Chapter 514 Voldemort is preparing to forcefully explain
"ah--"
The sharp pain of the dagger piercing his body made Harry wake up instantly.
When he opened his eyes, what caught his eye was the ferocious face of Barty Crouch Jr. His eyes were crazy, but there seemed to be a lot of excitement in the madness.
who is he?
Harry had some doubts in his heart.
"Harry...Potter..."
Barty Crouch Jr. grinned, "You finally woke up! Without you as the audience, this resurrection ceremony would still lack a little fun."
"Open your eyes and see!"
"The Dark Lord will return!"
With that said, Barty Crouch Jr. pulled out the dagger, then quickly walked to the cauldron, letting Harry's blood flow into the cauldron along the dagger.
"Ah!!" Harry cried out in pain.
Resurrection ceremony?
correct! I was... knocked unconscious by Peter Pettigrew.
Harry finally remembered.
He endured the severe pain and quickly looked around, and sure enough he saw Peter Pettigrew, the shameful betrayer, next to the cauldron.
How is this going?
Is Voldemort about to be resurrected?
Harry felt a little regretful.
At this moment, Harry hated his previous arrogant self.
"Peter, what is going on?" Harry asked loudly.
Peter Pettigrew looked at Harry with a playful face, "Wait patiently for a while, kid, you will understand soon."
As if to prove Peter Pettigrew's words, the potion in the cauldron began to boil violently, and a raging flame ignited in the blink of an eye.
The flames engulfed the cauldron in an instant, burned in the air for a while, and then went out in the blink of an eye.
The pale and ugly baby continued to stretch and grow in a burst of squirming, surrounded by black energy, which continued to converge towards the body.
When everything ended, Voldemort, dressed in black robes, finally regained his life.
His flesh and blood are constantly enriched, and his facial features are gradually becoming clearer.
Voldemort stretched out his pale palms and carefully touched the new body, feeling the surging magic in his body.
He, Voldemort, is finally resurrected!
Harry looked at Voldemort with fear on his face. Even though this was the first time Harry had seen him, Harry knew very well in his heart that this man was Voldemort.
He is resurrected! ! !
Harry felt bitter in his heart. He felt that he was so stupid before.
He knew clearly that Voldemort wanted to catch him, but he still left the castle arrogantly alone, trying to lure Snape out and reveal his true face.
But the person who appeared was not Snape at all.
But Peter Pettigrew.
What's even more ridiculous is that he can't even defeat Peter Pettigrew.
It was because of his stupidity that Voldemort was resurrected.
At this moment, Harry wanted to beat his former self to death.
Now he simply doesn't know how to face Dumbledore, Sirius, Professor McGonagall, Professor Lupin, Ron, Andy and others.
Do you want him to tell them that it was because of his stupidity that Voldemort was successfully resurrected?
Harry was immediately heartbroken.
He was now in Voldemort's hands, along with two Death Eaters. And he himself was tied to a stone tablet without even a wand in his hand.
Harry had no idea how to get out.
"Hehehe..."
On the other side, Voldemort chuckled. He glanced at his body with great satisfaction, and then slowly walked to Barty Crouch Jr.'s body.
"My wand, little Barty," Voldemort said softly.
Barty Crouch Jr. looked at Voldemort with excitement. He took out a wand from his pocket with his remaining right hand, which was Voldemort's wand.
Yew, phoenix tail feathers, 13.5 inches.
Voldemort took the wand and waved it lightly on Barty Crouch Jr.'s broken left hand, and a complete hand instantly grew out of his wrist.
"Thank you, Voldemort." Barty Crouch Jr. said enthusiastically.
As a Death Eater, Barty Crouch Jr. did not call Voldemort his master, or the Dark Lord, like others.
His relationship with Voldemort was extremely special.
He regarded Voldemort as a father figure. He worshiped Voldemort fanatically and was willing to sacrifice everything for Voldemort.
He knew Voldemort was half-blood, but he never cared.
Voldemort also had great trust in Barty Crouch Jr. He even told Barty Crouch Jr. his real name "Tom Riddle" and the experience of killing his father.
If possible, Barty Crouch Jr. would be willing to kill his biological father with his own hands, then fall at Voldemort's feet and recognize him as his father.
"It's nice to see you again, little Barty." Voldemort said softly, with a hint of nostalgia in his tone.
Barty Crouch Jr. was also very excited. Voldemort finally returned and they could regain their former glory.
After chatting with Barty Crouch Jr. for a few words, Voldemort used the Dark Mark to summon the remaining Death Eaters.
In the gloomy cemetery, more than a dozen figures apparated. They were dressed in black robes and had Death Eater masks on their faces. This includes Malfoy's father, Lucius Malfoy.
"Welcome, my friend."
Voldemort looked at the people who had arrived and said in a casual tone: "It has been thirteen years... Today you are gathered in front of me again. It's as if everything happened yesterday."
"I admit I'm a little...disappointed!"
"None of you tried to find me..."
Voldemort called their names and took off their masks one by one.
"And you...Lucius!"
Looking at the resurrected Voldemort, Lucius Malfoy looked pale and almost despaired in his heart.
Like Peter Pettigrew, Lucius was a traitor.
But the difference is that he betrayed Voldemort!
Out of fear of Voldemort, Lucius had to express his loyalty to Voldemort again.
He knelt on the ground and looked up at Voldemort, with a look of humiliation on his face and endless fear in his tone, "Master... you are finally resurrected."
"I must admit that I have disappointed you before...but I will prove to you, my master, that I am loyal to you from beginning to end."
"Malfoy!" Harry suddenly shouted.
Malfoy's father is indeed a Death Eater!
"Oh, Harry~"
Voldemort turned his head and said in a mocking tone: "I almost forgot that you were still here."
"How should I introduce you? During this time, you have been as famous as me - the Boy Who Lived."
"How many lies are there in your legend, Harry?"
"Do you want me to remind you what happened that night thirteen years ago? Do you want me to tell you what it was that made me lose my magic power?"
As the Dark Lord, Voldemort now urgently needs to regain his place.
He was ready to forcefully explain!
