I, Hogwarts Second Week

Voldemort's body disintegrated in front of everyone, as if it had been cut by a network of laser corridors.

It was very flat and turned into pieces of minced meat.

Then fell into the water.

All of a sudden, the water in the crucible boiled even more.

The steam became thicker and thicker, the surrounding fog became thicker, and the figures of the Death Eaters tending the flames became blurred.

At this time, the Death Eater finally spoke, "My father's bones, unintentionally donated, can regenerate your son."

From the package that appeared on the light ground at an unknown moment, a rib floated from it.

"Poof!" It fell into the water.

The mercury-like liquid surface burst, hissing, sparks flying, and some of the viscous liquid suddenly turned bright red and blue, which was clearly poisonous at a glance.

Then, the Death Eater looked at Peter Pettigrew.

Peter, who was restraining Miss Granger, looked very excited.

He pulled out a long, thin, shiny silver dagger from his pocket, his voice twisted in trembling.

“The flesh of your servant, given of your own free will, may restore thy master’s life.”

He stretched out his right hand, then held the dagger tightly with his left hand and swung it towards his right hand.

——Amid painful screams and gasps, with a sickening thud, the dagger fell to the ground, and then, his left hand fell into the crucible.

In the open space, only painful gasps and moans were left, lingering and echoing in the air.

The Death Eater next to the crucible didn't even look at Peter. Even though the blood spurting from his broken arm dyed his robe red, he looked indifferent.

It was an honor to offer flesh and blood in the Dark Lord's ritual, a reward for something Peter had accomplished.

Others who want this honor are not qualified yet!

He slowly picked up the dagger on the ground and walked staggeringly in front of Harry, "The blood of your enemies can resurrect your enemies if you are forced to sacrifice them."

Harry struggled desperately to free himself from the ropes that bound him.

But there was nothing he could do, he was tied too tightly.

I can only watch helplessly.

Through the slits of his eyes, he saw the silver dagger trembling in the single hand of the man in front of him, stabbing him.

Harry couldn't move and could only watch the other party's movements.

The next second, he felt the tip of the dagger piercing his arm. In the heartbreaking pain, blood dripped down the torn sleeve of his robe.

The man excitedly took out a small glass bottle from his pocket and placed it next to Harry's wound.

A small amount of blood flowed into the bottle.

Then, instead of returning to the cauldron, he went straight to Miss Granger.

"The ancient flesh and blood can unite the power of the gods into one body, making you a greater greatness!" He said crazily, shouting almost with all his strength.

Holding the knife, he walked up to Miss Granger like a fanatical follower of some kind of cult.

The sharp sword cut across her slender arm.

Hermione endured the pain without saying a word. After Peter fell to the ground, her wand was restrained by Lockhart and his wand was taken away.

"What a coincidence, little fan." At this moment, Lockhart looked nothing like the bright and beautiful person he had been in his second grade.

In the two years in Azkaban, he had suffered more physical and mental torture than he had ever endured in his entire life.

At this moment, his face was sallow, his hair was dry, and his eyes were sunken. He looked like a madman, squeezing Hermione's neck from behind.

"I remember you worshiped me before." He looked at Hermione and the little wizards around her with a ferocious expression.

He was more angry about his disgrace in the wizarding world than the torture in Azkaban.

This was more uncomfortable than killing him. When he thought about himself turning from a high-ranking, respected and famous wizard to a complete liar, he felt infinite malice in his heart.

He wants revenge! Because all this is thanks to these wizards at Hogwarts.

Damn Hogwarts, damn Dumbledore, those professors, these students, they all deserve to die, damn!

"I was blind sometimes." Miss Granger said with self-deprecation through clenched teeth.

She was really blind about what happened before!

She always thought that Lockhart's books were all about his real life. Oh my god - think about it, a person has been to so many places in the world and experienced so many dangers, but he can escape every time. Legendary stories keep happening to one person, and anyone will admire him.

There were only those despicable methods of his. At that time, she had just come into contact with the magical world. How could she think so much?

"Haha." Lockhart smiled ferociously, and then said, "It doesn't matter, I will be famous again soon, and this time it will be my own story."

"Ha-" Hermione smiled weakly.

To be honest, she didn't have the energy to argue with this lost dog.

The feeling of weakness that spread throughout her body, the pain on her arms, the blood dripping on the ground, staining the entire arm red, and finally, the sudden appearance of the boy, and the strong emotional changes put her head in a state of extreme exhaustion.

He was drowsy, and his eyesight had even begun to turn dark.

On the other side, the man had returned to the crucible. He poured the two kinds of blood into it. In an instant, the liquid in the crucible immediately turned into a blinding white, sticky white liquid that exuded a fishy smell.

The man completed his task and stepped aside.

In front of him, the crucible was boiling violently, and diamond-like sparks splashed out in all directions, so bright and dazzling.

"Bring it up." He said suddenly.

