With a 'hu' sound, flames suddenly rose from under a cauldron in the shape of a round tripod placed not far away.
The flame not only quickly boils the liquid in the pot, but also illuminates the surroundings.
But this flame did not dispel the eerie horror in the cemetery, on the contrary, it made the environment outside the range of the flame more intrusive.
A somewhat chunky figure walked into the range illuminated by the fire from the darkness.
That is the prisoner who escaped from 'Azkaban' - Peter Pettigrew.
At this time, Peter Pettigrew held a baby-shaped thing wrapped in black cloth in his left hand.
After he got closer to the firelight, Harry finally saw what the other party was holding in his arms.
It was a living person in the shape of skin and bones. There seemed to be no muscle on the whole head, just like the two eyeballs embedded in the skull, covered with red bloodshot eyes.
"Good evening, Harry."
Pettigrew Peter's expression was very cunning at this moment, he grinned triumphantly, showing his two huge front teeth, staring at Harry with a smile: "We meet again."
"Yes, it's you!"
Harry clutched the scar on his forehead, suppressed the severe pain and said, "You're the one playing tricks on everything!?"
"No no no."
Peter Pettigrew chuckled twice like a mouse, and jokingly said: "Poor and incompetent Peter Pettigrew, how could he design such a perfect plan?"
Just when Pettigrew Peter wanted to continue to say something, the man in his arms suddenly spoke, and said in a very weak tone: "Shut up, idiot... he was thinking... escape with a trophy."
Peter Pettigrew was shocked, and pointed his wand at Harry.
Controlling Harry's body floated from the ground, and then sent to a tombstone statue in the shape of an 'Angel of Death'.
Under the effect of the 'Transformation Curse', Peter Pettigrew made the statue come alive, and firmly imprisoned Harry in his arms with the huge scythe in his hand.
Seeing this, the person in Peter Pettigrew's arms spoke again, with a urging tone: "Let's start! Now!"
"Yes! My master!"
Peter Pettigrew hurriedly responded humbly, then turned and walked to the giant boiling water pot.
"You!" Harry, who was imprisoned on the statue, suddenly widened his eyes and said in shock, "You are... Voldemort!?"
"Chi Chi Chi Chi..."
Peter Pettigrew turned his head with a sly smile, and after glancing at Harry, he suddenly lifted Voldemort in his arms high and placed it across the top of the pot.
The next moment, Pettigrew shook his hand violently, shaking Voldemort from the cloth wrapping him.
With a 'wow' sound, Voldemort's hunchbacked body with skin and bones all over fell into the boiling water in the pot.
Seeing this, Peter Pettigrew threw away the cloth scroll in his hand, and then pointed his wand towards the grave at Harry's feet.
With a sound of 'click', a gap was opened in the tomb, and a leg bone slowly floated out from below.
"Father's bone, unintentionally given..."
Peter Pettigrew threw the leg bone into the cauldron while chanting the ritual incantation.
"The servant's flesh, offered voluntarily..."
While chanting, Peter Pettigrew put away his wand and took out a dagger. After hesitating for a moment, he chopped off his right hand forcefully, causing the severed hand to fall into the pot.
After screaming in pain, Peter Pettigrew endured the severe pain at the severed wrist, and walked in front of Harry trembling all over.
"The blood of the enemy, taken by force..."
As he said that, Peter Pettigrew cut Harry's arm with a dagger, ignoring Harry's screams, and stained a lot of blood with the dagger.
Somewhat staggering back to the cauldron, Peter Pettigrew carefully dripped Harry's blood into the cauldron.
Afterwards, Pettigrew Peter recited the last ritual incantation with some fanaticism in his eyes: "The Dark Lord! Will be reborn!"
"ah-"
As the blood dripped into the boiling water, Harry's screams of pain suddenly turned into screams, as if he was suffering some terrible torture.
At this moment, the boiling water in the huge cauldron suddenly surged rapidly, and with a 'bear' sound, flames ignited on the surface of the water.
The flames quickly spread to the surroundings, soon enveloping the entire giant cauldron.
Seeing this, Peter Pettigrew hurried to avoid it.
After a few breaths, Harry's screams stopped, and under his terrified gaze, the flames completely burned the cauldron, leaving only a gigantic embryonic thing suspended in midair.
The black mist appeared out of thin air, and began to drill around the embryo.
The embryo seemed to have absorbed the black mist, and it grew rapidly visible to the naked eye.
The bones made a dislocation sound, and the mucus-covered skin extended from the embryo, and the blood vessels and muscles gradually filled the skin.
Finally, black mist surrounds the formed human body, forming a black robe.
Voldemort was successfully resurrected and returned again.
With his back to Harry, Voldemort didn't open his eyes, but took a deep breath of air with great enjoyment, then raised his hands, stroking his raised head.
