Hogwarts: Harley from The Witch Way

Outside the wilderness of Little Hangleton, next to a dark overgrown cemetery.

Peter Pettigrew was holding Voldemort in baby form, staring at the tombstone in boredom.

He would also like to find some activities to pass the free time, such as going to a Muggle pub in a nearby village to steal two bottles of ginger beer with water.

It's a pity that he didn't dare to do this, after all, he was still holding his weak, baby-like master in his arms.

My dear Peter, is the potion ready? Voldemort, who had his eyes tightly closed, suddenly opened his eyes and asked.

It's ready, Master.

Peter Pettigrew couldn't help but curse Voldemort's question. After all, this was Voldemort asking the same question for countless times.

It's a pity that he didn't have the courage to complain to Voldemort. Even this thought only dared to flash through his mind, and then was quickly suppressed.

Even though Voldemort was now a fragile baby, Peter Pettigrew could strangle his master to death with just a little force, but he didn't have the guts.

Are you sure? As soon as you get Harry Potter's blood, you can immediately restore me to my physical body?

Voldemort repeated the previous question again, his voice cold and sharp.

Completely ready, my greatest master. Peter Pettigrew's voice revealed cowardice, not daring to be disrespectful at all.

It better be. If something goes wrong, then I'll have to consider feeding you to Nagini.

Voldemort didn't care at all about his current vulnerability, nor about the feelings of his only younger brother.

Nagini swam over from a short distance spitting out a message, stared at Peter Pettigrew for a few seconds, and then quickly swam away.

Apparently, the snake was looking forward to its new dinner.

Why is Barty so slow? Does it take so much time to deal with a little girl?

Seeing that he couldn't find any trouble for Peter Pettigrew, Voldemort began to target another of his servants.

Peter Pettigrew's hands were trembling slightly, and he didn't know how to answer Voldemort's words.

In particular, loyal servants like Barty Crouch Jr. were complained about, which made Peter Pettigrew feel a little sad.

He already has some regrets now, regretting that he shouldn't have come back.

If he hadn't been so greedy at that time and gone directly to North America or Australia and used magic to become a rich Muggle man, how would he have suffered like this?

But it was too late to regret it now. He didn't have the guts to leave his master behind and run away alone again.

Humph, they are all rubbish as expected.

Voldemort didn't know what the servant beside him was thinking, and he didn't have much power to use Legilimency all the time.

I really miss my most loyal and powerful servants. Batty's loyalty is enough, but the strength is still not enough...

Before he finished speaking, a light suddenly flashed above Nagini's head.

A large object came down and hit Nagini on the head.

Nagini was so frightened that she almost jumped up. Suddenly she remembered her master Voldemort's instructions, so she suppressed the panic in her heart.

At the same time, bursts of light suddenly flashed in the cemetery.

A large number of magic that had been set in advance took effect at the same time, trapping the object that had just been teleported. It seemed that they were afraid that the portkey would bring some wizards or magical items that Voldemort did not want to see.

Here comes the portkey! Voldemort immediately felt the traces of magic and made a high-pitched and excited voice.

Confirmed that it is basically safe! There are no traces of other wizards or magic!

Nagini! Hold it up for me. No objects are allowed to fall on your head!

Peter, get it quickly! Check to see if it's Harry Potter's blood!

Peter Pettigrew quickly dispelled the magic around him according to the key set in advance. At the same time, he took three steps and two steps at a time and rushed over.

A fainted white rabbit lay on top of Nagini's head, and there was a stone pressed on the rabbit's belly.

Peter Pettigrew carefully identified the marks on the stone and compared them with the information left by Barty Crouch Jr. in his memory.

Finally, he nodded and reported to Voldemort respectfully:

Report to the owner that this stone is indeed the last door key in the correct set of door keys set by Barty.

It is basically certain that Barty succeeded and was not coerced by anyone to use the wrong set of door keys set in advance to deliver the items.

