Hogwarts Poisoned Egg

The Poisoned Egg at Hogwarts Text Volume Chapter : Resurrection Today is a good day!

In Gryffindor Tower, everyone was celebrating and reveling except Harry.

Harry, who had just drank a lot of mead, lay on the sofa and took a nap, but as soon as he got up, his scar started to hurt.

It was tight for a moment, and it reached the point where I had a splitting headache.

Then the scene in front of him changed, and Snape's eerie, expressionless old face appeared in his field of vision.

Several students on the side carefully avoided Snape, but not many people in this noisy lounge took Snape's appearance seriously. After all, this was the Gryffindor lounge. The little lions might buy Snape's appearance. Regarding Professor Lauter's account, I may listen to Professor Flitwick, but it really doesn't give Snape any face...

"Wait…"

Harry was about to say something when he saw Snape's big hand grabbing his collar and pulling him striding outside.

"Follow me and don't talk too much," Snape said grimly.

"Sorry, Professor, my head hurts...hiss..." As he said that, Harry touched the scar on his forehead and gasped in pain.

"It hurts... that's right." Snape said with a sullen face as he dragged Harry to his potion storage room. With a wave of his wand, several vines tied Harry to a chair.

"Please, can you tell me what happened?" Harry looked at Snape, who had a horrified look on his face and pulled out a knife.

"The Dark Lord is resurrected and needs your blood..." Snape said concisely.

Harry frowned and thought about Snape's words. His slightly drunk head couldn't quite understand what Snape meant: "emmm... Egg?"

Go to Nima’s Egg…

"Wait..." Harry suddenly realized something and looked up at Snape, his mind wavering for a moment.

Egg told him that Snape would never hurt him under any circumstances.

But Snape is a Death Eater.

And Voldemort wanted himself dead.

emmm...

Will he want to resolve the hatred and let me and Voldemort work hand in hand to reconcile?

No, it's not possible...

"Wait a minute, you said the mysterious man...hiss..." Harry's scar started to hurt, and the drunkenness on his body disappeared without a trace along with the pain: "No! What are you going to do? Don't come over... ah…"

Snape approached Harry with a knife, looked at Harry's face and smiled ferociously, as if he had thought of something. Snape hesitated, and after thinking about it, he took the knife and cut Harry's arm. One knife.

For just a moment, Harry felt as if his entire soul belt had been sent into a meat grinder. The burning pain from the scar on his forehead made Harry almost faint.

Two seconds later, Snape looked at Harry rolling his eyes in pain on the chair and sneered.

Even though he was nice to Harry, it didn't stop him from hating Harry.

There is no conflict between the two...

"So much drama..." Snape snorted, put the blood into a small bottle, turned and left.

Harry leaned back on the chair with a dry mouth, stared straight at Snape's leaving figure, took a deep breath, and suddenly opened his palms tied behind the chair.

With a whoosh, a slender wand jumped out of Harry's robes and fell into his hand.

"The strength is relaxed and the strength is released..." The wand in his hand shook slightly, and the vines tied to his body spread out in all directions.

Taking a deep breath and suppressing the pain on his forehead, Harry stumbled towards the principal's office.

"You didn't bring Harry?" Egg looked at Snape curiously.

"He will follow." Snape said casually.

"Okay, let's get started..." Egg shrugged.

Dumbledore nodded and took out a flickering oil lamp from his robes.

"Ah... let's see, you are finally going to resurrect me, right?" Voldemort's weak voice sounded in the soul-gathering lamp. At this time, he no longer had the strength to refuse, so he was naturally happy to hear this kind of thing.

"Shut up, you talk so much..." Iger took the soul lamp, opened the lid and poured the ghost in the lamp into the crucible.

Snape walked to the huge cauldron with long strides, took out his wand and flicked it: "Unintentionally donating your father's bones can regenerate your son!"

With a pop, the small leg bone fragment on the table fell into the dry pot under Snape's control.

The originally crystal-clear potion cracked at this moment, the crucible hissed, sparks flew everywhere, and the potion in the crucible also turned into a conspicuous blue at this moment, just like Beauxbatons' The same color as the school uniform.

"The flesh of your servant...given willingly...will restore the life of your master!"

Egger walked up to Professor McGonagall and slapped the dazed little Barty, with a loud and clear slap.

Little Batib sat up straight from his chair and looked at Egg in front of him with a horrified expression.

"Are you willing to dedicate your life to resurrect your master?" Egger pointed to the crucible behind him.

Little Barty stared at the crucible behind Egg, and then laughed evilly: "Resurrection? Of course I am willing, haha... When my master is resurrected, don't you still think you can survive?"

"Don't play so much!" Iger made a casual stroke, and with a pop, Barty's left arm fell into the crucible. He stopped the bleeding and knocked Barty unconscious. Iger stuffed it into the box again just in case. Resurrection failed, can be used again next time...

Immediately afterwards, Snape took out the small bottle. In an instant, everyone in the room sat up straight and watched the movements of Snape's hands in rapt attention.

"The blood of your enemy, forced to give, can resurrect your enemy..." Snape poured the potion into the cauldron.

The bright red blood fell into the crucible. At the same time, Harry, who was stumbling toward the principal's office in the distance, suddenly stumbled and fell into the corridor.

It was not only Harry who made a move at this moment, but also the eagerly waiting Egg, who was holding a large pig bone in his hand!

Fearing that the resurrection plan would fail halfway, Egger did not throw it into the pot rashly just now.

Instead, he waited until now. At the same time that Harry's blood fell into the pot, Egg threw out the big pig bone in his hand, along with some messy animal bones and blood...

At the same time, the white mist that had just risen above the crucible suddenly boiled violently after Egger threw in the pair of messy things, and the originally pale mist also became chaotic in color.

The mess looked very dirty.

Then, a man's figure slowly rose from the crucible. He was tall and thin, but he had a pig's nose.

No, he not only has a pig's nose, he also has chicken feathers and a cow's tail. Basically, the dishes that students often eat can be found in him...

The only characteristic that Egg could find on him from before was...the strong-looking bald head.

Voldemort is resurrected...

"I can probably imagine the despicable Herbo's mood when he created the basilisk. I really feel a sense of accomplishment..." Egg grinned and muttered softly. The Slytherin on the wall beside him rolled his eyes when he heard this.

Are you sure it's a sense of accomplishment and not some bad taste?

"Do not!!!!"

As soon as he was resurrected, Voldemort's hysterical scream suddenly sounded in the principal's room...