Master Druid at Hogwarts

Chapter 521 Blood, Flesh and Bones

"I probably know who taught Harry the Eye Sickness Curse. That person has nothing to do with this matter. Stop forcing Harry."

When Harry was at a loss, Professor McGonagall suddenly opened his mouth to help him.

Harry glanced at Professor McGonagall gratefully, then looked at Professor Moody who was still clinging to him, and said, "I really can't think of anyone else."

At this time, Harry noticed that Professor Moody's expression became a little weird, as if...

laughing?

Moody grinned, showing his jagged teeth, and said in a hoarse voice, "Is it Black?"

Harry was taken aback, and subconsciously blurted out: "You... how do you know?!"

Before he could finish his words, however, Harry felt a jerk behind his navel, and his feet jerked off the ground.

The back of his hand was firmly glued to Professor Moody's crutch, and as it dragged him forward amidst howling winds and swirling colors, Harry could feel Mad-Eye Moody beside him, as if still Laughing wildly.

It's him!

Harry finally realized that the man behind the scenes was Mad-Eye Moody!Unfortunately, he knew it too late.

The crutches brought the two of them to their destination. Harry, who was dragged away in a sitting position, sat on the ground directly, while Mad-Eye Moody jumped forward and rolled twice on the ground, as Portkey's crutch fell aside.

Immediately afterwards, countless strange black mud welled up on the ground, enveloping Harry and Moody.

"Harry, you've been caught too, meow!"

Just when Harry was about to struggle, Fisch's heartless greeting sounded from beside him. He turned his head and saw that Fisch, like himself, was also wrapped in this strange black mud, only revealing a The head is out.

After greeting Harry, Maomao looked at Moody, who was also arrested, in doubt, and muttered, "Could it be that Fish guessed wrong, Alastor isn't a bad guy, meow?"

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"No! That's him! He brought me here with the Portkey!" cried Harry.

"Sure enough it's him!" Maomao was happy now, "Fish just said, this guy has a problem, Albus still doesn't believe meow!"

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Peter Pettigrew, who was standing by the side, chanted a spell, and lifted the black mud that trapped the fake Moody. He fell to the ground, kicked the fallen crutch aside, and then limped up to Wormtail .

"Master, I brought you Harry Potter!"

Fake Moody said frantically to the swaddling baby in Wormtail's arms.

"Very good! Very good! Barty, my most loyal servant," Voldemort's voice also seemed a little excited, "Voldemort will never forget those who work for him."

"Voldemort!" Harry exclaimed, "It's Voldemort!"

At the same time, he felt his scar sharply ache again.He had never felt such severe pain in his life, and if he hadn't been wrapped in black mud, Harry thought he would be rolling around in pain.

"Yes, it's me, Harry Potter."

The infant voice replied flatly, and then he told Wormtail: "Go ahead, I can't wait."

"Yes Master."

Wormtail handed the swaddling baby in his arms to the fake Moody beside him, and then lifted the black mud from Harry's body, but before Harry could fight back, a disarming spell fell on him, and Harry, who lost his wand, was in a hurry Wormtail is soon overpowered and dragged by him to a marble tombstone.

With the light of Wormtail's wand, Harry saw the name on the tombstone - Tom Riddle.

The name Harry knew, it was the name Voldemort used when he was a student.

Wormtail magically conjured ropes and tied Harry tightly to the tombstone, one after another from neck to ankle.Harry heard rapid, light breathing coming from inside the hood.He struggled hard, but was hit by the opponent, and the hand that hit him was missing a finger.

"You're Peter! Peter Pettigrew, who killed my parents!"

Harry roared through gritted teeth, he finally recognized the other party's identity.

Wormtail shuddered a bit, not daring to look at Harry, but silently checking whether the rope was tied tightly.

After confirming that Harry was tightly bound and unable to move, Wormtail took out a black mass from the cloak and stuffed it roughly into Harry's mouth, stopping his cursing.

Then, without a word, Wormtail hurried away.

"Oh...he's Scabbers!"

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Fisher, who finally remembered who Pettigrew Peter was, suddenly realized.

Then Maomao started yelling at Wormtail's back.

"You bad guy! Fish should have eaten you meow!"

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Wormtail ignored him, quickened his pace, and disappeared among the tombstones.

Harry was firmly tied to the tombstone, unable to turn his head to look behind the tombstone, he could only see the scene directly in front of him.

On his oblique right is Fish trapped in the black mud, his head is looking around restlessly, on the other side stands Mad-Eye Moody, he is looking obsequiously at the swaddling baby in his arms .