That's good! That's good! The expectation and joy in Voldemort's voice added a little more,

Then hurry up! I can't wait to get my body back!

Yes! My respected master! Peter Pettigrew was also very excited, and finally no longer had to work part-time as a nanny.

But he was slightly sad because he knew what this ceremony meant to him.

With a heavy heart, Peter Pettigrew pushed the stone crucible to the edge of the grave, and scratched the bottom of the crucible, lighting up a crackling fire.

The already finished liquid in the pot heated up very quickly and quickly began to boil, and sparks shot out from the liquid, as if it was on fire.

The steam above the liquid became thicker and thicker, and the figure of Peter Pettigrew illuminated by the flames became blurred.

While Peter Pettigrew prepared all this, Nagini dragged Voldemort in the package.

Voldemort, on the other hand, kept shaking with excitement and seemed impatient.

Finally, the potion in the pot underwent a more drastic change, and the entire surface of the liquid flashed with dark green and deep purple sparks, as if it were studded with diamonds.

It's ready, dear master.

After Peter Pettigrew observed the iconic performance of the potion entering its optimal state, he immediately reported respectfully to Voldemort.

Quick! Voldemort ordered impatiently, Now...put me in!

After placing the potioned baby into the pot and reciting the tedious incantation again, Peter Pettigrew began to complete the final steps with trembling.

Father's bones, accidentally donated, can regenerate your son!

Peter Pettigrew waved his wand with his eyes closed, and the tomb not far from him opened.

When a small wisp of dust fell into the crucible in response to Peter Pettigrew's magical call, the diamond-like liquid surface burst instantly.

The entire pot of potion sizzled, sparks flew, and the liquid turned a bright, eye-catching blue.

Seeing this scene, Peter Pettigrew trembled and let out a whimper.

But he still managed to pull out a long, thin, silver dagger made by goblins from his cloak.

The flesh of your servant, given of your own free will, may bring about the rebirth of your master.

In the midst of sobbing in extreme fear, Peter Pettigrew stretched out his right hand that was missing one finger, held the dagger tightly with his left hand, and swung it down with all his strength.

He let out an extremely shrill scream, but he did not dare to use magic to relieve pain or stop the bleeding, so as not to affect the progress of the ceremony.

The right hand that was cut off by the goblin's dagger and was not contaminated by other magic fell into the crucible and melted instantly, as if it had never appeared.

And the potion turned fiery red as Peter Pettigrew expected, and dazzling light burst out everywhere.

Peter Pettigrew struggled to take out the silver test tube that was transported by clothes on the stone, and carefully bit open the stopper with his teeth, while avoiding saliva and his own blood from dripping in.

The blood of your enemies...forced to be given...can bring your enemies...back to life...

Peter Pettigrew gasped every time he spoke a word or two, but this did not affect the progress of the ceremony.

When the bright red blood dripped into the crucible, the crucible instantly turned into a dazzling white.

I just don’t know why, but Peter Pettigrew always feels that there is a strange green light in this white color.

But when he wanted to search carefully, he could never find any trace of those green lights.

Faced with this situation, Peter Pettigrew could only choose to give up, thinking that there was something wrong with his eyes.

In mid-air, a dark cloud happened to pass by, covering a Medusa head formed in the sky.

When the dark clouds dispersed, Medusa's head had already disappeared without a trace.

Finally, when diamond-like sparks splashed outward and everything around them turned into a black velvet color, everything became calm.

The spark went out, a white steam rose from the crucible, and a man's black figure stepped out of the crucible.

Although he was still in pain, Peter Pettigrew immediately grabbed the black robe from the package on the ground and put it on his master's tall, thin body, which looked like a skeleton.

Oh, I'm finally resurrected!

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What will the resurrected Dark Lord do? This is a good question.

If it is those Sequence Zero and angels who have the ability to resurrect, they will definitely comfort their subordinates and believers as soon as possible after resurrection, and ensure the stability of their anchors and thugs.

