Chapter 403 The Dark Lord is Reborn, Sending a Distress Signal
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Jing Shen Tian Si
"Tsk! It's hard work for you to be a dog's leg." Aaron said with emotion, "Chop with one hand as soon as you say it. You are worthy of graduating from Gryffindor. This courage is really...unbelievable. "
"Don't insult Gryffindor." Harry Potter looked at Pettigrew angrily, "Gryffindor doesn't have such a villain who is greedy for life and afraid of death, treacherous."
"I have to criticize you for that, Harry.
Iron-clad facts prove that not all Gryffindors are good. "
"Don't try to procrastinate." Fake Moody interjected, "I'll make sure the master's ritual is completed before the Polyjuice Potion expires. You don't have any chance."
"Cut!" Aaron pouted, without any embarrassment on his face.
"Hurry up, Wormtail, don't keep the master waiting."
Pettigrew shivered for a moment, ignoring the pain caused by the severed hand, and then set his sights on Harry Potter.
Holding a knife in his left hand, he approached step by step, whispering intermittently: "The blood of the enemy, forced to sacrifice, can revive your enemy."
Harry struggled desperately, but to no avail, he could only watch Pettigrew approaching helplessly.
The knife could have stabbed him in the chest, pierced his heart.
"Wait." Aaron hurriedly stopped him.
"Gaius, you'd better be aware of your current situation." Fake Moody pointed at him with his wand dissatisfied, "Master values you very much, but if you want to prevent the resurrection of Master, I will send you away without hesitation." You are a death curse."
"Uh... don't get me wrong, I mean I'll do it.
Pettigrew is not rigorous at all in his work. Look at the knife is still stained with his blood. He should not belong to the category of enemies. What if there is a mistake? "
"This, this..." Pettigrew said in a panic, "I'll change the knife immediately."
"Hmph!" Fake Moody looked at Aaron meaningfully, "Hurry up, if there is any trick..."
"You killed all three of them at once."
Cedric Three: …
Aaron took a deep breath and walked up to Harry, "Don't blame me at this time. If you want to blame, you can only blame you for not trusting me so much just now, otherwise we still have a chance to run away."
"Aaron, you can't..." Harry shook his head in pain, and said bitterly: "You can't help the Dark Lord, you should prevent him from being resurrected."
Aaron rolled his eyes and spread his hands speechlessly, "I'll give you a chance, tell me how to stop it?
Including you, he has four hostages, two murderous servants, and a three to four meter long boa constrictor that is immune to magic. "
Harry was speechless for a moment, and the three people who were tied up were also ashamed.
"Then you at least don't get involved." Harry pleaded, "My parents died because of my friend's betrayal, and I don't want my friend 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 two more times. If I do it, I will still be measured. At least your life will not be in danger."
"is that so?"
"Have you finished?" Fake Moody said impatiently, then pointed his wand at Krum, "Do you need me to provide you with a little motivation, I don't think Viktor has experienced the Cruciatus Curse before!"
"Hold on."
Aaron clenched his fist and slammed it into Harry's face, breaking the bridge of his nose.
Blood spewed out immediately, and quickly filled a bottle.
"The blood of the enemy is still fresh and warm."
Pettigrew Peter blinked blankly, took the bottle of blood in a daze, then staggered towards the crucible and poured it into it.
The crucible boiled violently, and the scarlet liquid turned milky white.
The sparks under the crucible also continued to splash, and the flames seemed to be poured with gasoline, which was several times more violent than before.
Pettigrew and the fake Moody couldn't help but knelt on the ground. One looked terrified, while the other looked mad. It seemed that they were moved.
The flame wrapped the crucible, and the medicinal liquid inside fused with the crucible.
The white steam was mixed with countless black auras, and a crumpled, light red baby appeared in everyone's sight.
He grew up extremely fast, becoming an adult in the blink of an eye, tall and thin.
His face was extremely pale, as if with a lifeless look, his eyes were red, and his nose was extremely flat, with two slits extending from the bridge of the nose to his chin.
The few warriors who were restrained trembled uncontrollably. They had to accept a fact that they were unwilling to admit.
Voldemort, the darkness of the wizarding world is resurrected.
Fake Moody knelt in front of Voldemort, and handed over the black wizard robes he had prepared earlier, "Master."
"Ok!"
Voldemort nodded in satisfaction, and the wizard robe was put on him automatically.
He briefly checked his body, stroking his arms, chest, face with his fingers...
