Harry Potter and the Legend of the Temple

It was dark all around, and Louis and Harry came to a cemetery in the wilderness.

After the world was spinning, Harry almost lost his footing. He patted the dust on his body, turned to ask Louis:

"Where are we?"

The two of them were far away from the Hogwarts area. There was silence around them, and there was even a cold breath coming from them.

Louis was about to explain something when suddenly, a hooded wizard came from not far away, with his or her face covered and a baby in his arms.

Harry held his wand in his hand and looked at the visitor with confusion. The man stopped in front of a marble tombstone, only six feet away from the two of them.

"ah!"

The scar on his head suddenly felt an inexplicable pain. Harry squatted on the ground in pain, his wand slipped on the ground, and he covered his head with one hand, feeling like a tear.

"Get rid of those who get in the way!"

Voldemort's shrill voice came from the arms of the black robe. The wizard in the black robe was very decisive. He twitched his wand very quickly, and a high-pitched shout pierced the sky:

"Avada Kedavra!"

"No!"

Green light flashed Harry's eyelids, and he seemed to hear something fall next to him. His scar hurt so much that it made him sick and retching.

After he recovered a little, he opened his eyes slightly, and a scene that terrified him appeared.

Lewis fell straight to the ground, his eyes closed tightly and his limbs spread out.

Harry couldn't believe the fact that this wizard who had fought alongside him and was only one year younger than him had died in front of him.

"Catch him, we need him!"

He felt himself being lifted up by a force, and then pressed in front of a marble statue when he was unable to resist.

The wizard seemed to have no longer used his wand. He stretched out one hand and controlled Harry so that he could not move. Then a rope appeared out of thin air and tied him tightly together.

Only then did Harry see the scene in front of him clearly. It was something like an altar, with an extremely complex magic circle painted on the ground, and there seemed to be some firelights arranged around it.

The black-robed wizard slowly walked up and placed the object in his arms in the center of the magic circle. It was a skinny baby with no hair and no nose. Its back was black and a pair of flickering red eyes looked at it. Harry.

This is a complete monster. Harry has never seen such an ugly and pitiful looking life. It seems that it will be destroyed at any time.

Then the black-robed wizard picked up something in a small bottle from his sleeve and poured it on the baby.

Suddenly, a puff of green smoke rose upwards, and a shrill scream came from the magic circle. Harry's scar hurt along with it, as if all the pain the baby suffered was transferred to Harry.

"In the name of the dark believers, I call the great Lord to come to the world."

The black-robed wizard muttered something, and Harry recognized that it was a female wizard.

"Using your father's flesh and blood as a carrier will help your child regenerate."

The tombstone next to it cracked a crack, and the bones buried in the ground floated up and landed next to the magic circle.

"Guiding yourself with the power of your servant will help your master to be reborn."

When she finished speaking, a shrill black light rose from her surroundings, rising into the sky from her feet and covering the sky above the magic circle in an instant.

However, she was not the only one with such a light. Almost at the same time, the remaining three black lights jumped from the air not far away. The four black lights mixed together to form an extremely thick black.

"Using the blood of your enemies as an aid will revive your enemies."

Suddenly, Harry felt a pain in his arm, and a few strands of blood floated into the air and merged into the black curtain.

"I swear in the name of the Famine Knight, I will offer sacrifices to you, grant my lord strength, and resurrect him!"

Several bloody objects floated in the air, seemingly taken from some magical animals. The black robe took out an item, and the magic circle suddenly flashed with light.

A black curtain fell from the sky, connecting the magic circle and the dark sky. Harry couldn't see what was happening inside. He only felt a squirming movement.

Then the black screen suddenly spread out, and the weak baby stood up and transformed into an adult bald man in an instant.

Voldemort is resurrected!

The black robe handed over his wand, and the bald man took it and carved a pattern of the Dark Mark on the arm of the black robe.

As if sensing something, a large number of Death Eaters suddenly fell from the sky and surrounded the place.

"Welcome, welcome, my Death Eaters." Voldemort walked beside the Death Eaters, "Who could have imagined that I would come back."

"I saw that your power is intact, so what is the reason why you don't come to help your master!"

"Lord...Master."

One of the Death Eaters said shakily that even though he was wearing a mask, Harry could still recognize the voice of Lucius Malfoy.

"Ah, I remember you, Lucius." Voldemort raised his head, "You have been trying to establish prestige in the Ministry of Magic, trying to be a good person in front of those Aurors, but you spent your energy looking for me. Isn’t it better?”

"My master... I have indeed... been paying attention..."

"Yes, but my ability to regain my strength has nothing to do with you." Voldemort put him aside.

"You should be more grateful to the four guys who restored my strength, my four knights." Voldemort waved his hand, and the black robe stood next to him, as well as a Death Eater who walked out of the crowd.

"Pasha Jorkins, an excellent wizard I met in the Albanian forest. Of course she is not only a wizard, but also a super ghost."

When it comes to super ghosts, many Death Eaters are confused. They whisper underneath, but the next second, the super ghost lets them know what it means to be scary.

Pasha Jorkins raised her hand forward, and a Death Eater who was kneeling on the ground was suddenly caught in his hand from a distance. He looked extremely panicked, as if he had never seen a wizard casting spells without a wand, and He felt a pain from deep in his soul.

He wanted to shout, but nothing came out. Finally, Jorkins smiled slightly, squeezed his hands inward, and the Death Eater instantly exploded from the inside out, and blood mist filled the air.

The remaining Death Eaters no longer dared to speak. The impression Pasha Jorkins gave them was even more terrifying than Voldemort's.

"And Greyback, if he hadn't gone to Germany to help me get that thing back, everything we could have done wouldn't have been possible."

Voldemort continued as if he hadn't seen him at all: "It's a pity that the other two people who gave me strength are not here."

"Ah, I almost forgot, our great hero is Harry Potter!"