Regardless of whether it is in the magical world or Muggle novels, after the villain dies and is resurrected, he must first gather his old subordinates and extend his favor again so that everyone can continue to follow him.

After all, you have been dead for so long and have already proven that you are not the strongest in this world.

If you want your brothers to continue to follow you, lick blood at the knife edge and work for you, you have to offer some benefits, right?

But Voldemort didn't do that, he just wanted to be different from others.

After checking his physical condition and confirming that his magic power was fully restored to its peak level, Voldemort chose to summon back all the Death Eaters he could name through the Dark Mark on Peter Pettigrew's arm as soon as possible.

Then...a pua conference started.

He first waited for all the Death Eaters to kneel and crawl to him, kissing his robes that hung down to the dirt and his bare feet.

Then Voldemort began to scold these Death Eaters one by one for abandoning his thirteen years of crimes. From time to time, he would also conduct lottery draws to randomly select two lucky Death Eaters and give them the heart-breaking bone set meal that they disliked the most. .

The useless behavior of this group of Death Eaters at the Quidditch World Cup last summer, especially the behavior of being wiped out by a little girl, was also pulled out by Voldemort and whipped.

After completing most of the work, Voldemort came to the largest gap in the circle of Death Eaters:

...There are six less Death Eaters here...three died for me...and one didn't have the guts to come back...

Of course...this cowardly traitor certainly doesn't have the guts to come back...he will pay the price he deserves...

There was a sudden commotion in the crowd, and there was fear in the eyes of the Death Eaters, a fear called the sorrow of the rabbit when the fox dies.

But Voldemort didn't care about the insignificant emotions of these servants who could be replaced at any time.

Anyway, in his eyes, as long as he lives, there will never be a shortage of servants around him who pursue higher power, greater wealth and greater power.

As for whether they were faithful...does it matter? Voldemort was very confident in this. As long as he was still the Dark Lord, no one would dare to betray him.

So he continued to talk,

... There is also a servant. I think he has left me forever... Heh, do you think that I can't do anything to him if he is hiding in Hogwarts?

Of course he will be executed, and I will use his soul to light the torch of a new era and announce to the world the return of me, Voldemort, the greatest Dark Lord in the world!

This also declares to the whole world that those who betray me will not end well!

...Of course, there is still one who is still my most loyal servant. He is smart and powerful. More importantly, he has begun to serve me again.

As he spoke, Voldemort turned his attention to the crucible at his feet.

Without this loyal servant, I'm afraid your master would still be in a powerless state worse than the humblest wandering soul...

But it doesn't matter, now all my power is back.

And soon, my most loyal servant will lure Harry Potter here, so that our lovely little girl can perform the last dance of her life here.

Yes, that's right, you guessed it right. Voldemort will have a fair and traditional duel with his prophesied nemesis here.

Then you will realize how ridiculous that prophecy is, and how powerful and invincible the Dark Lord is...

Before Voldemort finished speaking, another voice suddenly sounded from the darkness:

I disappoint you, dear Senior Riddle.

Your loyal servant did not choose to invite your dear junior sister. Instead, your junior sister spent a lot of energy to lock in this place.

Harley, wearing a white evening dress, slowly walked out of the shadows of the woods next to the cemetery.

The high heels decorated with gems were obviously stepping on the dirt, but they made the same thumping sound as when lying on the marble slab.

Be reasonable, Senior Riddle, Harley put her hands behind her back, her expression seemed aggrieved, complained, and dissatisfied.

You are my most beloved senior.

On the way to my growth, it can be said that you gave me the greatest help.

If it weren't for you, I would have died countless times. It can be said that even Professor Dumbledore is not as useful to me as you are.

Under such facts, I think our relationship should be extremely deep. As a result, our relationship is so good, but you held the resurrection dinner and didn't tell me?

Senior Riddle, our relationship has faded! Our relationship has faded!

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