A Magical Hogwarts

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in the cemetery,

The Death Eaters all fell to their knees, shivering.

The resurrected Voldemort routinely tortured several servants and tried his hand; he stepped on Malfoy's hair and tried his feet.

Nice, really nice! It's a familiar taste.

There was Wormtail sobbing, his hands missing and thrown into the resurrection soup to provide Voldemort with a body.

At this time, the blood loss was too much, and the pain was unparalleled.

Voldemort's rebirth requires three things: the green lotus root for the bones, the lotus leaf for the clothes, supplemented by the true fire of samadhi...

Cough cough... It should be: the father's skeleton is the bone, the mouse tail juice, supplemented by Harry's blood.

Thanks to these three treasures, Voldemort is resurrected.

He walked barefoot and walked up to Wormtail. He clearly enjoyed Wormtail's scream.

Especially the expression on his face, full of mockery, as if he was looking at a piece of garbage.

For more than a year, Wormtail has also been a saddle and a horse, serving Voldemort like a father.

But after Voldemort put on his clothes, he turned his face and didn't recognize anyone.

"You came back to me not out of loyalty, but out of fear of being caught by Stark. You deserved the pain.

Wormtail, you know this, don't you? ' he croaked.

"Yes, Master," groaned Wormtail, "but please, Master...please...while I've been taking care of you...I help you..."

"Yeah, anyway, you helped me get the flesh." Voldemort looked at Wormtail sobbing on the ground, and said indifferently:

"Even though you were a vile traitor, you helped me... The Dark Lord never treats those who helped him..."

Voldemort raised his wand slightly and drew a band of light like molten silver.

At first there was no shape, then the light ribbon twisted into a glittering human hand.

It flew down and settled on Wormtail's bleeding wrist.

Wormtail stopped sobbing, breathing hard and harsh.

He raised his head and looked at the silver hand in disbelief. It was seamlessly attached to his arm, as if he were wearing a dazzling glove.

He tried to bend his shining fingers, and tremblingly picked up a stone from the ground, which he crushed into powder with ease.

A strong and powerful silver right hand!

"My master," said Peter softly, "master, it's so beautiful... thank you... thank you..."

He crawled over on his knees and kissed Voldemort's robes.

"I hope your allegiance will not waver, Wormtail," said Voldemort with disgust.

"No, my master...never..."

Wormtail stood up and joined the circle, with tears still on his face, looking over and over at his powerful novice.

Voldemort walked in the circle, walked to the largest gap, and looked at it with empty red eyes as if someone were standing there.

"Seven Death Eaters are missing here... Four died for me, and one didn't have the guts to come back... will pay the price." He sneered.

"The other, I think, is leaving me forever... Of course he will be executed..."

Voldemort was a little disappointed, it seemed that the servant who left forever had disappointed him. He used to value him more.

But Voldemort's expression immediately became excited. "One more, still my most loyal servant, who has returned to my service."

There was a small commotion among the Death Eaters, the masked men secretly exchanging glances.

"He's at Hogwarts, my loyal servant, and thanks to his efforts, our little friend will be here tonight..."

The eyes of a circle of people all turned to Harry.

Harry struggled, unable to move with Wormtail's underpants stuffed from somewhere in his mouth.

"Yes," said Voldemort's lipless mouth with a smile.

"Harry Potter is coming to my Rebirth party. We might even call him my special guest..."

"My dear Tom, you are holding a rebirth party here, and you don't invite me?" A voice suddenly echoed around.

"I'm not your best friend anymore? Every time I swear to others, I use you as my guarantor!"

Everyone raised their heads in shock, who the **** dared to say such a thing.

I saw a young wizard walking slowly through the darkness from not far away.

He was wearing a gorgeous blue robe, dark green pupils, holding a magic wand in his right hand, and a long sword on his waist.

Seeing Stark appear, the Death Eaters were restless.

No matter whether he has played against each other or not, everyone knows that he is very powerful.

But what is this scene... Voldemort is resurrected, and he really dares to come? Not afraid of death?

