Chapter 177: paralysis

With a ‘huh’, placed not far away, under a large pot shaped like a round tripod, a flame suddenly rose.

The flame not only quickly boils the liquid in the pot, but also illuminates the surroundings.

But this fire light did not dispel the gloomy horror in the cemetery, on the contrary, it made the environment outside the fire light more infiltrating.

A somewhat pudgy figure walked into the range illuminated by the fire from the darkness.

That was the prisoner who escaped from ‘Azkaban’-Peter Pettigrew.

At this time, Peter Pettigrew is holding a ball of black cloth in his left hand, something the size of a baby.

After he got closer to the flames, Harry could see what he was holding in his arms.

It was a ‘skin-and-bone’ living person, without a trace of muscle on the whole head, like two eyeballs embedded in a skull, covered with red bloodshot eyes.

"Good evening, Harry."

Peter Pettigrew's expression was very cunning at this time, he grinned triumphantly, showing his two huge front teeth, staring at Harry and smiling: "We meet again."

"Yes, it's you!"

Harry clutched the scar on his forehead, resisting the severe pain, and said, "You are doing everything!?"

"No, no, no."

Peter Pettigrew chuckles like a mouse, and said jokingly: "How could Peter Pettigrew, who is poor and incompetent, devise such a perfect plan?"

Just when Peter Pettigrew wanted to continue to say something, the person in his arms suddenly spoke, and said with a very weak tone: "Shut up, idiot... he was thinking... escape with a trophy. ."

Peter the dwarf suddenly became a spirit, and quickly pointed his wand at Harry.

The body controlling Harry floated from the ground, and then sent to a tombstone statue that looked like an ‘angel of death’.

Under the action of the'transfiguration curse', Peter Pettigrew made the statue come alive, holding Harry firmly in his arms with the huge sickle in his hand.

Seeing this, the person in Peter Pettigrew's arms spoke again, with a urging tone: "Go ahead! Now!"

"Yes! My master!"

Peter Pettigrew responded humblely, then turned and walked to the giant pot of boiling water.

"You!" Harry, who was imprisoned on the statue, suddenly widened his eyes and said in shock: "You are...Voldemort!?"

"Chi Chi Chi Chi..."

Peter Pettigrew turned his head with a treacherous smile, and after taking a look at Harry, he suddenly lifted Voldemort in his arms and placed it above the mouth of the pot.

The next moment, Peter Pettigrew shook his hand violently, and shook Voldemort from the roll of cloth covering his body.

With a ‘wow’, Voldemort’s rickety, bone-wrapped body suddenly fell into the boiling water in the pot.

Seeing this, Peter Pettigrew threw away the roll of cloth in his hand, and then pointed his wand toward the grave at Harry's feet.

With a ‘click’, the tomb cracked open, and a leg bone slowly floated out from below.

"Father's bone, inadvertently given..."

Peter Pettigrew chanted the ritual mantra while throwing his leg bones into the pot.

"Servant's meat, voluntarily dedicated..."

While chanting, Peter Pettigrew put away his wand and took out a dagger. After hesitating for a moment, he chopped off his right hand forcefully, causing the severed hand to fall into the pot.

After the scream of pain, Peter Pettigrew managed to endure the severe pain at the broken wrist and walked up to Harry with a trembling body.

"The enemy's blood was forcibly taken..."

With that said, Peter Pettigrew cut Harry's arm with a dagger, and despite Harry's screams, he stained a lot of blood with the dagger.

Before staggering back to the giant pot, Peter Pettigrew carefully dropped Harry's blood into the pot.

Afterwards, Peter Pettigrew read the final ritual mantra with some frenzied eyes: "The Dark Lord! Will be reborn again!"

"what--"

As the blood dripped into the boiling water, Harry's scream suddenly turned into a scream, as if he was suffering some terrible torture.

At this moment, the boiling water in the giant pot suddenly surged, and with a ‘bear’ sound, a flame ignited above the water.

The flame spread quickly to the surroundings, and soon enveloped the entire giant pot.

Seeing this, Pettigrew Peter hurriedly avoided the distance.

After a few breaths, Harry's screams stopped, and under his horrified gaze, the flames burned the giant pot completely, leaving only a giant embryo-like thing suspended in the air.

The black mist appeared out of thin air, and began to drill around the embryo.

The embryo seems to have absorbed the black mist, and it grows rapidly visible to the naked eye.

The bones made a dislocation-like noise, mucus-filled skin stretched from the embryo, and blood vessels and muscles gradually filled the skin.

Finally, the black mist surrounds the formed human body, forming a black robe.

Voldemort was successfully resurrected and returned again.

With his back to Harry, Voldemort did not open his eyes, but took a deep breath of air with great enjoyment, then raised his hands and stroked his raised head.

