Snape's personal assistant

Harry's words didn't cause any ripples on Dumbledore's calm face, as usual, he stroked Harry's messy hair and smiled brightly: "Okay, Harry, this is just a nightmare, have a good rest.

"But, but the professor..." Anxiously, his tone raised a few degrees unconsciously.

"Harry, take it easy, you're just too tired recently, you'll be fine soon, drink this..." Harry found a cup handed to him, and he took it in a daze, " Drink it, and you'll be better. Calm down, and now, if you like, you can talk about your dreams."

After drinking the potion containing the tranquilizer, Harry's tone became calm. He glanced at Draco involuntarily, and slowly organized his words. In the end, he still didn't say anything about Malfoy's presence.

"Okay, son. Let me take care of all this. The most important thing for you now is to rest." After finishing speaking, Dumbledore pulled the quilt for Harry, patted him on the shoulder, and signaled with comforting eyes.

In the past two days, Harry has been avoiding Draco a little bit, trying to avoid being alone with him, he is afraid that if he catches Draco's eyes, he will tell everything.At this time, Neville, who has a very weak sense of Gryffindor's presence, becomes a very good shield.After all, who can face the occasional death shot of the Slytherin prince?

During the flying lesson, the unstoppable Draco managed to frighten away a group of innocent people and stopped Harry with one hand.

"What are you arguing about?" He grabbed Harry's arm, his voice was extremely low, and he didn't want those irrelevant people to watch.

"No, no. Draco, go, go to class, yes, if there is something to do, get out of class, let's talk about it after class." The stammering answer made Draco's anger rise instantly, Harry rolled his eyes, tried to get the broom, and changed the subject.In an instant, Harry felt a force jerk his body, and his legs were lifted off the ground.But his hand was firmly glued to the broom, and Draco, who was pulling him, was also suspended in mid-air.

Suddenly, the surrounding wind was howling, and Harry only had time to see Professor Hodge running towards him, and he felt as if he was sucked into some weird place, until his feet fell heavily on the ground, and Harry struggled to lift Start: "Where is this?"

"If you can get up on me first, maybe I can better observe the surrounding environment." Draco, who was pressed by Harry, almost couldn't lift it up in one breath. Although Harry was not heavy, he fell down By the way, someone hit the ground hard, and the damage was not small.

Harry stood up quickly, helped Draco up as well, and looked around.They had completely left Hogwarts territory.Apparently dozens of miles had been traveled—maybe hundreds of miles—for even the mountains surrounding the castle were no longer visible.The weirdest thing is that it was still daytime just now, and the night was as deep as a pearl falling into the bottom of a lake, faintly exuding a strange light, covered in mist, and now they were standing in front of a large cemetery in the dark, a big purple plant The cedar trees and the outline of a small church in the distance are faintly visible.A hill rose to their left.Harry could just make out the outline of a handsome old house on the side of the hill.

Draco looked down at the broom, his face gradually becoming serious: "Get your wand out." Then he looked up at Harry again, sounding a little nervous, and explained, "This is a Portkey .”

Understanding the seriousness and danger of the matter, Harry nodded and held his wand tightly in his hand. The tension made his palm feel a little hot and humid.He looked around the cemetery, it was so dead silent, a little gloomy: "Tell me, could it be..."

"I don't know." Draco interrupted Harry roughly, his childhood training had given him the strange feeling that they were being watched.He squinted nervously around in the darkness until a group of dark figures approached, walking toward them from among the graves.

But when he saw the leader clearly, his face became distorted, his eyes were full of disbelief, his clenched fists were bluish white, as if something had strangled his throat: "Father, Godfather."

"Oh? Our little Harry, why, can't speak with excitement?"

What shocked Harry the most was not the appearance of Snape and Malfoy, but the man in front of him who grew up like Voldemort in his youth.The weirdest thing was that he seemed to be holding a person in his arms. The whole body of that person was covered by a black cloak, only a pair of bare ankles were exposed. It was vaguely clear that the person was naked.

Voldemort kept walking into Harry, and the moonlight shone through the yew tree, casting shadows that appeared and disappeared on his body, making the whole person smudged with more dark energy, making his aura more gloomy, and his usual bohemian smile It still hangs on the face, but there is a bit more determination not to give up until the goal is reached.

