Harry Potter: My Magic Overturns Hogwarts

Peter Pettigrew crouched respectfully in a British castle while the Ministry of Magic was busy preparing for the attack.

In front of him was an old monkey who looked like he was about to step into a coffin. His whole body was even more ugly, curled up like a deformed baby.

And he was Voldemort, an incompletely reborn Voldemort with a fragile body. ..

"The incomparably noble master, your faithful servant, has brought you a surprise."

Peter Pettigrew's voice sounded in the castle, and beside him, there was a huge burning cauldron, inside which was boiling an unknown green liquid, and sparks burst out from time to time.

Obviously, the liquid here is not simple.

This crucible is so big that it can easily accommodate a person.

"Yes, Wormtail, my most loyal servant."

"For your plan, we lost a lot of people."

The icy voice and the hoarse echo made Peter Pettigrew tremble on the ground with fright, not daring to raise his head.

"Master, I am doing this for you. Only when you are truly resurrected, those people dare not hypocritically respond to your orders."

Peter Pettigrew's voice seemed aggrieved, and when it came to the end, his voice was much lower.

For the successful completion of that plan, he almost died amid endless magic.

That scene was really too dangerous.

"Humph!"

"Have you got Harry Potter's blood?"

Voldemort obviously also knew what the current Death Eater organization was like.

The sand is scattered in pieces, each doing his own thing, and planning secretly, but no one is trying to revive him.

All of this needs to be planned by himself.

What happened in the Hogwarts Tournament was one of his plans.

The executor is Peter Pettigrew.

"I got it, honorable master." Peter Pettigrew quickly responded flatteringly.

"Let's get started then," Voldemort urged.

"Yes, my lord." Peter Pettigrew had no choice.

He stood up, picked up Voldemort, and walked to the boiling cauldron, hesitating a little.

"What are you still standing here for? Let me go?" Voldemort said dissatisfied.

"Exalted master, will you be cooked?" Peter Pettigrew subconsciously expressed his thoughts.

Voldemort: ...

Voldemort's ugly face slowly turned around, and he stared at Peter Pettigrew, and said in that icy voice, "Wormtail, do you really want me to die?"

Peter Pettigrew was trembling from staring at Voldemort's ugly flat face and cold eyes, his legs softened, but he knelt on the ground.

boom!

Peter Pettigrew's head accidentally hit the cauldron, and then there was a scream.

But the scream wasn't from Peter Pettigrew, it was from Voldemort.

"Damn Wormtail, how dare you do this to me?"

"Are you trying to kill me?"

It turned out that Pettigrew accidentally rubbed Voldemort's face against the fiery red cauldron when he was putting his head on the cauldron, and even more flames came up.

This made Voldemort, whose skin was extremely fragile, feel great pain instantly, and what made Voldemort even more unacceptable was that he could still smell the smell of barbecue.

Peter Pettigrew lowered his head, extremely flustered, and subconsciously let go of his hands, letting Voldemort drop again. Fortunately, his shocking reaction saved Voldemort from the chance to be intimate with the ground.

Hearing Voldemort's complaints, Peter Pettigrew tried his best to calm himself down, and quickly explained: "My lordly master, I didn't mean it, I just wanted to explain my loyalty to you."

Voldemort closed his mouth and stared at Peter Pettigrew. After a while, when Peter Pettigrew was sweating profusely and didn't know how to explain it, he said, "Wormtail, only I can protect you."

"You should understand."

Peter Pettigrew nodded repeatedly, and said, "Yes, my master, I understand very well."

With a hoarse voice, Voldemort said weakly: "Now, hurry up!"

Peter Pettigrew didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore and stood up.

This time, he didn't care whether Voldemort would be scalded to death if he was thrown into it, he stretched out his hand and threw Voldemort into the scalding liquid.

The green liquid quickly wrapped Voldemort and sank into the cauldron, making a sizzling sound.

Peter Pettigrew didn't look at what was going on inside, but quickly opened a box and took out the contents.

It was an urn, the ashes of Voldemort's father.

Now, Peter Pettigrew is going to use it to work his magic.

Peter Pettigrew held up his wand and chanted: "The father's bones, unintentionally donated, may regenerate your son!"

The ashes in the urn, called by Peter Pettigrew, flew into the air and fell into the cauldron.

The next moment, the green liquid turned into blue, giving off a strange aura.

At the same time, the sound of firecrackers exploding continuously came from the liquid, and sparks flew everywhere.

Then, Peter Pettigrew took out an extremely sharp dagger and said tremblingly, "Your servant's meat, donated voluntarily, can bring your master back to life."

Slashing hard, with a scream, Peter Pettigrew's right hand fell into the cauldron.

At this moment, the blue liquid turned into bright red, the sound of explosion became louder, and the sputtering sparks became more active.

Peter Pettigrew endured the severe pain, and took out a test tube from his pocket. There was a tube of viscous liquid on it, which was obtained by taking a risk after stabbing Harry Potter.

This tested his wisdom and ability. In order to obtain this tube of blood, he spent a lot of effort and ruined many people.

"Blood of your enemies, forced to give, may revive your enemies," sang Peter Pettigrew, pouring the blood into the cauldron.

In an instant, the red liquid turned into silvery white, exuding a dazzling light, illuminating everything around.

Wormtail also collapsed to the ground.

But even so, he smiled.

Peter Pettigrew was very clear about the predicament he was facing now, and he was also very clear that the only one who could protect him now was Voldemort who forced him to take this path.

Therefore, he had to go this way to the end.

The liquid in the crucible boiled violently, and a large amount of water vapor emerged from the crucible, making it a gray one.

But Peter Pettigrew didn't care, his eyes fixed on the cauldron.

Crash!

There was a sound of water flowing, and a figure also stood up from the crucible and stepped down from the crucible.

Peter Pettigrew looked at the tall figure, although he was a little thinner, he was still weeping with joy, crawled in embarrassment, came to Voldemort, hugged his feet, and shouted: "Master, congratulations, resurrection! gone."

"Your most loyal servant, Peter Pettigrew, may you once again stand at the pinnacle of this world, lead your servants, and once again enshroud the world with fear, and make the world fear for you."