Even if he didn't touch the hair, even if he didn't touch the bulging nose, Voldemort still had an expression of enjoyment, feeling his new life.

After a while, Voldemort opened his eyes, lowered his head, and looked at the approaching petty dwarf Peter.

Voldemort looked down at his feet, and then tried to take a step. After he didn't feel any strangeness, he walked slowly to Peter Pettigrew.

"My wand, Wormtail."

Voldemort raised his left hand slowly, and stretched out a little to Peter Pettigrew, his tone of voice was not hurried, he appeared high.

"Yes! My master..."

Peter Pettigrew quickly took out a magic wand that seemed to be made of bone from his arms, and then raised the magic wand high, and at the same time bowed his head to offer the magic wand.

Voldemort's eyes showed a hint of expectation, and he slowly stretched his hand forward.

at this time!

Corvin's figure appeared behind Voldemort out of thin air, the distance between the two was less than one meter.

The next moment, before everyone could react, Cowen suddenly clenched his fists, and smashed his arms forward parallel to each other.

Bang! Quack!

The upper right fist hit Voldemort's cervical vertebrae, and the lower left fist hit Voldemort's lumbar vertebrae.

Two crisp fractures sounded, causing Voldemort to rush forward in a daze, pressing Peter Pettigrew directly under him.

In Harry's horrified gaze.

After Voldemort fell to the ground, he suddenly vented his screams.

Kewen quickly drew out his wand, and with a silent stroke, a shot of "Shen Feng Wuying" slammed out quickly, cutting off the left hand of Peter Pettigrew at the same time as his wrist.

"what--"

The scream of Peter Pettigrew suddenly suppressed Voldemort's scream.

Corvin did not stop, and again swiped the wand twice slightly, causing the wands of Voldemort and Peter Pettigrew to fly over, and he grabbed it with his left hand.

Then, Corvin pointed his wand at Peter Peter, who was under the pressure of Voldemort, and cast a'coma spell' down, causing the other party to stop suddenly and pass into a coma.

"Kevin!?"

It was only then that Harry called out in shock.

However, Kewen didn't pay any attention. Instead, he stepped forward with his wand, bent over and stretched out his hand, holding Voldemort's back collar and holding the opponent up with one hand.

Stepping back a few steps and shaking his hand, Voldemort, who was struggling to hold back the scream, was still on the ground, making his face sunken in the grass and lying there.

Then, Cowen turned his head and glanced at Harry, and at the same time smiled and greeted: "Hi, Harry."

"This is... you... he..."

Harry was completely stunned by the changes in front of him, all kinds of questions came to his mind at the same time, but he didn't know what to ask.

Corvin no longer paid attention to Harry, but squatted down, pinched Voldemort's ear and turned his cheek to the side.

"Hi~"

Kewen looked directly at the other person's murderous gaze, smiled and said hello: "Hello, meet again, Mr. Bald without a nose."

"Who are you!?"

Voldemort's voice was a little trembling, enduring the pain of cervical and lumbar fractures, some gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "What are you going to...what!?"

Kewen answered rather than asked, and raised his hand to click on his temple: "Occlusion, now, you are not surprised why you haven't read my heartfelt voice?"

"Very good..." Voldemort squinted his eyes slightly, and looked at Cowen severely, as if he wanted to remember Cowen's face firmly.

"You are amazing..." Voldemort said hoarsely and solemnly: "You successfully attacked and hurt... I, the greatest Dark Lord in the world... You can be proud of it!"

"Cowen, isn't it?"

Voldemort grinned and grinned, "Your full name? You are fortunate to be remembered in my heart forever!"

"His name is Kom..."

Harry interjected abruptly, yelling with excitement as if he had come orgasm.

However, Cowen suddenly threw his wand at Harry without looking back, and a spell made Harry's mouth disappear.

Regardless of Harry's struggle there, Corvin looked down at Voldemort's cold eyes and said indifferently: "Harry, think about the Academy's "Dark Arts Defense Class"."

Slowly turning his head ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Kewen looked at Harry, and slowly said: "Names can be cursed."

Under the stunned look of Harry's eyes widened, Cowen flicked his wand again and released the curse on Harry.

After taking a few breaths, Harry apologized very apologetically: "Yes, I'm sorry, Senior! I don't know..."

Waved his hand, Kewen ignored the opponent and lowered his gaze again.

He looked at Voldemort, who was paralyzed on the ground, and then slowly pointed the tip of his wand at the opponent.

"how?"

Voldemort cracked the corners of his mouth again, and grinned, "Do you want to kill me? Do it...Kill me and take away the glory that belongs to you!"

"kill him!"

Harry couldn't help yelling: "Senior! Kill this monster!"

As if unable to stand the noise, Covin looked at Harry abruptly, and shouted with a cold expression: "Shut up!"

Harry was stunned...