Ancient wizards return to Hogwarts.

The liquid in the pool began to boil like boiling water, and the foul smell filled the cave, making people feel suffocated.

Taurus is worthy of being the elite in the secret order. Even in such a harsh environment, he still methodically prepares the pool of magic potion in front of him.

"Add what you mentioned before." Voldemort's voice came from the pool.

"Think carefully," Taurus narrowed his eyes, "If the fusion fails, you will either die or go crazy."

"Go ahead, death cannot harm the great Voldemort."

Seeing that the guy in front of him was so confident, Taurus did not stop him and directly took out the divine corpse prepared for Voldemort by the organization.

These divine bones come from four gods, namely the mortal snake Jörmungandr, the world-destroying wolf Fenrir, the goddess of death Hela, and the ultimate black dragon Nidhoggr.

In the ancient prophecy, they are the culprits of the Ragnarok. But when the Ragnarok really came, this prophecy seemed not so accurate...

The remains of these four gods are a "set" that the Secret Order has spent tremendous effort to search for, but because the resentment and murderous intent contained in them are too strong, no one can withstand their power.

Now that I'm giving it to Voldemort, I don't feel bad about it.

For the Order, it would be great if Voldemort could successfully fuse the remains of the four gods, as they would have a powerful ally. If the fusion failed, the crippled Voldemort could be recycled, and some of the resentment in the remains could be absorbed, so they would not lose out anyway.

"Release the remains of Jörmungandr first. I like snakes the best." Voldemort was at the bottom of the pool, giving orders continuously.

Taurus's face turned pale, and he kept telling himself in his heart: Don't get angry with a dead person, it's not worth it, it's unnecessary!

He lined up the four boxes on the ground, then took out three small packages and placed them next to the boxes.

After waiting for a while, when he saw the surface of the pool begin to sparkle like diamonds, Taurus knew the time had come. He picked up the first small package and threw it into the pool.

"Father's bones, donated inadvertently, can give your son regeneration!" Taurus's cold and hard voice rang out in the dirty cave, and along with it, the diamond-like splashes of water on the surface of the pool broke, and blue liquid splashed everywhere, hissing as it fell on the wall of the cave.

According to the normal process, Taurus would then add the "flesh of servants" and "blood of enemies", but the Secret Order modified Voldemort's resurrection process and added the remains of four gods.

Taurus opened the first box and took out a huge bone fragment from the box that was cast with the traceless extension spell. This fragment alone was half a person's height.

"The bones of the Earthly Serpent grant you an endless desire to devour until the end of the world."

The moment the bones were thrown into the pool, a roar seemed to transcend time and echoed throughout the cave.

Just a roar made Taurus break out in a cold sweat. After the bone fragments sank into the pool, he threw the second small package into it with trepidation.

“The flesh of your servant, a voluntary donation, may restore the life of your master.”

The meat thrown into the pool was certainly not Taurus's, but what he had cut from Bella when he went to Azkaban. First, he was not a servant of Voldemort, and second, he could not voluntarily donate his own flesh, which could not meet the requirements of the resurrection ceremony.

After throwing Bella's meat in, Taurus opened two boxes in succession, one containing a piece of rotten meat and the other containing a tuft of dark hair.

"The flesh of the goddess of death grants you authority over the underworld, and the fur of the world-destroying wolf allows you to devour the world."

After the remains of the two gods were added, the surface of the pool returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

Looking at the calm surface of the pool, Taurus felt something was wrong. He felt that something dangerous was brewing under the water.

Taurus even had the urge to abandon everything and escape from the cave. But this was impossible, as everything he had was given by the Secret Order, and he could not betray the organization's plan.

He forced himself to suppress his inner uneasiness and continued to add the blood of his enemy. This was the easiest thing to obtain. He could just pull a tube of blood from any wizard in Diagon Alley. After all, there were not many wizards who had no grudges against Voldemort.

But Taurus was not perfunctory, he had carefully selected this tube of blood. The owner of the blood was named Neville Longbottom.