The intact body and the huge magic power that he hadn't experienced in more than ten years made him ecstatic.
"Where's my wand?"
"Here, Master." Pettigrew drew a wand from his pocket and handed it over carefully.
"Stretch out your arm," Voldemort said flatly.
Pettigrew immediately burst into tears of gratitude, thinking that Voldemort was going to help him heal his wounds, and immediately stretched out his bloody severed arm.
"Master, thank you, master."
"The other arm, Wormtail."
Pettigrew froze for a moment, then 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 boa constrictor.
"It's coming back, and a lot of people are going to notice it."
Voldemort pressed his wand over the Dark Mark, and the mark turned pitch black.
"After feeling it, how many people have the guts to come back, and how many people are too stupid to dare to come back!" Voldemort said meaningfully.
Aaron raised his eyebrows, and quietly put his hand into his sleeve.
At the same time, Jinns, who was quietly waiting on the Quidditch pitch, suddenly felt something and stood up quickly.
"Did he call you?" Adrian asked.
"Yes, the young master sent a signal for help, and the others felt it too."
"Then do me a favor!" Adrian said with a meaningful smile, "The other four warriors..."
"It's not in compliance with the rules." Jinns said apologetically, "But since it's your request, Miss, you can give it a try."
"No, you misunderstood, Uncle Jinns.
On the contrary, what I mean is that you don't violate Gaius' rules. "
Jins froze for a moment, but quickly reacted, "I will tell Miss everything I saw when I come back."
"Please, Uncle Jinns."
Jins nodded slightly, his body suddenly turned into a phantom and dissipated.
"Where's he?" Dumbledore asked.
"Of course I went to save people." Adrian said as it should, "My brother will definitely be rescued."
"What about the others?" Lupine asked nervously.
"It depends on luck."
......
The black clouds in the sky formed a huge black mark, and clouds of thick black mist spit out from the snake's mouth.
Black mist fell around Voldemort, turning into dark wizards wearing hoods and masks.
"Look at this way of playing." Aaron "Although it's a little gloomy, but I can't deny that it's cool, and I'll find a way to fix it in the future."
"Is now the time to say that?" Harry said speechlessly, "We don't know if we will survive tonight!"
"That's right, let's have fun while we're suffering, let's see the occasion!" Cedric said bitterly, "I seem to have seen our death."
The other two were obviously aware of this. Krum remained silent, but looked at everyone with a little apology. If it wasn't for his delay, they might not have been so dangerous.
Furong didn't speak, just curled up on the ground, crying softly.
"I should be fine. As for you...I can only say try my best." Aaron said bluntly. Even if he took back his missing body, he would at most protect himself. In case of surprise, he could even fight for serious injuries kill out.
If his bodyguard team can come in time, it is not hopeless to get out unscathed.
"Don't deceive yourself and others at this time." Fu Rong said weakly.
Aaron shrugged and didn't explain anything.
"Welcome, my friends." Voldemort looked at the circle of Death Eaters, "It has been thirteen years, and yet you stand before me as if it were only yesterday.
I have to admit, I'm disappointed that none of you tried to come to me.
I have found many reasons for you, but the result always makes me feel disheartened. "
"Crabbe, McNeill, Goyle..." Voldemort unmasked the Death Eaters one by one, and the unmasked Death Eaters all knelt on the ground.
"And you, Lucius."
"My master." Lucius looked confidently into Voldemort's eyes, "as long as I find your signal, or there are rumors of your whereabouts..."
"I have had signals, my cunning friend, and not only rumors," interrupted Voldemort, "but last summer when a faithful Death Eater launched my mark into the air..."
"I went to find you, Master." Lucius said eagerly, "Only I went to find you."
"You lied," said the fake Moody. "I never saw you."
"I can prove it." Lucius said calmly, "I know who you are, Barty Crouch Jr., right?
To be honest, I thought it was incredible when I saw you, but after thinking about it, I found it very reasonable, how could Barty Crouch watch his son die in Azkaban. "
The fake Moody's magic eyes rolled around a few times, and he said with a sinister smile, "Then why didn't you look for me?"
"Just as I was about to go there, when I wanted to contribute my modest contribution to the rise of the Dark Lord, your father chased after him with a group of Aurors.
The Ministry of Magic has not let go of my surveillance over the years, so I can only choose to retreat.
