Chapter 322 Return
Suppressing his inner grief, Harry found his wand at Cedric's feet.
At the same time, he also noticed the Triwizard Tournament trophy shining in the dark.
Just as Harry was thinking about how to get the wand, he heard a rustling sound at his feet.
Harry, sensing an opportunity, struggled to look down.
A huge snake as thick as a bucket was now winding on the grass and circling around him.
"Snake! I can ask it to help me!"
Harry was delighted at the sight of the giant snake and began to try to spit out the rag in his mouth.
Just then, the sound of Pettigrew pushing something heavy was heard in the distance.
When Harry got a good look at Pettigrew again, he had already pushed a huge stone cauldron down into the grave.
This cauldron was larger than any Harry had ever seen or used, and could easily accommodate a full-grown man.
And because of the push of the dwarf, there was a constant splashing sound, as if it was filled with water or liquid...
As if sensing that the time for rebirth was approaching, the package that was originally placed underground began to move.
Pettigrew seemed to have noticed the movement of the package, and quickly waved his wand to cast a spell at the bottom of the crucible.
As a huge fire crackled from under the crucible, the giant snake that was swimming around also swam into the darkness.
The liquid in the crucible seemed to have been specially prepared and soon began to boil.
And bright red liquid spurted out, like sparks of fire.
As the liquid continues to boil, the steam that comes out becomes thicker and thicker.
Just as Harry was wondering what evil plan Pettigrew was going to make, that cold, cruel voice sounded again:
"Hurry! I can't wait any longer!"
As the sound fell, the crucible that was originally boiling stopped spewing liquid.
Even though there was a big fire burning underneath, the crucible was as calm as the surface of water, without the slightest ripple.
"It is ready, my lord!"
Pettigrew said as he walked towards where the package was originally placed.
"Very good, now...quickly..."
This cold voice seemed to have an inexplicable power.
Even if it was only broadcast through the spirit bird, it scared the audience who were already in chaos into calming down.
Pettigrew picked up the package very carefully and pulled it open to reveal the contents.
This is a thing that looks like a curled up baby.
Neither Harry nor the spectators had ever seen anything less like a baby.
Not only does it have no hair at all, but its body is also covered with dense scales of flesh and blood.
The skin color is dark black, as if it were severely bruised.
The limbs seem to be boneless, thin and soft
He also has a face as flat as a snake, and his red eyes emit a violent light.
When Karkaroff and Snape saw those eyes through the broadcast, they unconsciously clenched their arms and began to tremble.
"vomit!!"
When the first retching sound was heard, the entire audience began to retch collectively as if a switch had been turned on.
Not only the audience outside the venue and Harry, but even Pettigrew, who was holding it, couldn't suppress a hint of disgust.
Even Wright, who was hiding and watching, couldn't figure out what Voldemort had done to him.
The body he created for Voldemort wasn't very good looking, but it wasn't as monstrous as this one.
Pettigrew suppressed his inner discomfort and carried the young Voldemort to the edge of the crucible.
There was a hissing sound coming from the liquid as it quickly sank to the bottom of the crucible.
All the audience couldn't help but hold their breath, as they already knew that the people in the picture were performing a horrific and evil ritual.
As the audience watched closely, Pettigrew raised his wand high and began to sing in a trembling voice:
"Father's bones, accidentally donated, can regenerate your son!"
Under the effect of magic, the grave beneath Harry's feet cracked open.
A pale bone slowly flew into the crucible in response to Pettigrew's call.
In an instant, the lake-like stability in the crucible was broken.
The liquid began to boil again, and the original fiery red color turned into a deep dark blue.
After seeing the changes in the crucible, Pettigrew tremblingly pulled out a sharp dagger from his cloak.
The chanting sound also turned into sobbing of extreme fear at this moment:
"The flesh of your servant...is donated voluntarily, so that...your master...can be reborn."
When his chanting ended, he grasped the dagger firmly in his left hand and swung it towards his right hand with a desperate roar.
Sharp screams echoed throughout the night sky, and Pettigrew's painful gasps were all transmitted to Hogwarts by the spirit bird.
"Pfft!"
After Pettigrew's severed hand was thrown into the cauldron, the potion turned fiery red again.
The bright red light almost illuminates the night sky of the entire area.
Even though one of his hands was broken, Pettigrew still endured the intense pain and walked up to Harry, who was tied up tightly, holding a knife.
"The blood of your enemies... forced to be given... can resurrect your enemies...."
Harry could only shake his head continuously, trying to stop him, but the ropes were too tight.
He could only watch as Pettigrew's dagger pierced his arm.
Blood flowed down his arm. Still gasping in pain, Pettigrew took out a glass bottle, trembling all over.
Place it next to Harry's wound and collect half a bottle of blood.
He staggered to the crucible and poured fresh blood into it.
When the blood came into contact with the liquid in the crucible, it immediately turned a blinding white.
Knowing that his mission was completely accomplished, Pettigrew collapsed to the ground, sobbing while holding his still bleeding broken arm.
"If you can be so cruel to yourself, there is nothing you can't do! You actually chose to join Voldemort?"
Wright, who was hiding aside, looked at Pettigrew, who was now like a dead dog, and shook his head gently.
Then, he took advantage of the moment when Voldemort's spirit and body began to merge to launch his own backup plan.
As Wright was operating, the crucible suddenly began to boil.
The white liquid splashed in all directions like bright and dazzling stars.
Against the backdrop of darkness, the entire cemetery looks like the starry sky at night.
But no one was in the mood to look at this beautiful scenery. Everyone was staring at the crucible.
They all hoped extremely that this horrific black magic ritual would fail.
Everyone except Wright wanted to stop the ritual, but now they can only watch it succeed.
Soon, the liquid gushing out of the crucible dissipated directly.
At the same time, a white steam rose from the crucible, covering all traces in the crucible.
Then, in the vast steam, a black figure of a man slowly rose from the crucible.
I could vaguely see a person standing up. He was tall and thin, like a skeleton.
From this moment on, Voldemort is completely resurrected!
