voldemort, and cast a 'stun spell', causing the other party to suddenly silence himself and pass out.
"Kevin!?"
It was only then that Harry called out in shock.
However, Kewen ignored him and instead stepped forward with his wand, bent down and stretched out his hand, picking up Voldemort's back collar and lifting him up with one hand.
After taking a few steps back, he waved his hand and placed Voldemort, who was trying his best to suppress his screams, still on the ground, causing his face to sink into the grass and lie there.
Then, Coven turned his head to look at Harry, and at the same time smiled and said hello: "Hi, Harry."
"This is... you... he..."
Harry was completely confused by what happened in front of him. All kinds of questions came to his mind at the same time, but he didn't know what to ask.
Corwin no longer paid attention to Harry, but knelt down, pinched one of Voldemort's ears and turned the other man's cheek.
"Hi~"
Ke Wen looked directly at the other person's murderous gaze, smiled and said hello: "Hello, we meet again, this bald Mr. Nose."
"Who are you!?"
Voldemort's voice was trembling a little, and he endured the pain of fractures in his cervical and lumbar vertebrae. He gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "What are you going to... do!?"
Ke Wen answered instead of asking, raised his hand and tapped his temple: "Occlumency, now, you're not surprised why you didn't read my voice, are you?"
"Very good..." Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Ke Wen fiercely, as if he wanted to remember Ke Wen's face firmly.
"You are amazing..." Voldemort said in a hoarse voice: "You succeeded in sneak attack and hurt... me, the greatest Dark Lord in the world... you can be proud!"
"Corwin, right?"
Voldemort grinned and smiled: "What's your full name? You are lucky enough to be remembered in my heart forever!"
"His name is Koh..."
Harry interrupted unexpectedly, looking as excited as if he was having an orgasm, shouting loudly.
However, Corwin suddenly flicked his wand at Harry without looking back, and with a spell, Harry's mouth suddenly disappeared.
Ignoring Harry's "Uh-huh" struggle, Coven looked down at Voldemort's cold eyes and said in an indifferent tone: "Harry, think about the Academy's 'Defense Against the Dark Arts' class."
Slowly turning his head, Ke Wen looked at Harry and said slowly: "Names can be cursed."
Under Harry's wide-eyed look of astonishment, Covin flicked the wand again and released Harry's spell.
After taking two quick breaths, Harry apologized profusely: "Yes, I'm sorry, senior! I didn't know..."
Waving his hand, Kewen ignored him and lowered his gaze again.
He looked at Voldemort, who was lying paralyzed on the ground, and then slowly pointed the tip of his wand at him.
"how?"
Voldemort's mouth cracked again, and he grinned: "Do you want to kill me? Do it...kill me and take away the glory that belongs to you!"
"kill him!"
Harry couldn't help shouting: "Senior! Kill this big devil quickly!"
As if he couldn't stand the noise, Ke Wen looked at Harry suddenly and shouted with a cold face: "Shut up!"
