Reborn Evil Wizard

The figure walking towards Potter step by step was unexpectedly short. He shuttled awkwardly between those eerie tombstones, but he was still wary of his arms.

Potter's gaze was imprinted on the man's arms motionlessly, and what was being held there was nothing but a baby—a living, ugly, and hideous baby that looked like an alien.

As he got closer, Potter already knew who the small, cloaked figure was walking toward him.Peter Pettigrew, the traitor who was imprisoned in Azkaban and escaped with a group of Death Eaters inside, and now he brought his very sad and ridiculous master, appeared again in his in front of.

The dark green eyes suddenly turned scarlet. Potter ignored the mouse that he ignored. He just stared fixedly at the terrifying baby in the other's arms. His skin was dark and red, and his body was covered with Scales, and most unacceptable was his face—a face as flat as a snake, with a sinister red glow in his eyes.

It's really pathetic... such a gesture.

He curled the corners of his mouth, and his smile was vicious and rampant.

Living so lingeringly for the sake of living, until now he still has the heart to win or lose, should he praise his persistence, no matter how unbearable, the bleak brilliance of that desire is still so dazzling And alluring.

Potter's heart was screaming.

Because he has already felt the indescribable hunger that he once felt when he crossed the Horcrux. At the beginning, the lack of soul yearned for completeness, but now the powerful soul has begun to yearn for a higher level of evolution .

Devour it, devour it, if you eat it, something unexpected will happen, if you eat it clean, you will make yourself and even your soul feel happy, so...

Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it...

Endless desires poured out, and that kind of spiritual need was enough to make him tremble all over. Potter was almost enjoying this need. He looked at the baby opposite who was also trembling uncontrollably, handsome Greed and devouring cruelty were revealed on his face.

"Harry Potter..."

A hoarse and unpleasant voice came from the baby, which belonged to Voldemort's main soul.

"We met again. You really gave me an unforgettable meeting gift when I was in the first grade... Until now, thinking of you makes my soul throb! It hurts so much! I was defeated again How can I accept the same underage little wizard twice!?"

Voldemort's hideous snake face was distorted, and he was almost screaming, "I said, I will come back, I will come back to you with death...Harry Potter!"

"So you sent someone to play a little trick at the end of the Triwizard Tournament, and someone made a move in the Triwizard Cup to get me here." Potter rolled his mouth and chuckled softly. With a voice, he still maintained the posture of covering half of his face with his palms, with a strange look faintly revealed between his fingers.

"You really have perseverance... Voldemort, it seems that you are fully prepared this time?" Looking at the tombstone standing at the foot, the words "Tom Riddle" engraved on it are So eye-catching, Potter chuckled, and there was indescribable sarcasm and sarcasm in that laugh. "Do you think you can succeed this time? Just relying on this trash in front of you and your ugly posture now, huh? Don't you plan to play casually and then give up? Anyway, you have lost more than once or twice. "

"You'll soon find out if I'm just playing around, Harry Potter," said Voldemort hoarsely, and he even let out a crunching laugh, "As I said, Voldemort is won't die!"

"I will let you know...the wrath of the Dark Lord..."

Wormtail didn't move while holding Voldemort, but that didn't mean no one moved.

Potter's figure slowly stiffened, because many death eaters in black cloaks whose faces could not be seen appeared as quietly as ghosts around him. They surrounded Voldemort's center, holding their wands All point to the solitary savior.

And at this moment Voldemort's words just fell.

"Hey, hey, he's surrounded." Potter shook his head helplessly, threw his wand to the ground under the threat of countless Death Eaters, and then spread his hands and shrugged to show his innocence. "I didn't realize it at all. You ambushed such a Death Eater just to deal with me. You are so careful, Voldemort."

Obediently letting the magic on the opposite side bind him firmly, Potter also cooperated obediently as if giving up.

He was thrown aside, as if someone else had more important things than how to kill him at this time.There was the sound of scratching the grass, and the moment Potter heard the sound, he turned his head, and met a huge silver-white serpent like a basilisk that slid out of the grass.

