Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

Maybe it's just a few miles away, or maybe it's hundreds of miles away at Hogwarts Castle.

Everyone was on the court, noisy, worried, or talking about where the warriors who were supposed to be holding the trophy and being cheered by the crowd were.

No one noticed that an orange-red light flashed out of the window of the principal's office on the eighth floor of the castle.

If there is a sound that seems to be nothing, it faintly dissipates in the air through the glass.

No, someone noticed.

Dumbledore glanced in the direction of his office without revealing anything, sighed softly, and looked worriedly into the deep night in the distance.

The green light dissipated, leaving only the glistening greenery clinging to the weeds, revealing an ominous atmosphere against the night sky.

No one can be immune to the gnawing melons of Avada coming from all directions.

Even Merlin is no exception.

Not to mention Sur.

Can...

"Am I still alive?" The green light just disappeared for a fleeting moment. Suer opened his eyes in confusion, and the next moment he realized something was wrong with him.

If I am still alive, then what is I with my limbs stretched out, my mouth half-opened, and my eyes losing luster, not far away from the shining Triwizard Cup below?

Oh...Suer couldn't help but raise his hand to pinch his chin, but found that he could see the green weeds below through his hand.

Understand, have you become a soul?

So am I alive or dead?Soul was lost in thought.

The young man in black robes had put down His Highness the Braised Egg in his arms, lit his wand and walked towards him. Even without Pettigrew, there were still people who were willing to be Voldemort's lackeys.

This young man was the same young Auror who appeared in the World Cup Dark Mark incident. Judging from the fact that he was able to hold Voldemort who had not yet been fully resurrected, this guy had become Voldemort's henchman.

The Ministry of Magic under Fudge is indeed no different from a sieve.

"Bang..." There was a soft sound, and Sur watched his body being kicked to the ground and turned over. Even though he couldn't feel the pain now, he was still angry.

I remember you.

This young Death Eater obviously didn't realize that Soul's soul was floating in his body and watching everything. After completing a kick that seemed to vent his anger, the young Death Eater grabbed Harry's arm. His hair just pulled him towards the broken stone tablet.

Harry seemed to be stupid and didn't know the pain, staring straight at Soul's body.

His body left a long trail on the ground.

Tur, who had had a relationship with Soul and took over the role of Pettigrew, used his wand to conjure a long rope, and tied Harry tightly to the broken stone tablet, loop after loop, and then, He stuffed a black rag with no discernible shape into Harry's mouth and left in a hurry.

It seemed that it was time to start, and a dozen or so people appeared around them. The Avada eating the big melon all over the sky just now must have come from their hands, but in the dark, these ten people were all wearing masks, and it was hard to see who was who. .

A big snake crawled out from nowhere and swam on the grass, hissing and spitting out snake messages, circling around the Tom Riddle's tombstone where Harry was bound.

Is it Nagini?Sur's soul was floating in the air, looking at the snake.

This is also a tragic figure...

The person who almost became Aberforth's daughter-in-law, now she is a big snake whose humanity has been completely wiped out...

He is also the soul of the sword master of Gryffindor.

While Sur was silently observing Nagini, there was a sound of a huge thing dragging on the ground, and Ter Yaxley appeared from the darkness dragging a huge crucible.

Call it a crucible, or call it a huge rice vat used in the East for brewing wine. The diameter is at least five feet.

The young Death Eater waved his wand. It seemed a little difficult for him to operate such a huge cauldron. Soul wanted to get closer to see what was there, but found that he could not get within a foot of his body.

"Crack..." The sound sounded, and Harry seemed to have recovered. He managed to open his eyes, and a few flames ignited under the huge crucible, quickly connecting into one.

As the flame changed from weak to strong, the surface of the crucible quickly changed from blue gray to a warming dark red.

"Gudu..." A faint popping sound of bubbles sounded in the crucible, and wisps of steam began to rise.

In about a few seconds, the liquid in the pot began to boil, and the steam became thicker and thicker. At the same time, there were dots of crimson-like sparks splashing out from inside.

With resurrection in sight, our Lord Voldemort seemed very excited, and the bundle used to wrap him was shaking.

"Hurry!" His sharp and cold voice contained uncontrollable excitement and excitement.

"It will be ready soon, Master." Ter was also very excited, his pupils reflecting the light of fire, "Right away! I can't wait to welcome you back even more than you do."

"Okay...good boy, I know you are a good boy...ha..." Voldemort seemed to be trying his best to calm down his agitated mood.

Until the liquid boils completely, the sparks on the water surface seem to be studded with diamonds on the entire surface of the crucible.

Ter Yaxley bent down and carefully opened Voldemort's baby-sized, ugly body.

Soul was a little far away, and the fog interfered with it, so he couldn't fully see how ugly it was. He could only hear Harry's exclamation that couldn't be suppressed even though his mouth was gagged with a cloth.

"Plop..." Voldemort was thrown into the crucible like a magic potion. The liquid boiled more violently and sparks flew everywhere.

With a hissing sound, Voldemort sank.

Yaxley stood quietly by the crucible and waited for about ten breaths. Then he raised his wand and faced the night sky. The moonlight was now covered by dark clouds, and only the firelight illuminated his face. indefinite.

His voice was full of fanaticism and piety.

"The bones of your father, given unintentionally, can bring your son back to life..."

The tomb behind Harry shook, and a rattling sound came from inside. Then, the tomb cracked open, and a plume of dust rose into the air, and fluttered into the crucible under the command of the wand.

The neighing sound in the crucible became louder, and the splashing red sparks turned into a coquettish blue in an instant.

"The servant's flesh is donated voluntarily, but your master..." Yaxley did not pay attention to the changes in the crucible. He still recited the spell devoutly, and at the same time a shining silver dagger flew out of his robe. .

Yaxley stretched out his left hand, stood up on tiptoes, and inserted it directly into the steam. The temperature must have been very high, but Yaxley did not frown at all, and a strange flush appeared on his face.

"Rebirth!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the silver dagger slashed down quickly.

'Pfft..'

'throat..'

A suppressed groan of pain and the sound of a severed hand falling into the crucible sounded simultaneously.

It has to be said that this guy was brainwashed thoroughly by Voldemort. Even the pain of a broken hand was just a groan.

The red light in the crucible became even more dazzling.

Yaxley ignored his still bleeding severed hand and walked to Harry with a somewhat staggering step, followed closely by him with his shiny silver dagger that was not stained by blood.

"Tsk..."..."Ah..." The scream came from Harry, and the sound of the sharp blade piercing into the flesh was the dagger inserted straight into Harry under the control of Yaxley. arm.

The bright red blood immediately soaked into the wizard's robe on Harry's arm, and slowly flowed down again.

Yaxley had already placed a transparent glass bottle under Harry's arm to collect blood.

The flowing blood quickly filled the glass bottle, and Yaxley's face, which looked a little pale due to excessive blood loss, once again had a strange red color.

"Clang." The silver dagger fell to the ground and made a crisp sound when it hit the broken stone tablet.

Ter Yaxley staggered and trembled as he approached the huge crucible, ignoring the flames licking his body, and tilted the mouth of the glass bottle.

Strangely enough, Harry's blood seemed to have a different magic power. The boiling liquid in the crucible calmed down instantly, the steam disappeared, the sparks disappeared, and the dark clouds in the sky were quietly reflected.

Every drop of blood merged with the liquid in the crucible.

The neighing subsided.

But this is only temporary.

Yaxley raised his wand again and recited the last spell reverently and firmly---

"The blood of your enemies, forced to give, can make your enemies——"

"resurrection!"