Chapter 403 The Dark Lord is reborn and sends a distress signal

"Tsk! You're really brave enough to be such a lackey." Aaron said with emotion, "You can chop off a hand just like that. You're worthy of graduating from Gryffindor. This courage is... unbelievable."

"Don't insult Gryffindor." Harry Potter looked at Pettigrew angrily, "Gryffindor doesn't have such a cowardly, treacherous villain."

"I have to criticize you for this, Harry.

The ironclad facts prove that not all people from Gryffindor are good people."

"Don't think about stalling for time." Fake Moody interrupted, "I will ensure that the master's ritual is completed before the Polyjuice Potion loses its effect. You don't have any chance."

"Tsk!" Aaron curled his lips, without any embarrassment on his face.

"Hurry up, Wormtail, don't let the master wait anxiously."

Petty shivered, and didn't care about the pain caused by the broken hand, and then set his sights on Harry Potter.

He held the knife in his left hand, approached step by step, and murmured intermittently: "The blood of your enemy, forced to give, can resurrect your enemy."

Harry struggled desperately, but it was useless. He could only watch Pettigrew approach.

The knife might pierce his chest and pierce his heart.

"Wait." Aaron hurriedly stopped his action.

"Gaius, you'd better realize your current situation." Fake Moody pointed his wand at him dissatisfiedly, "The master values ​​you very much, but if you want to prevent the master from resurrecting, I will not hesitate to send you a death curse."

"Uh... Don't get me wrong, I mean I'll do it.

Petty is not rigorous at all. Look at the knife. There is still his blood on it. He should not belong to the category of enemies. What if there is a mistake?"

"This, this..." Pettigrew said in a panic, "I will change a knife immediately."

"Humph!" Fake Moody looked at Aaron meaningfully, "Hurry up, if there is any small action..."

"You kill the three of them immediately."

Ced Rick and the other two:......

Aaron took a deep breath and walked up to Harry, "Don't blame me at this time. If you want to blame someone, you can only blame yourself for not trusting me enough just now, otherwise we still have a chance to escape."

"Aaron, you can't..." Harry shook his head painfully and said with great sorrow: "You can't help the Dark Lord, you should stop him from resurrecting."

Aaron rolled his eyes and spread his hands speechlessly, "I'll give you a chance, and you tell me how to stop it?

Including you, he has four hostages, two servants who kill without blinking an eye, and a three or four meter long python that is immune to magic."

Harry was speechless, and the three people who were tied up were also ashamed.

"Then at least don't get involved." Harry pleaded, "My parents died because of the betrayal of their friends. I don't want my friends to do this to me."

"You think too much, don't you?" Aaron's mouth twitched slightly, "I'm just worried that Pettigrew will take this opportunity to stab you twice more. If I do it, I will still be measured. At least your life will not be in danger."

"Is that so?"

"Are you done?" Fake Moody said impatiently, and then pointed his wand at Krum, "Do you need me to provide you with some power? I don't think Viktor has experienced the Cruciatus Curse!"

"Wait a minute."

Aaron clenched his fist and punched Harry in the face, breaking his nose.

Blood gushed out immediately, and soon filled a bottle.

"The blood of the enemy is still fresh and hot."

Peter Pettigrew blinked blankly, took the bottle of blood in a daze, and then staggered to the crucible and poured it in.

The crucible boiled violently, and the scarlet liquid turned milky white.

Sparks from the crucible kept flying, and the flames were several times more intense than before, as if they were doused with gasoline.

Pettigrew and the fake Moody couldn't help but kneel on the ground, one with a look of horror, and the other with a look of madness, and it was obvious that they were moved.

The flames wrapped around the crucible, and the liquid medicine inside merged with the crucible.

The white steam was mixed with countless black breaths, and a wrinkled light red baby appeared in everyone's sight.

He grew up at a very fast speed, and in the blink of an eye he became an adult, tall and thin.

His face was extremely pale, as if he had death, his eyes were red, his nose was extremely flat, and two thin slits extended from the bridge of his nose to his chin.

The bound warriors trembled uncontrollably, and they had to accept a fact that they were unwilling to admit.

Voldemort, the darkness of the wizarding world has resurrected.

The fake Moody knelt in front of Voldemort and handed over the black wizard robe that had been prepared long ago with both hands, "Master."

"Yes!"

Voldemort nodded with satisfaction, and the wizard robe was automatically put on him.

He simply checked his body, stroking his arms, chest, face...

The intact body and the huge magic power he hadn't felt for more than ten years made him ecstatic.