Potter blinked his eyes, and the big snake who was so close that he could almost see the fine lines in the opponent's scales also blinked, and then one person and one snake froze at the same time.

【Oh, Naniji...my little girl, I haven't seen you for a long time, how are you doing?Will there be regular lamb for every meal? 】Potter looked at the snake like a basilisk in a friendly tone. If it hadn't been tied up, he might have stretched out his hand to touch that smooth and cold head.

The little girl Naniji is also a little dizzy. In fact, she is not too young, but in the eyes of the owner, this little pet who has been with her for the longest time is still the innocent and lovely little girl.

【Tom...? Naniji blinked again, her inverted triangular snake head turned, stared at Potter for a moment, then turned to stare at Baby Voldemort for a while, and then she realized that she was even more dizzy . [There are two Toms...] [Your little head is not suitable for thinking about such complicated things, obediently step aside and play by yourself.Come back after playing for a while, and your Tom will become one again. 】【Yeah?Does Tom turn into one just by playing for a while?That's just right, I'll go find something to eat first, and I just found a group of lambs, I haven't eaten lambs for a long time...] Naniji, who was fooled, nodded her huge snake head, and obediently obeyed Potter's shaking swam away.

Potter watched the big snake disappear into the grass. He half-closed his eyes and licked the dry corners of his lips. The Horcrux fragments hidden in her body when Naniji approached just now were attracting him, almost making him unable to bear it. Can't help destroying the extremely smooth plan that was carried out before, and directly shot.

But it seems that Potter's endurance is better than he imagined, or rather, he was more intoxicated by the thrill of his soul during sex than when he was tempted by the incomparable temptation.

Fortunately, when Naniji walked away, the feeling of temptation gradually disappeared, and Potter also regained his composure, but he began to perform extremely vigorously.While turning his head and staring at those death eaters who were almost all as silent as a mold, he looked and looked again and again, and at the same time, he was curious about Wormtail's strange behavior like circling around a stone cauldron, making fire and brewing potions Incessantly, I interrupted to ask a few words from time to time.

"Hey, are you planning to have a picnic party in the cemetery?"

"Oh, the Death Eaters' year-end party?"

"Of course not, Potter. And shut up, Potter." The baby yelled harshly, but it couldn't stop Potter's fiery adventurous heart.

"At least you should tell me why you tied me here? I thought you would kill me as soon as we met." Potter said nonchalantly, as if he didn't care about his wealth and life at all.

Voldemort did not answer his question, for he had been thrown straight into the cauldron, still blazing below, by his devoted servant.

With a "plop", Potter could even hear the sound of the opponent sinking to the bottom of the cauldron.This made him close his eyes in horror.

Now no one cares about this seemingly harmless savior who fell into the net. The Death Eaters and their masters are holding an evil sacrifice in this black crow's cemetery. Gathering together like a religious ceremony, facing the boiling stone cauldron, Wormtail waved his wand like a priest and murmured incantations continuously.

"Father's bones were donated unintentionally, but your son was born again!"

"The servant's meat, donate it voluntarily, but your master will be reborn!"

"The blood of the enemy is forced to be sacrificed, but your enemy is resurrected!"

His arm was cut by a sharp blade, but Potter didn't cry out in pain, and he even acted as if he couldn't wait to see the result of the ritual.There is absolutely no need to care about that little bit of blood, how can physical pain block the joy in his heart.

Finally, the cauldron boiled up.The flame was extinguished, and a white steam rose from it, emitting a dazzling light, turning everything around it into a black velvety color.

Then, a man's figure slowly rose from the white mist. He was tall and thin, his face was flat like a snake, his eyes were scarlet like blood, and his voice was piercing...

"Look, Harry Potter! Now, I'm resurrected!"

"Yes, now, you are resurrected."

Potter watched as Voldemort was reborn through the ritual of flesh and blood. He grinned, his sharp teeth shining sharply, and the curved arc seemed to be unable to control his own happiness any longer.

His voice was melodious, echoing low in the dark space.

"And after that, you will step into eternal death."