lord of destiny

Chapter 196 The devil returns! (First update, please order!)

The man didn't answer Harry's question.

He was busy checking if the rope was tied tight.

After confirming that Harry was tightly bound and unable to move, the man took out a black mass from the cloak and stuffed it roughly 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 guessed 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, and he didn't want it to open!

"What exactly is in there?"

Harry was filled with fear and anxiety.

suddenly.

Harry heard voices at his feet and looked down.

A large snake was snaking across the grass, circling around his tombstone.

Whoosh!Whoosh!
There was a heavy gasp.

The man pushed a heavy stone cauldron full of water into Harry's eyes.

The cauldron is big enough to seat a full grown man in it.

The things in the baggage on the ground moved more vigorously.

The man hastily swiped his wand across the bottom of the cauldron.

crackle!

Flames sprang up under the cauldron.

The serpent swam into the darkness.

The liquid in the crucible seemed to heat so rapidly that the surface not only began to boil, but sparks shot out, as if on fire.

The steam became thicker and thicker, and the figure of the man who looked after the flames became blurred.

The burden moved even more urgently.

Harry was getting more and more disturbed when he heard a sharp and cold voice.

"quick!"

It came from that bundle!
After a while.

The whole surface of the water was sparkling, as if studded with diamonds.

said the man.

"It's on fire, Master."

"Now……"

said the grim voice.

The man ripped the bundle off the ground, revealing its contents.

Harry let out a yelp when he saw it, but was stifled by the stuff in his mouth.

It was a slimy, ugly thing without eyes--no, worse than that!
A hundred times more terrifying!
The man was carrying something that looked like a curled up baby, but Harry had never seen anything less like a baby.

It has no hair, and it seems to have scales on its body. Its skin is dark and red, like wounded tender flesh.

Its arms and legs were thin and limp, and its face, such as no living child has.

It was a flat snake face with sparkling red eyes.

The man took it in his hands and lowered it into the cauldron, where it sank with a hiss.

Harry heard the soft click of its body against the bottom of the cauldron.

Let it drown!

Harry thought.

His scar burned almost unbearably.

Please... let it drown!
The man began to speak, his voice trembling as if deranged with fright.

He raised his wand, closed his eyes, and said to the night sky.

"Father's bones, donated unintentionally, can make your son regenerate!"

The tomb cracked open.

A small wisp of dust flew from the grave and fell softly into the cauldron.

The diamond-like liquid surface burst, hissing, and sparks flying.

In an instant, the liquid turned into a bright blue color, and it was immediately obvious that it was extremely poisonous.

Harry saw the man whimpering.

He drew a long, thin, silvery dagger from his cloak, and his voice broke into a sob of utter terror.

"Your servant's meat, donated voluntarily, can make... your master, reborn!"

He held out his right hand, the hand with one finger missing.

then……

Holding the dagger tightly with his left hand, he swung it towards his right hand.

puff!

Harry didn't want to look, and quickly closed his eyes.

But the potion turned fiery red, and the bright light shot into his closed eyelids...

The man was gasping and moaning in pain.

When the painful breath hit his face, Harry realized that the man had come to him.

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

What is he doing?
Harry struggled desperately, but he was bound too tightly.

puff!

The point of the dagger sank into the crook of his arm.

Blood trickled down the torn sleeve 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 to the cauldron with Harry's blood and poured it in.

The liquid in the crucible immediately turned dazzling white.

The man finished his task, knelt down beside the cauldron, leaned over, collapsed on the ground, gasped and sobbed while holding his bleeding broken arm.

The crucible was about to boil, and sparks like diamonds flew in all directions.

So bright and dazzling that everything around it turned a black velvet color.

"It won't work! It must have drowned!"

There was one last hope in Harry's mind.

He has vaguely noticed something.

Sudden.

The spark on the cauldron went out.

A puff of white steam rose from the cauldron, obscuring everything in front of Harry.

"It won't work, it won't work..."

Harry kept praying in his heart.

but……

In the white fog.

Slowly rose the black figure of a man, tall and thin, like a skeleton.

"Put the robe on me."

said the grim, shrill voice behind the steam.

Sobbing and moaning, the man, still protecting his stumped arm, hastily snatched the bundled black robe from the ground, stood up, and threw one hand over his master's head.

The thin man stepped out of the cauldron, staring at Harry.

Harry saw the thin man's face too.

Pale than a skeleton, with two big red eyes, a nose as flat as a snake's, with two thin slits for nostrils.

Harry was both familiar and unfamiliar with this face.

Because to be precise, he only saw 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 a body with Quirrell.

Even at that time, he was still full of fearful aura.

Harry was taken aback.

Since then, he has had nightmares every few days, and this face will definitely appear in the dream!

And he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that this face was getting closer and closer to him.

It's almost close to him!

Only when he wakes up from the nightmare will he get rid of that face.

Harry hoped that everything in front of him was also a nightmare, and that as long as he woke up, everything would disappear.

But it's a pity.

This is real.

The Dark Lord is back!
(End of this chapter)