The transfer student at Hogwarts just wants to fall in love [continued]

Voldemort examined his body happily. Peter fell to the ground beside him, his right wrist bare and bleeding.

This hand was sacrificed to resurrect Voldemort.

"Master," Peter choked as his whole body twitched due to pain, "Master, you...promised me..."

Voldemort didn't even look at him, he just ignored him and walked towards Lucius.

"Extend your arms."

"Owner!!!"

Peter sobbed desperately.

He couldn't believe it and didn't want to believe that he had just helped resurrect Voldemort and even given one of his hands.

Was actually abandoned?

Lucius glanced at him.

I can't help but feel a little sad that the rabbit is dead and the fox is dead.

My future should be similar...

If you didn't form an alliance with that kid.

Although I was thinking about it in my mind, my hand movements were not slow at all.

He stretched out his right arm, and Voldemort pulled his sleeve up, revealing the bloody tattoo on his forearm.

That was the pattern that appeared in the sky at the Quidditch World Cup.

The Dark Mark.

Voldemort looked at the Dark Mark carefully and pressed his pale fingers on it.

Lucius looked in pain, and the mark on his arm gradually turned black.

A cruel smile appeared on Voldemort's face.

"How many people have the guts to come back after feeling it?" he murmured, looking at the dim sky in the distance.

"How many things are so stupid that they don't come?"

The scar on Harry's forehead began to hurt again.

He raised his head and his eyes met Lucius's.

Draco's father was actually a Death Eater.

Was he the one who attacked me just now?

but……

Harry's expression was a bit strange. Would a Death Eater use such a "gentle" spell to make him faint?

The force that caused him to fall unconscious just now was too gentle, otherwise he would not have woken up so quickly.

He suddenly remembered that Mo Bai had said before that he was going to find Peter Pettigrew, and it sounded like someone close to Voldemort.

And just now he seemed to have everything under control.

This pure-blooded noble wizard couldn't be one of our own, right?

Harry should be lucky that Voldemort is now fully devoted to the joy of rebirth and summoning his younger brother, otherwise Lucius would have been betrayed by him.

And when Voldemort turned to look at him and met those scarlet snake eyes, Harry had no intention of thinking about what was there and what was not.

Unlike in the nightmare, in addition to the terrifying face, Harry could feel the almost breathless pressure and the horror that eroded into his bones.

It was something that could not be felt at all in a dream, coming from Voldemort's deep and evil dark magic.

Voldemort looked at Harry with a snake-like smile.

"Harry Potter," his voice was thick, like a poisonous snake spitting a message, "we meet again."

Harry held his breath and watched as Voldemort got closer and closer to him.

He was still a little timid when facing Voldemort directly.

Although he was tied tightly and couldn't turn his head, he still looked in the direction Mo Bai left.

Although he trusted Mo Bai, he was also a little panicked.

Brother, are you really going to let me fight Voldemort alone?

Voldemort showed his pale teeth and smiled sinisterly.

"Are you still counting on that person named Mo Bai? Facing Obscurus, what can a young wizard do no matter how talented he is?"

That was Mo Ran, and even he was afraid of that power.

As if echoing him, there was a roar, and huge wind pressure rolled in from the distance.

Voldemort's black robe was caught in the strong wind and wrapped tightly around his thin body.

But he didn't care at all, because they all saw the overwhelming black fog in the distance that even blocked the moonlight.

There is also a frightening smell of black magic.

In just a few seconds, the black mist shrank rapidly.

Harry could feel the aura getting closer and closer, and after a while, he could see a black mist flying towards them at high speed.

Voldemort chuckled, "It's over a little sooner than I thought."

Harry's heart sank.

But it hasn’t sunk in yet.

Because he found that something was wrong with this black mist.

The speed was extremely fast, but the surrounding black smoke escaped at an even faster speed. In just a few seconds, the black mist shrank by a full circle.

boom!

Black mist hit the ground heavily, causing earth and rocks to fly.

Voldemort flicked his sleeves and robes, and the transparent magic shield blocked the flying stones.

"Mo, what are you doing?"

"Shut up!"

Mo's voice came from the black fog, and Voldemort looked sinister.

"How dare you talk to me like that?!"

"It's good that he can talk now."

hum!

At that moment, there seemed to be an overwhelming hum in the air.

Harry, Peter Pettigrew and Lucius bent down uncontrollably, a thought flashed through their minds.

The sky is falling?

They felt as if the air around them was heavier than ten pounds, oppressing them and unable to lift their heads.

Rubbles and smoke suddenly fell to the ground, and even the black mist was compressed on the ground, revealing Mo's torn clothes.

Lucius looked shocked.

This is magic, that boy's magic.

But he had never seen anyone who could make someone stand upright with just magic power.

Every time he meets the other person, he allows himself to see his cognitive blind spots.

An extremely terrifying possibility suddenly occurred to him.

Dumbledore, can he compete with this fourteen-year-old boy now?

Although Voldemort did not bend down, his black robe was tightly attached to his thin body by the heavy magic power.

His snake face became distorted, and he slowly raised his wand, and the sound of grinding teeth filled the air.

Voldemort's robe gradually returned to its original shape and became looser.

But his face was still ugly, and his blood-red pupils looked behind him.

Mo Bai was wearing a snow-white robe, standing in mid-air as calmly as a noble prince.

"First meeting, Tom Riddle."