Then from the stairs on the other side of the tower, countless people of all kinds - or rather Muggles - came.

Their hands and feet were trapped together with iron chains, and they were driven like slaves.

Panic, fear, and crying are the themes of these people.

The group of hundreds of frightened eyes, men and women of all ages, were looking at this evil place.

For some reason, they were speechless, not even able to whimper.

If you look closely, you will find that the mouths of these people seem to be sealed by magic.

Then, a group of people were forcibly tied up by the Death Eaters, and they knelt beside the crucible.

This scene looked very much like a group of pure-blood madmen performing some kind of sacrifice in the Middle Ages.

And Miss Granger, who witnessed all this, knew clearly in her heart that this was some kind of bloody sacrifice.

Those goblins did it too.

At that time, they were trying to transfer ancient magic and communicate with foreign gods through sacrifices.

But this time - Hermione figured it out all at once.

Voldemort regarded her as the heir to ancient magic.

this.

Why do goblins and Voldemort think they are the heirs of ancient magic?

Although she really stole the show this year, she doesn't think she has a talent as good as Owen's when it comes to ancient magic.

Hermione couldn't understand.

But the sacrificial ceremony in front of them has also continued.

The Muggles were like grass in the wind. In a whirlwind of souls, everyone was facing the same direction, the direction of the crucible, opening their mouths hysterically. It's like something is trying to come out of it.

It only takes less than a few seconds for the bodies of people with torn liver and gallbladder to turn into mummies. After the flesh can no longer extract anything, a transparent, pale white figure is sucked out from their mouth and nose.

That - is their soul.

"Oh my god——"

All the little wizards present closed their eyes tightly. Such an evil scene would be hard to see even if you read through history books.

The scream coming from the soul is mind-numbing.

Fear arises spontaneously, it is a biological instinct.

"boom!"

The flames of the crucible grew brighter.

The green light reflected the strange surroundings.

It's like a pot of poison brewed by the devil from hell.

Suddenly, all the sparks on the crucible went out.

A stream of white steam rose up from the crucible and merged with the surrounding fog, covering everything up.

The senses are blocked and lose their function, and the uneasy mystery becomes stronger and stronger. It is a creepy feeling.

Through the thick white mist, they saw the black figure of a man rising slowly from the crucible.

He was tall and thin, like a skeleton, with pale and weird skin.

"Get me dressed!" said the cold, shrill voice from behind the steam.

The Death Eater beside him hurriedly climbed up. He hurriedly took out a black robe from his arms and put it on his master's head.

The thin man stepped out of the cauldron, put on his clothes, and stared at Harry and Hermione with his red eyes.

Then everyone saw the ferocious face.

He was paler than a skeleton, with two big red eyes, a flat nose like a snake's nose, and two thin slits for his nostrils...

oh! Oh my God!

Voldemort returned to victory.

This thought appeared in everyone's heads, young wizards, and Death Eaters.

Then Voldemort looked away from Harry and Hermione and began to examine his own body.

His hands were like big pale spiders, slender pale fingers caressing his body, inch after inch...

Thighs, chest, arms, face, his movements are slow, delicate and gentle.

The red eyes looked brighter in the darkness, and the pupils were two slits, like a cat's eyes.

After slowly touching his entire face, he raised his hands and moved his fingers, his expression ecstatic.

The surrounding atmosphere was strange and quiet, and time seemed to become extremely long.

Everyone held their breath, staring at Voldemort with excitement, fear, or hatred.

"Master." It was Peter Pettigrew.

He covered his mutilated hand.

Voldemort lowered his gaze like a king and glanced at him.

Then he raised his wand and danced in the air. A strip of light like molten silver was drawn on the head of the wand. It had no shape at first, and then the strip of light twisted and turned into a sparkling human hand, as bright as moonlight.

It flew down on its own and pressed automatically on Peter's bleeding wrist.

It fit seamlessly onto his arm, as if he were wearing a dazzling glove.

Peter tried to bend his shining fingers, then tremblingly picked up a stone from the ground and crushed it into powder.

"My master!" he whispered, "thank you, kind master!"

Then he crawled over on his knees and kissed Voldemort's robe.

"Those who are loyal to Voldemort will eventually be rewarded. This is what you deserve, Peter!" Voldemort said, "Although you have failed more than succeeded, you have done a good job in something."

"Oh! Thank you. These are the master's excellent vision. I am just executing it on your behalf." Peter Pettigrew lowered his position.

After flattering him without leaving any trace.

Then quietly retreated.

Suddenly, Voldemort pointed his wand at the pile of things on the ground, and they flew high and landed in front of Harry.

These were his father's ashes, one of the necessities for his resurrection, but now completely useless.

Voldemort's eyes fell on Harry again, his snake face twisted into a cruel smile.

"Harry Potter, we meet again!"