William walked over, as if he was really not afraid of death, and even regarded Voldemort as nothing.

Malfoy stared at William with jealousy.

It is indeed extraordinary, especially the wand in the right hand, the long sword on the left waist... It is a bit out of the ordinary, making people feel ashamed.

"Stark...you...Dumbledore is here too?" Voldemort took a breath and turned his head to look for it.

"Where is the need for the principal, he is old and has inconvenient legs and feet, so he doesn't like to participate in this kind of activity."

William Apparated, appearing beside Harry.

"Why, you want to kill Harry? He's your half-brother!"

Harry was tied to the tombstone and struggled.

William snapped his fingers, and the rope tied to him fell off automatically.

William threw Harry's wand to him and said calmly, "Harry, I'm here to pick you up back to school."

"Hermione has won the Triwizard Tournament and Gryffindor is going to have a big party to celebrate.

Professor McGonagall asked me to ask you...why are you late.

She is very unhappy. "

Harry was very excited, and his pupils were even more moist. He just really thought he was going to die.

But I didn't expect William to come!

"I'm sorry, William...Voldemort was resurrected because of me..." Harry choked.

"Then pick up the wand and kill him, won't you dare?" William asked, staring into Harry's eyes.

Harry looked at William, completely stunned.

"Haha, you are so arrogant and cute." Voldemort laughed.

William didn't talk nonsense, suddenly Apparated, appeared beside Voldemort, and the long sword flashed past and slashed on his robe.

Voldemort did not expect William to be so fast, nor did he expect that his fighting style would be the same as that of Muggles.

He originally thought that the sword was just a decoration.

Unprepared, his arm slackened and his wand fell to the ground.

Voldemort stepped back immediately.

This scene happened countless times in the time loop. William closed his eyes and knew Voldemort's next move.

He was silent, like a cheetah out of the jungle, running to Voldemort.

William, who was agile and unimaginable, made a beautiful knee but was held down by Voldemort's hands.

But it was another left jab, still firmly on Voldemort's forehead.

At the same time Voldemort flew backwards like a broken kite, he cast a spell without a stick in his right hand, and a poisonous snake sprang up from the ground, biting at William.

William has been bitten more than 20 times, and he has a long memory. I saw him with a fancy sword flower and directly cut off the snake's head.

William strode forward, Apparating again.

He seemed to know where Voldemort was going, and he just lifted his foot.

In the eyes of everyone, it was more like Voldemort took the initiative to move up and was just kicked in the waist.

The Dark Lord flew out as a whole, but his body was like a snake, gliding ghostly~www.wuxiaspot.com~ In the end, he bent his knees with both hands and feet and grabbed onto a tombstone.

Voldemort's eyes were red and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

William remains unscathed.

The Death Eaters were in an uproar, seemingly in disbelief.

The red blood and saliva fell to the ground together, and Voldemort squeezed out a smile:

"Mudblood's despicable moves... Let you see what magic is!"

With a hook of his right hand, the wand returned to his hand.

Voldemort raised his wand and aimed it at the cliff on the left side of the hill. After a moment of silence, there was a series of incessant rumblings in the air.

I saw the gorge wall of several hundred meters, split in two, constantly rolling rocks into the cemetery, stirring up a lot of dust.

The mountain slammed towards William again.

William, who had been smashed thousands of times, finally calmly said:

"It's always this trick, can it be something new?"

His figure remained motionless, his right hand drew an arc, causing ripples, and the wand in his hand began to wave, so fast that it was dazzling.

The gust of wind around it seemed to stop for a moment, and a lot of flying dust stopped in the air.

Quiet and then moved, a swaying gale suddenly rose between heaven and earth.

The strong wind was like a tornado, rushing towards the cliff that was smashing in the face.

The next scene was shocking, and the cliff was rushed by the overwhelming wind blade.

The strong wind penetrated into the boulder, first tearing out cracks, and then smashing the 100-meter boulder into hundreds of pieces of rubble.

William smiled and said, "I've played the level for eight years...I know you well."

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