Looking at Voldemort, the weird red pupils made Harry feel uncomfortable all over, as if bugs were crawling through his internal organs, and his scars burst open in pain without a sound.I've never felt so much pain in my life.The pain was so great that he had to cover it with his hand, which also caused the wand to fall to the ground.He bent his legs and knelt on the ground.He couldn't see anything, he just felt a splitting headache.

"Except your weapons."

A flash of green light flashed across Harry's eyelids, and he heard Draco's wand drop beside him.This magic actually came from Uncle Malfoy's wand.

Draco, who was going to help Harry, paused because of the sudden change. He looked at the wand dropped aside in disbelief, his mind was full of numbness, doubt and disbelief.

"Wormtail, hurry up and drag those two brats here." Life in Azkaban did not change Bella's high-spirited character. She stood behind Voldemort, frowning and commanding to cower Peter.

"Bella, Draco, I will discipline myself." A trace of contempt flashed at the corner of Lucius' mouth, and he strode forward, pulling Draco into his arms.Draco struggled violently at first, but soon, he calmed down, lowered his head, expressionless.

Wormtail looked back at Voldemort's face, and seeing that he didn't object, he dragged his body and picked up Harry and Draco's wands.Then he dragged Harry towards the marble tombstone.Harry saw the name Tom Riddle on the tombstone by the flickering light of his wand.He was turned around, his back was facing the tombstone, and he was tied with a thick rope to the tombstone.

I don't know whether it was because of excitement or nervousness, Peter's fingers kept trembling, touching the knots on the ropes.It wasn't until he was sure that Harry was tied tightly to the tombstone that he couldn't move a step, then he took out a black thing from the cloak and stuffed it into Harry's mouth.Then, without saying a word, he turned and ran back to Voldemort very quickly. .

"It's time to start, Master." Snape said as he took out a stone-sized cauldron from his interspatial pocket.The other Death Eaters had already set up a bonfire, stepped forward and put the cauldron on it.

As various potions were continuously added to the crucible, not only bubbles appeared on the surface of the liquid, but sparks also entered and exited, as if it was on fire.

A flash of fiery red caught Harry's gaze. Enduring the severe pain, he desperately opened his eyes wide. At that time, Harry felt that his consciousness was like a mess, but he still remembered.That feather, Whomping Willow, yes, that day, it was Assistant Professor Lin's feather.

Snape put a small bag of feathers into the cauldron piece by piece, and the entire surface of the water in the cauldron was instantly covered with sparks, and it looked as if it was studded with diamonds.The pot of water had turned fiery red.Its blinding light pierced Harry's eyes

"Ready, master."

"Snape, tell me, when I fully recover, my lucky number next time should be seventy. Sure enough, seven is not enough. Besides, with my precious little bird here, nothing can go wrong." Voldemort's voice He looked very happy, not at all like he was discussing with Snape, but rather determined.He finally opened the cloak hat of the man in his arms first, revealing Lin Kaiwei's pale face.

"Go ahead, Wormtail."

Peter muttered words.He raised his wand, closed his eyes, and tremblingly called out the ancient spell into the night sky.As the bones of the father and the muscles of the servants were added to the cauldron one by one, the liquid in the cauldron boiled even more fiercely.

The pain of losing his finger made Peter gasp and groan in pain, but he still literally chanted the incantation: "O blood of the enemy...conquered by force...you will...resuscitate your opponent... "

Harry suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his arm. He glanced down and struggled desperately in the rope. What he didn't expect was that it was Professor Snape who cut the knife.With a blank expression, Snape took out a small glass medicine bottle from his pocket, and held it to Harry's wound.A large drop of blood fell into the bottle.

"The wings and blood of the Featherman...the true feelings are touched...please...make the soul complete..." Peter knelt down beside the steam boiler exhaustedly, and uttered the last incantation.

After Snape poured Harry's blood into the cauldron, Voldemort also bit off Lin Kaiwei's wrist, allowing the blood to drip into the cauldron.

Then all the sparks in the boiler suddenly went out.In its place was a huge puff of white smoke.Covering everything in front of Harry.

Voldemort smiled with satisfaction as he looked at the strangely colored potion left in the pot in front of him due to boiling.It was a moment to witness, and he still loves to wear his ornate robes, his exclusive insignia shining on his chest.

Carefully putting the remaining potion into the potion bottle, Snape respectfully delivered the potion to Voldemort.