Harry couldn't understand that the Mad-Eye Moody he knew should be an Auror who was incompatible with the Death Eaters, why would he suddenly work for Voldemort?
But soon, Harry recalled that Voldemort had called him Barty, not Alastor or Moody.

"No no no!"

Harry wanted to question the other party, but his mouth was stuffed with a cloth ball by Wormtail, so he couldn't speak at all.

"Huh?" At this moment, Fish suddenly looked behind Harry, "What kind of snake are you? It feels so strange."

Then Harry also heard a slight rustling sound coming from behind him, and it quickly came to his feet. Harry looked down and saw a big snake winding on the grass, surrounded by Turning around his tombstone.

The snake ignored Fish, and after swimming around Harry's feet for a while, it coiled up beside the tombstone.

Immediately afterwards, Wormtail wheezed and pushed a stone cauldron to the edge of the grave.

This cauldron is so huge that even an adult can sit in it, and it is filled with an unknown liquid.

Wormtail stroked the bottom of the cauldron with his magic wand, crackling flames rose from the bottom of the cauldron, the big snake didn't seem to like flames, it left the tombstone and swam into the darkness.

The liquid in the cauldron seemed to heat up very quickly, and the surface not only began to boil, but sparks shot out, as if on fire.The steam was getting thicker and thicker, and the figure of Wormtail tending the flames became blurred.

"It's on fire, Master."

When sparks like diamonds flashed across the water, said Wormtail, the fake Moody came up with Voldemort in his arms.

He opened the swaddle, revealing Voldemort's ugly body again. Harry wanted to scream when he saw it for the first time, but was blocked by the cloth ball in his mouth.

False Moody carefully put Voldemort into the cauldron, and with a hiss, he sank, and then False Moody stepped aside, glaring at Wormtail enviously.

Urged by fake Moody's eyes, Wormtail tremblingly came to the cauldron. He raised his wand, closed his eyes, and said to the night sky, "Father's bone, donated by accident, can make your son regenerate!"

The grave opened beneath Harry's feet, and a wisp of dust rose into the air at Wormtail's call, and fell softly into the cauldron.The diamond-like liquid surface cracked, hissing, sparks flying, and the liquid turning a vivid blue.

"Oh oh oh! So interesting meow!"

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Unlike the terrified Harry, Fish was interested in such fancy things.

Then, Wormtail pulled out a long, thin, silver dagger from his cloak, he sobbed and said, "The meat of the servant... donated... voluntarily, so that... your master... can be reborn .”

The envy in the fake Moody's eyes has now turned into jealousy.

However, Wormtail obviously didn't think there was anything to be envious about. He gritted his teeth, trembling, and chopped off his right hand, which was missing a finger.

After a scream piercing the night sky, Wormtail gasped in pain, and threw his severed hand into the cauldron, and the potion in the cauldron changed again, turning bright fiery red.

Wormtail gasped and groaned in pain.When the painful breath hit Harry's face, because he couldn't bear to see Harry in the picture just now, he realized that Wormtail had come in front of him.

"The blood of the enemy, the enemy... is forced to give... to revive your enemy..."

Harry struggled desperately, but he was bound so tightly that he could only watch as Wormtail slit his arm with the dagger and caught his blood in a vial.

As the Dark Lord who once plunged the entire English wizarding world into a dark reign, Voldemort's enemy is not limited to Harry alone, but in order to solve the protective curse on Harry and break the prophecy, Harry is naturally the best choice.

In fact, Voldemort also considered Fish, but after guessing that Fish's true identity was not human, Voldemort gave up this idea just to be on the safe side.

Besides, Voldemort also has enough confidence that when he regains his strength, he can easily subdue Fish. When Fish becomes his subordinate, his magical spells can naturally be used by him.

Wormtail poured Harry's blood into the cauldron, which immediately turned a blinding white.After finishing all this, Wormtail knelt down beside the cauldron, leaned over, and collapsed on the ground, panting and sobbing while holding his bleeding broken arm.

On the other side, the fake Moody stepped forward excitedly, staring fanatically at the cauldron with sparks constantly flying out.

Suddenly, the spark on the crucible went out, and a white vapor rose from the crucible.

Amidst the white mist, a black figure of a man rose slowly from the cauldron. That figure was tall and thin, like a skeleton.

The False Moody came forward graciously, and dressed the man in the robe—the same swaddle in which the ugly baby had been swaddled.

The thin man stepped out of the cauldron and stared at Harry... Harry saw the face that had been in his nightmares for three years, paler than a skeleton, with big red eyes and a nose as flat as a snake's nose. The nostrils are two slits...

Voldemort is resurrected.

"But..." Fisher's voice sounded again, "You still don't have a nose and hair?"

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