After that, I wanted to find you and I couldn't find it. "Lucius said, then looked at Voldemort, respectfully said: "I assure you, I never gave up our way of magic.
You are not here, I have to show another face in front of others every day, but that is just my mask. "
"Don't insult Gryffindor." Harry Potter looked at Pettigrew angrily, "Gryffindor doesn't have such a villain who is greedy for life and afraid of death, treacherous."
"I have to criticize you for that, Harry.
Iron-clad facts prove that not all Gryffindors are good. "
"Don't try to procrastinate." Fake Moody interjected, "I'll make sure the master's ritual is completed before the Polyjuice Potion expires. You don't have any chance."
"Cut!" Aaron pouted, without any embarrassment on his face.
"Hurry up, Wormtail, don't keep the master waiting."
Pettigrew shivered for a moment, ignoring the pain caused by the severed hand, and then set his sights on Harry Potter.
Holding a knife in his left hand, he approached step by step, whispering intermittently: "The blood of the enemy, forced to sacrifice, can revive your enemy."
Harry struggled desperately, but to no avail, he could only watch Pettigrew approaching helplessly.
The knife could have stabbed him in the chest, pierced his heart.
"Wait." Aaron hurriedly stopped him.
"Gaius, you'd better be aware of your current situation." Fake Moody pointed at him with his wand dissatisfied, "Master values you very much, but if you want to prevent the resurrection of Master, I will send you away without hesitation." You are a death curse."
"Uh... don't get me wrong, I mean I'll do it.
Pettigrew is not rigorous at all in his work. Look at the knife is still stained with his blood. He should not belong to the category of enemies. What if there is a mistake? "
"This, this..." Pettigrew said in a panic, "I'll change the knife immediately."
"Hmph!" Fake Moody looked at Aaron meaningfully, "Hurry up, if there is any trick..."
"You killed all three of them at once."
Cedric Three: …
Aaron took a deep breath and walked up to Harry, "Don't blame me at this time. If you want to blame, you can only blame you for not trusting me so much just now, otherwise we still have a chance to run away."
"Aaron, you can't..." Harry shook his head in pain, and said bitterly: "You can't help the Dark Lord, you should prevent him from being resurrected."
Aaron rolled his eyes and spread his hands speechlessly, "I'll give you a chance, tell me how to stop it?
Including you, he has four hostages, two murderous servants, and a three to four meter long boa constrictor that is immune to magic. "
Harry was speechless for a moment, and the three people who were tied up were also ashamed.
"Then you at least don't get involved." Harry pleaded, "My parents died because of my friend's betrayal, and I don't want my friend 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 two more times. If I do it, I will still be measured. At least your life will not be in danger."
"is that so?"
"Have you finished?" Fake Moody said impatiently, then pointed his wand at Krum, "Do you need me to provide you with a little motivation, I don't think Viktor has experienced the Cruciatus Curse before!"
"Hold on."
Aaron clenched his fist and slammed it into Harry's face, breaking the bridge of his nose.
Blood spewed out immediately, and quickly filled a bottle.
"The blood of the enemy is still fresh and warm."
Pettigrew Peter blinked blankly, took the bottle of blood in a daze, then staggered towards the crucible and poured it into it.
The crucible boiled violently, and the scarlet liquid turned milky white.
The sparks under the crucible also continued to splash, and the flames seemed to be poured with gasoline, which was several times more violent than before.
Pettigrew and the fake Moody couldn't help but knelt on the ground. One looked terrified, while the other looked mad. It seemed that they were moved.
The flame wrapped the crucible, and the medicinal liquid inside fused with the crucible.
The white steam was mixed with countless black auras, and a crumpled, light red baby appeared in everyone's sight.
He grew up extremely fast, becoming an adult in the blink of an eye, tall and thin.
His face was extremely pale, as if with a lifeless look, his eyes were red, and his nose was extremely flat, with two slits extending from the bridge of the nose to his chin.
The few warriors who were restrained trembled uncontrollably. They had to accept a fact that they were unwilling to admit.
Voldemort, the darkness of the wizarding world is resurrected.
Fake Moody knelt in front of Voldemort, and handed over the black wizard robes he had prepared earlier, "Master."
"Ok!"
Voldemort nodded in satisfaction, and the wizard robe was put on him automatically.
He briefly checked his body, stroking his arms, chest, face with his fingers...
The intact body and the huge magic power that he hadn't experienced in more than ten years made him ecstatic.
"Where's my wand?"