After the blood entered the pool, the delicate balance seemed to be broken, the pool began to boil again, diamond-like sparks flew everywhere, and when they landed on a person, they would immediately turn into a huge bubble.

Taurus endured the pain, opened the last box, and poured the dragon blood of the ultimate black dragon Nidhogg into it.

The dragon blood completely detonated the pool water, and the liquid gushing out like a volcanic eruption swept Taurus in. This powerful monk of the secret society just groaned and disappeared, without even having time to deploy his own domain.

After a long time, the noise in the cave gradually subsided. Aries, who was driven out of the cave by Taurus before the ceremony began, returned to the cave cautiously.

The topography of the cave had completely changed, and Aries almost got lost in it, but she eventually made it to the pool.

At this time, the pool was filled with ink-black liquid, everything fell into an eerie calm, and Taurus disappeared without a trace.

Aries bravely waited by the pool for a while. When she couldn't hold back any longer and was about to return to the headquarters to report, things finally changed.

The ink in the pool faded away little by little. After a while, Aries found Voldemort curled up at the bottom of the pool. He was like a baby, constantly absorbing the pool water into his body, and then draining the filtered water out.

With each inhalation and exhalation, the color of the pool water gradually became lighter.

When the water in the pool became clear, Voldemort opened his eyes.

With a splash, he emerged naked from the pool. He was tall and thin, like a skeleton.

"I have never been so powerful. I am invincible... Change my clothes!" A cold and sharp voice sounded in Aries' ears.

Aries, who is naturally compatible with the God's body, was born with a golden key. She had a smooth life, so how could she serve others? So she was angered by Voldemort's order.

But when she raised her head and made eye contact with Voldemort, she became scared.

Those were a pair of red eyes with upright pupils and bright orange inside, exactly like a snake's. There wasn't a trace of human emotion in them, not even negative emotions like resentment could be seen.

Voldemort's appearance also changed significantly.

Aries had seen Voldemort's appearance before, as a handsome young man. That was the appearance of the soul fragment in the Horcrux, and it was Voldemort's appearance when the Horcrux was made.

But now he is simply a monster!

He was extremely tall, but skinny, with skin as white as paper, but covered with a layer of long gray-black hair. If Voldemort's upper body still looked like a human, his lower body looked more like a rotting corpse! The flesh below the waist had already decayed and turned black, and there was a faint stench of a dead body. His body still looked human, but his head didn't even have a human shape.

Red eyeballs and orange snake pupils are needless to say. Voldemort's nose became as flat as a snake's, leaving only two thin slits in the nostrils, his bald head was covered with scaly skin, and his temples were high and bulging like dragon horns.

Aries, who was frightened, lowered his head and fetched a wizard robe for Voldemort and put it on him.

"Food, I need to eat." After putting on his clothes, Voldemort continued to give orders.

Aries was stunned, then immediately fetched their food reserves.

Voldemort sat down cross-legged, took the food from Aries without caring about his image, and started to eat it without even heating it up.

Voldemort ate very quickly, throwing food into his mouth, chewing it twice and swallowing it into his stomach. He seemed to have turned into a snake and didn't need to chew at all.

At first, he ate normal food such as bread, cheese, sausage, and fruit. Later, he even threw flour, dried meat, and eggs directly into his mouth.

The originally skinny ribs bulged out at an alarming rate, making it look like a ball was stuffed in the chest.

After clearing out the food reserves of the four members of the Order in a very short time, Voldemort glanced at Aries. His eyes were full of desire, just like the eyes of a predator looking at its plump prey.

Aries is terrified.

For a moment, she felt as if Voldemort would pounce on her, tear off her robes and devour her. She had a vague idea of ​​Taurus's whereabouts.

But in the end, Voldemort suppressed his inner desire - if he killed the woman in front of him, the connection between him and the secret order would be cut off.

Although it would not be difficult for the secret society to find him, it would probably take a lot of time to explain, and he did not want to waste time on this.

