Chapter 239: Braised Egg Socket Online
The cloaked man reappeared, pointing his wand at a stone cauldron and placing it under the tombstone.
The crucible seemed to be full of liquid.
This cauldron was larger than any Harry had ever seen, and could accommodate two or three men standing inside it.
On the ground, the things in the package moved more and more violently, as if trying to break free.
The cloaked man waved his wand quickly, and flames leaped up from under the crucible, crackling.
The liquid in the crucible heats up rapidly.
Soon it began to boil.
There were sparks on the surface, as if it was burning.
At this moment, a sharp and cold voice came from the bundle.
"quick!"
The cloaked man suddenly opened the package on the ground, revealing what was inside.
A wet, dull, red skin without any hair, like a skinned dead rat!
It had a flat, snake-like face and eyes that glowed scarlet.
Harry looked at the monster, feeling an irrepressible anger and disgust.
However, the cloaked man did not stop his actions and threw the monster into the crucible.
With a shrill hiss, the monster disappeared into the boiling liquid.
The scar on Harry's forehead began to hurt again, and the pain was endless, almost making him collapse.
But I couldn't help thinking, let it drown! Stew it till it's rotten!
The cloaked man raised his wand again and spoke to the night sky.
"Father's bones, accidentally donated, can regenerate your son!"
As she spoke, the tomb split open, and a wisp of light dust rose into the air and slowly fell into the crucible.
As the dust settled, the potion boiled, sparks flew, and the color changed from blue to red. It looked very poisonous.
Then the cloaked man stretched out his hand, and in his other hand he raised a dagger that gleamed silver.
At this time, the man's hair also fell off.
It was a woman, a woman with a very haggard face.
But Harry always felt that he had seen her somewhere.
The woman didn't hesitate at all and slashed with the knife.
An arm responded by falling into the pot, and the potion instantly turned into a fiery red.
“The flesh of your servant, a voluntary donation, may restore the life of your master.”
Then she walked towards Harry with the dagger in hand!
Harry struggled hard.
But the ropes that bound him were too tight, making him unable to move.
Don't come over here!
“The blood of your enemies, given under compulsion, can resurrect your enemies….”
The cold dagger pierced Harry's arm, and blood flowed. She dripped the blood into the crucible without hesitation.
In an instant, the crucible boiled to the extreme, sparks flew, the liquid turned into dazzling white, and thick white mist rose up.
In the mist, a figure slowly rose up, accompanied by a cold and sharp voice: "Dress me."
The woman waved her wand and the robe automatically fell over the figure.
The fog cleared and Voldemort reappeared.
Pale face, scarlet eyes, flat nose like a snake, and two long nostrils.
It was the demon from Harry's nightmare.
Voldemort examined his body, his face filled with ecstasy.
He reached into his pocket with long, pale fingers and pulled out a wand.
He stroked his wand again. "Very good, Penelope Clearwater! Your family will be proud of you!"
Then he waved his wand and there was a flash of silver light.
A shining silver human hand grasped Krivat's bloody wrist.
There was still no expression on Clearwater's face, he just mechanically saluted Voldemort.
Voldemort lifted her left arm and ran his fingers through the sleeve, lifting it gracefully above the elbow.
Revealing the Dark Mark that had returned to its original black color.
He stared at the sign. "They will all notice it... Now let me see how many people will be foolish enough not to come!"
He stretched out his thin, pale fingers and pressed them on Clearwater's arm.
A cruel and complacent smile gradually appeared on Voldemort's face.
He stood up straight, head held high, and scanned the dark cemetery.
He murmured to himself, "After feeling it, how many people have the courage to come back?"
His gaze finally fixed on Harry, the snake face twisted with some complex emotions.
"Harry Potter, you are standing over my father's bones."
"He's a stupid Muggle... just like your mother. But they're both useful, aren't they?
When you were little, your mother protected you at the cost of her life...
And I killed my father myself, and look how useful he was after his death..."
Voldemort's laughter rang out again, a laugh that was a mixture of madness and satisfaction.
"See that house up there on the hill, Potter? That's where my father used to live.
My mother, a pure-blood wizard, fell in love with a Muggle in the village.
But when she revealed her identity, he chose to betray her."
As he continued to pace the cemetery, his scarlet eyes darted back and forth among the graves.
He was recounting stories of the past that had been forgotten.
However, when he finished speaking, there was still deathly silence all around, and not a single person was in sight.
Voldemort's face gradually darkened and he cursed under his breath.
"It seems that they have all been deceived by that guy Hephis Dam."
Harry looked at Voldemort's face, which was twisted with rage.
I suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of joy in my heart.
Although his scar was still painful, a mocking smile appeared on his face.
"It seems they were all so stupid that no one chose to come back."
Voldemort looked at Harry again.
"During the time I was gone, they actually thought I was done for, that I was finished.
They actually believed that a little brat could lead them to glory."
He seemed to be talking to Harry, but also seemed to be asking himself.
"Why are they so sure that I can't come back? Didn't they already know that I took measures to prevent death?
Didn't you witness me display my supreme potential countless times when I was at my peak? "
"You are stronger than any wizard? Can you beat Professor Dumbledore? Or Hephaestus?"
Harry felt that he was going to die anyway, so he just stopped being scared and just confronted.
Voldemort slowly approached Harry and raised his wand.
"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"
Harry was instantly engulfed by pain, and his entire body of bones seemed to be burning in flames.
He felt like his head was about to split apart along the scar.
But he felt a surge of strength in his heart that came from nowhere.
He squeezed out word by word from between his teeth.
"Is this the only childish trick you have?"
“What did you say?!” Voldemort thought there was something wrong with his ears for a moment, and the Cruciatus Curse stopped.
Harry gasped for air. "Torturing others and forcing them to submit is the most childish of methods."
He had heard this from Draco, but it was Hephis who said it.