Even if he didn't touch the hair, even if he didn't touch the protruding nose, Voldemort still had an expression of enjoyment on his face, feeling his new life.
After a while, Voldemort opened his eyes, lowered his head, and looked at Peter Pettigrew, who was approaching.
Voldemort looked down at his feet, and then tried to take a step. After he didn't feel anything strange, he slowly came to Peter Pettigrew.
"My wand, Wormtail."
Voldemort slowly raised his left hand and stretched it slightly towards Peter Pettigrew, speaking in a calm and condescending tone.
"Obey! My master..."
Peter Pettigrew quickly took out a magic wand that seemed to be made of bones from his arms, then raised the wand high, and at the same time bowed his head, offering the wand.
Voldemort's eyes showed a hint of expectation, and he slowly stretched his hand forward.
at this time!
Cowen's figure appeared behind Voldemort out of thin air, and the distance between the two was less than one meter.
The next moment, without waiting for everyone to react, Ke Wen suddenly clenched his fists, and threw his arms forward in parallel up and down.
Boom! Gala!
The upper right fist hit Voldemort's cervical spine, and the lower left fist hit Voldemort's lumbar spine.
Two crisp fractures sounded, and Voldemort jumped forward in a daze, pressing Peter Pettigrew directly under him.
In Harry's astonished eyes.
After Voldemort fell to the ground, he suddenly vented his screams.
Ke Wen quickly pulled out his wand, swiped it silently, and a "Shen Feng Wu Ying" shot out quickly, cutting off Peter Pettigrew's only remaining left hand at the wrist.
"ah-"
Pettigrew Peter's screams immediately suppressed Voldemort's screams.
But Ke Wen didn't stop, and waved his wand twice again, causing the wands of Voldemort and Peter Pettigrew to fly over, and he grabbed them with his left hand.
Then, Cowen pointed his wand at Peter Pettigrew, who was under the pressure of Voldemort, and cast a 'Stunning Curse' down, causing the other party to suddenly stop talking and fall into a coma.
"Cowen!?"
Only then did Harry call out in astonishment.
However, Kewen ignored it, but stepped forward with his wand, bent down and reached out, and lifted Voldemort up with one hand by the collar of Voldemort's back.
Taking a few steps back, with a wave of his hand, Voldemort, who was trying his best to suppress his screams, was still on the ground, sinking his face into the grass, and lying there.
Then, Kewen turned his head to look at Harry, and at the same time greeted with a smile: "Hi, Harry."
"This is...you...he..."
Harry was completely bewildered by the events in front of him, and various questions popped into his mind at the same time, but he didn't know what to ask.
Cowen ignored Harry, but squatted down, pinched one of Voldemort's ears, and turned the other's cheek sideways.
"Hi~"
Ke Wen looked directly at the other party's murderous eyes, and greeted with a smile: "Hello, we meet again, this Mr. Bald without a nose."
"Who are you!?"
Voldemort's voice trembled a little, resisting the pain from the fractures in his cervical and lumbar spine, he gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "What are you going to do!?"
Ke Wen answered instead of asking, raised his hand and tapped his temple: "Occlumency, now, don't you wonder why you didn't read my heart?"
"Very good..." Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at Ke Wen fiercely, as if he wanted to remember Ke Wen's face firmly.
"You are amazing..." Voldemort said in a hoarse voice, "You successfully attacked and hurt... the greatest Dark Lord in the world... you can be proud!"
"Is it Cowen?"
Voldemort grinned and smiled: "Your full name? You are fortunate to be remembered in my heart forever!"
"His name is Kou..."
Harry cut in abruptly, looking as excited as if he had an orgasm, and shouted wantonly.
But Ke Wen suddenly flicked his wand at Harry without looking back, and Harry's mouth suddenly disappeared with a spell.
Ignoring Harry's struggles of "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" who looked down into Voldemort's cold eyes, he said indifferently: "Harry, think about the college's 'Defense Against the Dark Arts' class."
Turning his head slowly, Ke Wen looked at Harry and said slowly, "Names can be cursed."
Under Harry's wide-eyed stunned expression, Ke Wen flicked his wand again, breaking the spell for Harry.
After taking a few quick breaths, Harry finally apologized: "Yes, I'm sorry, Senior! I don't know..."
Waving his hand, Ke Wen ignored the other party and lowered his gaze again.
He looked at Voldemort, who was lying on the ground paralyzed, and then slowly pointed the tip of his wand at him.
"how?"
Voldemort opened the corner of his mouth again, and said with a bared smile: "Do you want to kill me? Do it... Kill me and take away your glory!"
"kill him!"
Harry couldn't help shouting: "Senior! Kill this big devil!"
As if he couldn't stand the noise, Ke Wen looked at Harry abruptly, and reprimanded him with a gloomy expression, "Shut up!"
Harry froze for a moment...
(end of this chapter)