Chapter 364

The worm's tail ripped open the burden on the ground, revealing what was inside. Harry let out a scream, but was smothered by something stuffing in his mouth.

It's as if the worm's tail jerks open a rock, revealing a slimy, eyeless ugly thing - no, it's more terrible than that, a hundred times terrible.

The thing that Wormtail was holding looked like a curled up baby, but Harry had never seen anything more like a baby. It had no hair, and its body seemed to have scales, and its skin was dark and red, like wounded tender flesh. Its arms and legs were thin and soft, and its face—no living child had such a face—was a flattened snake face with a pair of glittering red eyes.

That's Voldemort! Harry knew what he was seeing, which explained why Voldemort could use a wand, he now had a deformed body, but that was clearly not satisfactory to Voldemort.

Voldemort now looked completely incapable of taking care of himself, and he raised his thin arm around Peter's neck. Peter held it in his hand, and for a moment Harry saw the splash of water on the potion's surface illuminate the evil flat face. Peter put Voldemort into the cauldron, and with a hissing sound, it sank. Harry heard the soft sound of its limp body touching the bottom of the cauldron.

"Get out of the way!" Christopher pulled out his wand and kicked Peter to the ground.

He raised his wand, closed his eyes, and said to the night sky, "Father's bones, unintentionally donated, can regenerate your son!"

The grave cracked open at Harry's feet, and Harry watched to his horror see a small wisp of dust summoned into the air and fall gently into the cauldron. The diamond-like surface of the liquid cracked, hissed, sparks flew everywhere, and the liquid turned a bright red blue.

Then Christopher put away his wand and drew a sharp knife from his bosom, "Servant's flesh - voluntary donation will make your master reborn!"

After saying that, he neatly cut off a large piece of flesh on his left arm, and in an instant, half of his body was stained red by his own blood.

Tsk, that's a lot more decisive than the mouse. Solim looked at him from afar, and the wizard with the same surname as him seemed much more ruthless and resolute than Peter.

Harry stared blankly at everything in front of him, something he had never touched before. It wasn't until the half-bloodied man walked up to him with a knife that Harry reacted.

What is he going to do? Kill me?

Christopher didn't kill him as Harry had imagined, but didn't hesitate to plunge the knife into Harry's arm.

"Whew-" A knife stabbed in the arm, the feeling was the first time for Harry.

"The blood of your enemies, which is compelled to give, can raise your enemies from life. Christopher dripped the blood from the tip of the knife into the cauldron.

The liquid in the crucible immediately turned a dazzling white. The cauldron was about to boil, and the diamond-like sparks splattered outwards in all directions, so bright and dazzling that everything around them turned into a black velvety color.

Suddenly, the spark on the crucible went out. A puff of white vapor rose from the cauldron and quickly began to spread, making it impossible to see what was happening in the cauldron either Harry near or Solim in the distance.

The white mist dissipated quickly, and just before the white mist dissipated, a black figure slowly stood up from the huge crucible, he was tall and thin, like a skeleton.

"Dress me. The cold, shrill voice said in the vapor.

Peter got up from the ground, limped to him, and covered himself with a black robe.

The man stepped out of the cauldron, his eyes fixed on Harry...... Harry saw the faces that had been in his nightmares for three years, paler than skeletons, with two large red eyes, a nose as flat as a snake's, and two thin slits in the nostrils......

Voldemort is resurrected.

Harry felt his lungs disappear, no matter how much he breathed, but it didn't seem like a speck of air had entered his lungs. He looked at the man in front of him in disbelief, and before Harry could take a closer look at the newly reborn Voldemort, he felt his head explode, this time even more violently than the previous one, Harry's eyes were pitch black, his ears were ringing, and he couldn't even feel the pain.

Voldemort took his eyes off Harry, who was twitching, and began to examine his body. His hands were like big pale spiders, his long, pale fingers caressing his chest, arms, and face, and his red eyes were brighter in the dark, and his pupils were slit, like the eyes of a cat. He raised his hands, his fingers moving in ecstasy, his expression ecstatic, ignoring Selwyn, who had just paid for him, and the serpent hissing at Harry's feet.

He closed his eyes, feeling the vitality of his body that he had not seen for a long time.

Then Voldemort put his surprisingly long fingers into a deep pocket and pulled out a wand. He stroked his wand lightly, then raised it to Christopher.

"Very well, my friend. Your efforts will be rewarded. Voldemort's form flickered, and Christopher raised his arm.

Voldemort pointed the tip of his wand to his left arm, "I said I would give you the Dark Mark as long as I could return." You deserve it. "

"Bones reappear!"

"Humph......" Christopher couldn't help but snort as he felt his skin burn, and then a skull spitting snakes appeared on his left arm.

"Welcome to our family. Voldemort shook his robe gracefully and continued, "And now, I'm going to show you what this magic does." "

With that, Voldemort pressed his long, pale index finger against the Dark Mark mark.

"They're all going to notice it...... Now, we'll see...... We'll know ......."

Voldemort whispered, "How many people have the guts to come back after feeling it?"

His scarlet eyes stared at the sky, "How many people are too stupid to come?"

Harry managed to recover a little, and after Voldemort activated the Dark Mark mark, his head began to ache again, but this time it was still within Harry's tolerance, not like it had just been.

The sky was cloudy, and suddenly a huge human face appeared, its mouth opened, and a snake slipped out of its mouth - a sight that all wizards of the country (without the name of the country) would never forget, and that was the mark of the Dark Magic. When it appears in the sky, it often means two things - one is that someone has been killed by a Death Eater, and the corpse is often located just below the Dark Mark mark.

The other means that Voldemort is calling his servants.