"That Taurus seemed to have mentioned that the British Ministry of Magic will be hosting the Quidditch World Cup this year?"

Aries nodded.

"How long until the finals start?"

"Less than a month."

Voldemort narrowed his eyes: The World Cup final, that means there will be a lot of people gathered there.

He laughed. It was time to give the British wizarding world a little shock.

Let this World Cup be the stage for your resurrection!

“I will bring destruction and death! Are you ready? Albus Dumbledore, and Harry Potter!” Voldemort laughed wildly, and a dark shadow spread out from under his feet, gradually covering the entire cave...

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"Ah!!!" Harry suddenly turned over and sat up in bed, feeling a sharp pain in his forehead.

His scars burned.

It took Harry a full minute to recover from the severe pain. He reached out his trembling hands, found his glasses on the bedside table, and put them on his nose.

Even with his glasses on, Harry still saw double. The intense pain seemed to saw his head open, and sweat soaked his pajamas.

There was a loud bang, and an extremely old elf appeared in front of Harry's bed.

"Master Potter, do you need Kreacher's service?" it asked in a low, hoarse voice. Kreacher bowed deeply to Harry, and his ugly big nose poked directly into the floor. While bowing, it also "whispered" in a voice that it thought only it could hear: "The bastard who was brought into the house by the prodigal son and defiled the sacred Black ancestral house..."

When he first moved in, Harry would get mad at Kreacher for his "whispers", but now he's used to it.

After a month of getting along, he had long been accustomed to Kreacher's madness. He knew that this poor house-elf was just old and confused and had been indoctrinated with too many wrong ideas.

Of course, habit doesn't mean no dislike, so he simply waved his hand and asked Kreacher to leave his bedroom.

To be honest, Kreacher's appearance made Harry even more uncomfortable. He always felt like he was being watched by this house-elf.

Harry's feeling was correct, Kreacher had indeed been monitoring the uninvited guest who "broke into" the Black ancestral home.

Kreacher left cursing, and Harry's sleepiness disappeared completely.

He regretted not asking Rice for some calming potion before leaving school.

He lay on the soft bed, staring at the exquisite crystal chandelier on the ceiling. As time passed, his scars didn't hurt as much.

'How long have I been here? ' Harry suddenly asked himself. He counted on his fingers and realized it was about a month.

This was the happiest time of his life - apart from his time at Hogwarts.

A spacious bedroom, a clean and comfortable bed, three meals a day to eat as much as you want, and most importantly, there will be no yelling and scolding from Uncle Vernon. Harry had never dreamed of such a day before.

Thinking back to the happy life of the past month, Harry's mood gradually calmed down. Slowly, he felt sleepy again and fell asleep again.

The next morning, Harry met Sirius in the restaurant.

At this moment, he was reading today's Daily Prophet.

"Are you awake? Breakfast will be ready soon. Would you like a cup of tea first? Coffee is fine too." Suddenly seeing Harry sitting opposite him, Sirius was in a trance and had a momentary hallucination: Harry looked so much like his father that his memory was confused for a moment. He thought it was James who came.

Harry poured himself a cup of hot tea.

After hesitating for a moment, Harry told Sirius about the change in his scar.

Sirius tossed the newspaper aside and frowned.

"I'll write Dumbledore and ask."

"Don't--" Harry raised his hand suddenly. Seeing Sirius looking at him with a puzzled look, he quickly explained: "Dumbledore is busy..."

"This is unusual." Sirius didn't have as many concerns as Harry. He felt that Dumbledore's "jobs" were of lower priority than the change in Harry's scar.

Harry:…

"Don't think about those troubles." Seeing Harry's low mood, Sirius chose to change the subject: "I remember you made an appointment with the Weasley family to watch the Quidditch World Cup together?"

Weasley joined Quidditch, and Harry's interest was finally aroused.

"Yes!" said Harry excitedly.

He will be going to the Burrow in a few days.

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Update is here. Good night~