HP: Embrace the Darkness

"It's you, Peter Pettigrew." Harry said the name through gritted teeth.

Peter glanced at him coldly, said nothing, raised the dagger that had just cut off his own hand and slashed Harry's hand hard, and blood flowed out along the dagger bit by bit.

Harry bit his lip and did not scream.

Peter returned to the cauldron holding the bloody dagger and dropped the blood into the cauldron.

At the same time, he muttered: "The blood from the enemy is forced to donate, giving the enemy resurrection."

As soon as he finished speaking, the smoke from the large crucible continued to rise. Through the refraction of the smoke, one could vaguely see the interplay of blue, green, and red light inside.

Ace stood up straight.

His heart was still throbbing, but over time, he got used to it, and it didn't affect his thinking and movements much, as long as it wasn't too intense.

His probing eyes stayed on the large cauldron, his fingertips hanging down by his side moved slightly, and another layer of spells was placed around him. He quietly waited for Voldemort's resurrection.

The audience has arrived and the stage has been set up. Now we are waiting for the protagonist to come on stage to complete this performance.

Under the gaze of the three people, the cauldron was boiling more and more, and the smoke almost covered Harry's head.

You must know that Harry is five or six meters away from the big cauldron, but you can imagine how much movement there is in the big cauldron.

Not only are they waiting, everyone in Hogwarts is waiting for a result.

The boiling suddenly stopped, and a pair of hands with bulging veins grabbed the edge of the crucible.

"No, it shouldn't be like this."

Harry watched in despair as Voldemort floated up from the cauldron and put on the robes Pettigrew handed him.

"I am back."

A depressingly cold and extremely crazy voice came out of his mouth.

Voldemort is announcing his return.

Both Harry and everyone in Hogwarts fell into deathly silence.

Voldemort looked at Harry coldly, then lowered his head to admire his current body.

He checked from his slender, strong hands to his hairless head.

He is satisfied.

Voldemort put down his hand, took out a wand from the wide band of his robe, and caressed it gently.

"Long time no see, my good friend."

Then, he pointed his wand at Peter and waved it lazily, motioning for him to come up.

Peter walked up tremblingly, stretched out his right hand towards Voldemort, and looked at Voldemort.

"Master...Master, I...I know...you will not forget my contribution."

"Shut up, it's not this hand."

Voldemort impatiently grabbed his left hand and used a magic spell to cut open the sleeve. When he saw the mark of the Dark Devil on it, a trace of nostalgia and malice appeared in his eyes.

"My good friends must have missed me. It doesn't matter. I will give them a surprise and let me see who comes first."

"Who is it that is so stupid as to betray me?"

His voice was drawn out unhurriedly, and there was a careless cruelty in his tone.

madness?

Aces's face suddenly turned cold. He slowly put on his gloves and flicked the pocket watch with his fingertips. The invisible energy was sent out with the help of the pocket watch.

Rowena, who was far away in Hogwarts, was surprised to feel the vibration of the communication mirror.

I thought Merlin had discovered what was going on here, but when he picked it up, he found two lines:

Ms. Ravenclaw, please give me one thing. If Sif wants to leave Hogwarts, please stop him. If you need anything in the future, please feel free to tell me.

Rowena hesitated and looked at Snape, who was sitting alone not far away.

Thinking of the books sent by Asseth one after another, and the careful analysis and annotations on them.

Rowena sighed silently, but still focused on Snape's hand.

It had only been a minute since Voldemort issued the summoning command, and he was already a little impatient.

Suddenly his eyes lit up and he stared at Harry as if he were seeing a fun toy.

"Are you Harry Potter? My destined opponent? It seems..."

Voldemort looked up and down at Harry, who was curled up on the ground, with indescribable disgust in his eyes.

"Okay, it's just average. Anyway, I will kill you in the end."

He raised his wand idly, and the tip gently lifted Harry's chin.

"Come on, tell me what spells you know. Do you know the Death Curse? Ah... I forgot. How could Dumbledore let you learn the Death Curse?"

The cold wand pressed against Harry, and he couldn't help but lean back, groping around on the ground with his hands, looking for his wand.

Voldemort saw his actions and sneered: "But it doesn't matter, I can teach you. After all, it's no fun if the opponent is too weak."

He seemed to really feel that way, and he kindly helped Harry up and started teaching seriously.

"Do you know the three unforgivable curses? The Death Curse is one of them. Is it too fast to start with the Death Curse? Well... let's start with the Cruciatus Curse. It's simple, and you can experience it yourself. .”

Everyone in Hogwarts was silent, listening to Voldemort's lectures in silence.

Dumbledore frowned and looked hesitantly at the officials from the Ministry of Magic. He weighed the pros and cons for a few seconds. In the end, the pros outweighed the cons and calmly watched everything develop.

Voldemort pointed his wand at Harry enthusiastically, "Are you ready?"

He didn't mean to wait for Harry's answer. He stood up as soon as he finished speaking and said in a cold voice: "Crush the heart and cut out the bones."

Voldemort controlled his strength, but this was not something Harry could bear. The overwhelming pain rendered him speechless and he could only struggle in vain on the ground.

After a few times, he ran out of energy and couldn't even struggle. He only fell to the ground panting.

Voldemort found it boring and stopped.

"It seems that you can't learn anything from it. I ignored your stupidity. In this case..."

His eyes searched the surroundings and landed on Cedric, who was almost out of breath.

Peter didn't realize that Cedric was alive, but he did.

Seeing Harry's expression change with satisfaction, Voldemort happily selected the next teaching item.

"Then let him take a good look, Harry Potter. You will also try it on him later."

Harry glared at Voldemort resentfully, "Don't touch him!"

The more he resisted, the happier Voldemort became.

"Ha, cut out the heart and gouge out the bones!"

Harry watched Voldemort's actions in despair, feeling powerless filling his heart.

The red light flew towards Cedric.

Before it landed on Cedric, he was hit by another red light and disappeared without a trace.

Voldemort followed the direction of the red light and finally saw Artes lazily leaning on the tree, carelessly playing with the wand in his hand.

Feeling the cold and sticky gaze falling on him, Artes seemed to suddenly realize the existence of Voldemort. He raised his eyes lightly, with a little smile at the end of his eyes.

"Mr. Riddle, it is the duty of us professors to teach students magic spells. You have crossed the line."

Voldemort raised his wand and pointed it at Asseth, and the green light dimly lit up.

"who are you?"