Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

Drops of blood fell into the crucible, and the potion instantly underwent strange changes, lighting up with a dazzling silvery white light. Even if Glenn was far away, it still felt dazzling.

Just as Barty Crouch Jr. expected, the plan went well and the great Dark Lord was about to be reborn.

The spark went out, and a white steam rose slowly from the crucible. Through the diffuse water vapor, a skinny figure like a skeleton could be seen quietly emerging.

The white fog gradually dissipated, and the figure became clear.

It has sickly pale skin, a flat snake-like nose, and a pair of narrow blood-red eyes.

Voldemort!

After nearly fourteen years, this terrifying demon that the entire British wizarding world dared not even mention by name has finally arrived again.

He slowly stepped out of the crucible, naked. Yaxley, who had lost his arm, respectfully picked up the black robe prepared in advance on the ground and wanted to put it on him.

The Dark Lord just raised his hand slightly, and the robe flew up and wrapped around him automatically.

There was no doubt that he was so ecstatic that he finally had a complete body again. He didn't even bother to pay attention to Harry, but just caressed his chest, arms, and face that almost didn't look like a human being.

.

This action is not elegant at all, and is even a bit disgusting.

Nagini, who had disappeared for a while, also reappeared. The scarlet snake hesitated and made a hissing sound, as if to express congratulations to its owner.

Voldemort gently stroked the snake's head, put his hand into his pocket, and took out the wand with three pale and slender fingers.

Looking at the wand, which was pale in color and whose end resembled the claw bone of some creature, a message automatically popped into Glenn's mind.

Yew, phoenix feather, thirteen and a half inches. It is the twin brother of Harry's holly wand.

He stroked the wand gently again, and then called Yaxley to him.

Due to excessive blood loss, Yaxley, who had given one of his hands, now had a face as white as gold paper and staggered forward.

He was not Wormtail, he did not cry and pray to Voldemort, he just lowered his head respectfully.

"Your dedication is worth remembering, Kurban." Voldemort said hoarsely, "As I promised, you will receive far more than you give. Now, stretch out your arms."

"Thank you...Master..." Yaxley said with difficulty, lifting the bloody broken arm.

Under his reverent gaze, His Highness the Dark Lord raised his wand and waved it in the air in an exaggerated manner. A strip of light like molten silver was drawn on the tip of the wand, twisting and changing, and finally formed a silver light.

The shining right hand was placed on Yaxley's still bleeding wrist.

"I feel stronger power, thank you for your gift, my dear master."

Yaxley seemed to regain his strength instantly, and without hesitation fell to his knees, kissing the hem of his master's robe.

Glenn, who was hiding in the dark, watched with cold eyes. Yaxley's words were not just flattery. The system interface showed that the special items column on Yaxley's character card had a "Magic Hand" added, and his strength had also improved.

Worthy of being a "Golden Legend" level villain, Voldemort's strength cannot be faked at all, but his inexplicable sense of ritual makes people unable to resist complaining.

When Yaxley stood up, Voldemort gave another order in a strange tone, asking him to raise his other hand.

"I think it's time..." He said to himself, opening Yaxley's sleeve and looking at the Dark Mark tattoo on it.

Due to the angle, Glenn couldn't see his expression at this time, but it's not difficult to imagine the classic, cruel and proud expression of the villain.

"They will all notice..." He stretched out his pale index finger and gently pressed it on Yaxley's Dark Mark.

Coincidentally, Harry and Yaxley let out a painful scream at the same time, but Harry's mouth was still stuffed with something, so the sound sounded a bit dull.

Under the moonlight, visible to the naked eye, the black devil

The mark turned into a pitch-black color in an instant.

Voldemort straightened up, raised his head, and scanned the dark cemetery.

"After feeling it, how many people have the guts to come back?" he murmured, "and how many are foolish enough not to come?"

Yaxley remained silent, only daring to lower his head and maintain a respectful posture. Voldemort finally set his sights on Harry.

"You are standing over the bones of my father, Harry Potter," he hissed softly. "He was a Muggle and a fool, just like your ridiculous mother."

His tone became more and more proud.

"But now it seems that they are still somewhat useful, right? When you were young, your mother died to protect you. And the father who was killed by me... Look, he sent

How useful it has been..."

Voldemort didn't care about Harry's reaction at all, he just kept talking and let out an impressive "Ehehehe" laugh.

The waiting time was always so boring. While pacing back and forth, he glanced around and began to tell Harry stories about his parents.

"I know, Harry, it's a bit boring listening to me reminisce about my family history," he said with a smile, "That family is a bit sad... but look, Harry! My real family is back...

"

Before he finished speaking, a series of crisp sounds were heard. Between the graves, behind the cedar trees, and in every dark place, wizards were apparating, and there were even people appearing not far in front of Glenn.

Come.

Glenn never forgot to maintain the state of Wind Walk. Even if someone overlapped with him when apparating, it would be impossible to notice that there was anyone peeking here.

After a series of rustling sounds of cloaks swinging and rubbing, the Death Eaters wearing hoods and masks gathered towards Voldemort. Some of them walked slowly and cautiously, as if they had just learned about Voldemort.

No news of death.

Apparently, not all Death Eaters were involved in the attack on the night of the World Cup final.

But it didn't matter, everyone knelt down one after another, crawled to Voldemort's feet, and leaned down to kiss the hem of his robe like Alex had done before.

After the inexplicable ceremony, they retreated and formed a circle silently. Everyone seemed to have a fixed position, so some places were left empty.

"Welcome, Death Eaters," Voldemort finally stopped waiting and spoke calmly, "Thirteen years... It has been thirteen years since our last attack. But you still responded to my call just like yesterday.

...That is to say, we are still united under the Dark Mark! Is that right?”