Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 355 The Enemy's Blood
The cauldron boiled for a while, and the green mist gradually thickened.

Voldemort took a deep breath and walked slowly into the fog.

Bella looked at his back, the admiration in her eyes overflowed.

As for the Death Eaters, the hands holding the wands were shaking with excitement.

"Whoa~"

With a soft sound, Voldemort stepped into the cauldron with his right foot.

"Hope...everything goes well."

Voldemort murmured softly, and then his whole body fell like quicksand, turning into silver magic power, wrapping his soul into the emerald green potion.

"Boom."

A muffled sound came from the crucible, and the green fog instantly enveloped the crucible, blocking everyone's sight.

"Everything went well."

Bella shouted, and a group of Death Eaters followed excitedly.

For a moment, the word "Shunsui" reverberated in the cave with their best wishes.

Amidst the voice, Bella slowly came to the corner of the silver platform.

There was a quaint box here, she opened it carefully, and lifted a package from inside.

"Mother's bone, unintentionally donated, can regenerate your son."

She spoke in a trembling voice, lifted the package and walked slowly towards the green thick fog around the cauldron.

The thick fog engulfed her figure, and no one could see clearly what happened inside.

"Pfft."

It seemed that something had fallen into the water in the crucible, and the green fog expanded outward again.

Bella's figure slowly came out from inside, and everyone could see the excitement on her face.

"One... is everything going well?"

Lucius' voice sounded from behind the mask, muffled and frightened.

Bella suddenly turned her head and glared at him, saying, "If you talk again, I'll tear your mouth apart."

Lucius swayed a bit, but he didn't say anything.

I don't know if I was frightened by Bella's fierceness, or realized that I was too anxious, which affected Bella's rhythm.

"Mr. Malfoy."

Bella suddenly turned her head to look at the opposite bank, and fixed her eyes on Harry across the lake, "I need Harry's left hand, down to the wrist, not the poisoned dagger."

"clear."

Abu responded loudly, and then put away the dagger in his hand.

Watching all this, Dumbledore suddenly frowned fiercely.

"Do not move."

Old Crabbe's voice sounded, and there was even a wisp of Fiendflame at the tip of his wand, but fortunately, the flame was fleeting and did not burst out.

"I'm just a little concerned about Harry's state, Crabbe, are you going to ruin your master's resurrection ceremony?" Dumbledore asked softly, whispering.

"Shut up and don't say anything."

Old Goyle's voice sounded beside old Crabbe, his wand twitching and looking equally nervous.

Dumbledore glanced at him, said nothing, just looked down with sad eyes on the ground.

He was silent, but everyone knew that he was grieving for Harry.

Because this kid, who was only in the third grade, was about to lose his left hand, and it was with Dumbledore's consent.

On the other side of the lake, Abu has changed into a long, thin, silver dagger.

"You... you want to..."

Harry's voice trembled with fear, and he couldn't finish his sentence.

"Nott, let him pass out," Abu said.

"Ok."

Old Nott said something, then pointed his wand at Harry.

"Boom."

After a muffled sound, Harry's body fell limply to the ground.

"Is there any ritual language to say?"

When Abu knelt down and was about to make a move, he suddenly turned to look at Bella and asked.

"Have."

Bella replied excitedly, and then stomped her feet angrily.

She was so nervous that she almost forgot the necessary ritual language, but fortunately Abu reminded her.

"Servant... No, it should be said: the student's flesh is forced to be sacrificed, so that his professor can be reborn."

Bella was still a little nervous. From her body movements, it was not difficult to see that she wanted to go to the other side, but finally gave up.

"Student's meat forced to be sacrificed to bring his professor back to life."

Abu repeated the ceremonial words, raised the knife and cut off Harry's left hand.

"Take care of him, Nott, the Dark Lord doesn't want him dead."

He said this to Old Nott, then took Harry's arm and stepped into the boat to the island in the middle of the lake.

"give it to me."

Bella took Harry's bloody hand with both hands, and walked slowly into the green fog.

"puff."

A soft sound came from the dense fog, and everyone knew that Harry's hand had fallen into the cauldron.

"Boom."

The fog surged up again, but the original green fog was mixed with a trace of blood.

The Death Eaters gasped heavily, and everyone looked tense.

"Old Nott, you can take care of Harry, can't you?"

Dumbledore's voice suddenly sounded, startling all the Death Eaters to look at him.

"Yes, principal, you can trust my magic, it will be fine."

Old Nott said from a distance, his voice was thick and gentle.

Dumbledore nodded, looking at Old Nott with a trace of gratitude in his eyes.

"Keep your voice down."

Bella walked out of the changed fog, glared at Dumbledore and said.

Dumbledore nodded, lowered his voice and said, "Next is my blood, right?"

Bella was slightly surprised, but then she nodded, indicating that it was true.

"Is this a trap just for my blood?" asked Dumbledore.

"The master will answer your questions."

Bella stepped forward and took out a short knife and a magnificent cup from her waist pocket.

Dumbledore nodded, took the dagger with his right hand without saying a word, and prepared to bleed on his left arm.

"Wait a moment." Bella suddenly stopped, "Master said, use the blood from your right wrist."

"here?"

Dumbledore raised his right hand and asked in surprise.

Bella nodded, indicating that it was indeed there.

Dumbledore frowned, thought for a while, and shook his right hand.

There was a weak wave of magic, and all the Death Eaters thrust their wands forward in fright.

"Don't be impatient."

Dumbledore said, and then showed Bella his black-spotted right hand, "There is a curse on it, is there any problem?"

"The master said that this will help you resolve the curse, as the... price for using your blood."

There was a bit of confusion in Bella's words, and it could be seen that she was just obeying the situation.

Dumbledore glanced at the green fog in surprise, then without hesitation, he picked up the dagger and slashed at his right wrist.

Blood trickled out, and Bella immediately held up the magnificent cup to catch the blood.

At the same time, she said: "The blood of the enemy is forced..."

"No." Dumbledore interrupted her ceremonial words, "It's the initiative, which makes a big difference."

Bella glanced at him suspiciously, but after thinking about it, she reorganized the ritual language.

"The blood of an enemy is offered unsolicited, which may revive his enemy."

The ritual words were completed, and the cup was filled with blood.

Bella nodded gratefully to Dumbledore, then walked into the thick fog with her cup raised.

"Take the initiative...Principal, do you want him to be resurrected?" Abu asked Dumbledore.

Dumbledore frowned and thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I don't know."

Abu shrugged and stopped talking.

"Crash~"

The sound of running water resounded in the thick fog, and after a while the green mist mixed with blood began to change.

First the red color expanded, but soon the mist turned into blinding white.

In the white mist, the boiling sound became louder, and diamond-like sparks began to flash out of the dazzling white mist, illuminating the cave in a black velvet color.

"He's not going to drown, is he?"

When Bella came out, Dumbledore suddenly asked with a smile.

This naturally caused a kind of dissatisfaction among the Death Eaters, even Bella, who had just thanked him, gave him a hard look.

"Just kidding, Bella, you have to learn from your master, he is not as serious as you."

Dumbledore didn't care about his situation at all, and said to Bella with a smile.

(End of this chapter)