"Where's my wand?"

"Here, Master." Pettigrew pulled out a wand from his pocket and handed it over carefully.

"Stretch out your arm." Voldemort said lightly.

Petty was immediately grateful and thought Voldemort was going to help him heal his wounds, so he immediately stretched out his bloody broken arm.

"Master, thank you, Master."

"The other arm, Wormtail."

Petty was stunned for a moment, and stretched out his left hand in disappointment.

Voldemort ignored the sobbing Pettigrew and pulled up his sleeve, revealing the pattern on his arm, a skull swallowing a python.

"It's back, and many people will notice it."

Voldemort pressed his wand on the Dark Mark, and the mark turned black.

"After feeling it, how many people have the courage to come back, and how many people are stupid enough not to come back!" Voldemort said meaningfully.

Aaron raised his eyebrows and quietly put his hand into his sleeve.

At the same time, Jins, who was waiting quietly on the Quidditch field, suddenly felt something and stood up quickly.

"Did he call you?" Adrian asked.

"Yes, the young master sent a distress signal, and the others also felt it."

"Then do me a favor!" Adrian smiled meaningfully, "The other four warriors..."

"This is against the rules." Genes said in embarrassment, "But since it is your request, you can give it a try."

"No, you misunderstood, Uncle Genes.

On the contrary, I mean that you should not violate Gaius's rules."

Genes was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted, "I will tell you everything I saw after I come back."

"Thank you, Uncle Genes."

Genes nodded slightly, and his body suddenly turned into a shadow and dissipated.

"Where did he go?" Dumbledore came over and asked.

"Of course he went to save people." Adrian said as a matter of course, "My brother can definitely be saved."

"What about the others?" Lupin asked nervously.

"It depends on luck."

......

The black clouds in the sky formed a huge Dark Mark, and a group of thick black mist spewed out from the snake's mouth.

The black fog fell around Voldemort, turning into dark wizards wearing hoods and masks.

"Look at this way of appearance." Aaron said, "Although it's a little gloomy, it's cool. I'll try to make one in the future."

"Is it time to talk about this?" Harry said speechlessly, "We don't know if we can survive tonight!"

"That's right, we should at least consider the occasion when we are having fun in adversity!" Cedric said bitterly, "I seem to have seen our death."

The other two obviously realized this. Krum was silent, but he looked at everyone with a little apology. If it weren't for him delaying some time, they might not be in such danger.

Fleur didn't speak either, just curled up on the ground and cried softly.

"I should be fine, as for you... I can only say I will try my best." Aaron said bluntly. Even if he took back his thought body, he could only protect himself at most. In the case of surprise, he could even fight out with serious injuries.

If his bodyguard team could come in time, there would be hope for him to escape unscathed.

"Don't fool yourself now." Fleur said weakly.

Aaron shrugged without explaining anything.

"Welcome, my friends." Voldemort looked at the Death Eaters gathered in a circle, "It's been thirteen years, and now you are standing in front of me, as if everything happened just yesterday.

I have to admit that I am disappointed that none of you tried to find me.

I found many reasons for you, but the results always make me feel discouraged."

"Crabbe, McNeill, Goyle..." Voldemort unmasked the Death Eaters one by one, and the unmasked Death Eaters knelt on the ground in unison.

"And you, Lucius."

"My Lord." Lucius seemed to be full of confidence, looking directly into Voldemort's eyes, "As long as I find your signal, or there are rumors about your whereabouts..."

"I have signals, my cunning friend, and there are more than just rumors." Voldemort interrupted him, "But last summer when a loyal Death Eater launched my mark into the air..."

"I went to find you, Master." Lucius said anxiously, "I was the only one who went to find you."

"You lied." The fake Moody said, "I didn't see you at all."

"I can prove it." Lucius said calmly, "I know who you are, Barty Crouch Jr., right?

To be honest, when I saw you, I felt It was incredible, but it made sense after a second thought. How could Barty Crouch watch his son die in Azkaban? "The fake Moody's magic eyes turned a few times, grinning: "Why didn't you find me?" "Just when I was about to go over and wanted to contribute a little to the rise of the Dark Lord, your father came after me with a group of Aurors. The Ministry of Magic has not relaxed its surveillance on me over the years, so I had no choice but to retreat. After that, I couldn't find you anymore." Lucius said, then looked at Voldemort and said respectfully: "I assure you that I have never given up our magic. When you are not here, I have to show another face in front of others every day, but that is just my mask. "