He hissed softly, "These bones once belonged to my father, who was a Muggle and an idiot, just like your mother. But they all have their uses, don't they? When you were little, you Mom died to protect you, and I killed my father. You see, how useful he was after his death..."

"Although we have met several times, it seems that we have never introduced ourselves." Voldemort laughed again, pacing back and forth while glancing around.

"My mother is a wizard. She fell in love with him and that Muggle, but when she revealed her identity, he abandoned her. My father doesn't like magic!" Voldemort said softly, "Like all stupid people Like a Muggle, he left her and went back to his Muggle parents, before I was born."

Voldemort's cold voice echoed in the clearing. Harry listened silently, his body tense.

The scar on his head hurt all the time, as if it was tearing him apart.

But he still gritted his teeth and protected Gabri and Qiu Chang behind him.

He finally knew that all this was because of him, and these little wizards were involved in this trouble because of him.

Voldemort continued to pace up and down, seeming to be in a good mood, recalling his past.

"My father abandoned us. My mother died in childbirth when she gave birth to me. I grew up in a Muggle orphanage, so I vowed to find him." Voldemort said, "Later, I avenged him, and the one who gave me the He met someone with the same name, Tom Riddle..."

Speaking of this name, there was a hint of chill and disgust in his tone that could not be concealed.

"This is a name that makes me feel ashamed. It belongs to that man!" Voldemort said, his voice became softer and the cruel smile on his face became more obvious. "But it will eventually end. This shame will end with my father." He left me and was destroyed by my own hands. Haha, Harry Potter, you are honored to listen to me and listen to me recall my family history...Ah, I am a little sad, but look, Harry! I really The family is back!"

More and more Death Eaters gathered around.

All of them wore hoods and covered their faces.

It is conceivable that the entire dark wizards of Azkaban have joined his camp.

Plus he's been spreading fear outside this year.

Harry was suddenly startled. He could not imagine how many Death Eaters there were now, but based on what he could see so far, there were no fewer than dozens of them.

That's certainly not all.

Harry was not stupid, there was no way all the Death Eaters could gather in Azkaban.

In other places, there must be their people in some key places, just like what he saw in Dumbledore's memory, there were Voldemort's people in some positions in the Ministry of Magic, delivering messages for him.

The Death Eaters around him smiled sinisterly.

This made the little wizards' scalps tingle.

"Times have changed! Potter! Times have changed!"

Voldemort looked mockingly at Harry, who was already trembling in pain and still protecting Qiu Zhang and Gabrielle.

There was a hint of disgust in his eyes.

Then - a heartbreaking carpal bone!

"ah--"

Qiu Zhang and Gabrielle screamed.

The two of them were twisting in pain and screaming, their voices making people feel chills.

"Stop! Stop!!!" Harry shouted, pulling out his wand and trying to fight back, but the Death Eater restraining him had already let him go.

The moment Voldemort regained his strength.

"I didn't hear you clearly," he said. "Are you asking me to continue?"

Voldemort smiled crazily, and the Cruciatus Curse in his hand became stronger.

Harry, on the other hand, threw out a disarming spell, but was blocked by Voldemort in vain. Then he was hit by his own spell and fell to the ground helplessly.

"Oh! So excited? It seems that my servant has also captured the girlfriend of the famous Harry Potter?"

he said cruelly.

The surrounding Death Eaters immediately laughed in unison.

"Then - is it this one?" He increased the magic power he cast on Qiu Zhang, "or this silver-haired girl?" He then increased the intensity of the magic on Gabri.

"Stop!"

"Stop it!!!"

On the other side, Fleur and Cedric looked at the two girls who were being tortured with utter fear.

Fleur's eyes were even redder, and she kept cursing Voldemort in English mixed with French.

If the Cruciatus Curse is used on a wizard for a long time, it will break a person's soul and will, and then there will be no cure.

This is a known fact.

But it was obvious that Voldemort had no interest in either of them.

"Look at what you look like now!"

Voldemort waved his hand, and stone iron chains suddenly appeared from the marble on the ground, which lifted Harry up.

"Just like your useless father! Or like your dirty mudblood mother, I'm a little confused. They all knelt down and begged me not to kill their only son - you have to understand, I can't tell the difference between a bug and a bug.

Of course, now - you can also learn from your parents and kneel down to the great Lord Voldemort and beg for mercy, and I will mercifully grant your request. "

"My parents are heroes!" Harry screamed, although his voice was vain, the marble chain was slowly tightening around his neck, and the suffocation feeling was extremely strong, but he still looked at Tom bravely at the top of his voice. "They won't beg for mercy from you!

You poor thing, you will never know what love is! "

Harry stared with bloodshot eyes.

The coexistence of anger and courage makes him fearless even in the face of the most evil dark wizards today.

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Voldemort said with a ferocious smile.

His eyes were full of dancing flames.

He has lost his patience.

Now, he wants to kill Harry Potter once and for all!

Completely shut the mouths of those wizards who question his power!