"Here, Master." Pettigrew drew a wand from his pocket and handed it over carefully.
"Stretch out your arm," Voldemort said flatly.
Pettigrew immediately burst into tears of gratitude, thinking that Voldemort was going to help him heal his wounds, and immediately stretched out his bloody severed arm.
"Master, thank you, master."
"The other arm, Wormtail."
Pettigrew froze for a moment, then 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 boa constrictor.
"It's coming back, and a lot of people are going to notice it."
Voldemort pressed his wand over the Dark Mark, and the mark turned pitch black.
"After feeling it, how many people have the guts to come back, and how many people are too stupid to dare to come back!" Voldemort said meaningfully.
Aaron raised his eyebrows, and quietly put his hand into his sleeve.
At the same time, Jinns, who was quietly waiting on the Quidditch pitch, suddenly felt something and stood up quickly.
"Did he call you?" Adrian asked.
"Yes, the young master sent a signal for help, and the others felt it too."
"Then do me a favor!" Adrian said with a meaningful smile, "The other four warriors..."
"It's not in compliance with the rules." Jinns said apologetically, "But since it's your request, Miss, you can give it a try."
"No, you misunderstood, Uncle Jinns.
On the contrary, what I mean is that you don't violate Gaius' rules. "
Jins froze for a moment, but quickly reacted, "I will tell Miss everything I saw when I come back."
"Please, Uncle Jinns."
Jins nodded slightly, his body suddenly turned into a phantom and dissipated.
"Where's he?" Dumbledore asked.
"Of course I went to save people." Adrian said as it should, "My brother will definitely be rescued."
"What about the others?" Lupine asked nervously.
"It depends on luck."
......
The black clouds in the sky formed a huge black mark, and clouds of thick black mist spit out from the snake's mouth.
Black mist fell around Voldemort, turning into dark wizards wearing hoods and masks.
"Look at this way of playing." Aaron "Although it's a little gloomy, but I can't deny that it's cool, and I'll find a way to fix it in the future."
"Is now the time to say that?" Harry said speechlessly, "We don't know if we will survive tonight!"
"That's right, let's have fun while we're suffering, let's see the occasion!" Cedric said bitterly, "I seem to have seen our death."
The other two were obviously aware of this. Krum remained silent, but looked at everyone with a little apology. If it wasn't for his delay, they might not have been so dangerous.
Furong didn't speak, just curled up on the ground, crying softly.
"I should be fine. As for you...I can only say try my best." Aaron said bluntly. Even if he took back his missing body, he would at most protect himself. In case of surprise, he could even fight for serious injuries kill out.
If his bodyguard team can come in time, it is not hopeless to get out unscathed.
"Don't deceive yourself and others at this time." Fu Rong said weakly.
Aaron shrugged and didn't explain anything.
"Welcome, my friends." Voldemort looked at the circle of Death Eaters, "It has been thirteen years, and yet you stand before me as if it were only yesterday.
I have to admit, I'm disappointed that none of you tried to come to me.
I have found many reasons for you, but the result always makes me feel disheartened. "
"Crabbe, McNeill, Goyle..." Voldemort unmasked the Death Eaters one by one, and the unmasked Death Eaters all knelt on the ground.
"And you, Lucius."
"My master." Lucius looked confidently into Voldemort's eyes, "as long as I find your signal, or there are rumors of your whereabouts..."
"I have had signals, my cunning friend, and not only rumors," interrupted Voldemort, "but last summer when a faithful Death Eater launched my mark into the air..."
"I went to find you, Master." Lucius said eagerly, "Only I went to find you."
"You lied," said the fake Moody. "I never saw you."
"I can prove it." Lucius said calmly, "I know who you are, Barty Crouch Jr., right?
To be honest, I thought it was incredible when I saw you, but after thinking about it, I found it very reasonable, how could Barty Crouch watch his son die in Azkaban. "
The fake Moody's magic eyes rolled around a few times, and he said with a sinister smile, "Then why didn't you look for me?"
"Just as I was about to go there, when I wanted to contribute my modest contribution to the rise of the Dark Lord, your father chased after him with a group of Aurors.
The Ministry of Magic has not let go of my surveillance over the years, so I can only choose to retreat.
After that, I wanted to find you and I couldn't find it. "Lucius said, then looked at Voldemort, respectfully said: "I assure you, I never gave up our way of magic.
You are not here, I have to show another face in front of others every day, but that is just my mask. "
