Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

"Hey! My head hurts! What the hell is going on!"

Harry's hand covered the scar on his forehead, and the whole person curled up in the weeds and twitched.

In the distance, a tall figure is standing up with difficulty, and the strange thing is that his body is constantly getting smaller in the process of standing up, until he has changed from a big man two meters away to a normal person. .

And farther away, there were soaring flames and sharp screams.

The scream seemed to remind the figure, he turned back and looked at the place where the fire was soaring, and then screamed, turned his head and rushed towards Harry like a madman.

Instinctively, Harry wanted to escape, but his body didn't obey and didn't move.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp blade pierced through Harry's arm and was pulled out violently. In just a split second, blood spurted out of the wound like a fountain.

The pain restored Harry's ability to move, and he screamed and crawled on the ground, trying to stay away from the attacker.

But it didn't help at all, the man caught up with Harry in two steps, and used those muddy hands to continuously wipe the blood spurting from Harry's wound onto his body, his face!

'What is he doing? Is he a vampire? ’

Harry thought so, and he was terrified. He thought that today might be his own death.

However, just when Harry was desperate, he saw the man waving his wand, and there was a space-distorting fluctuation in the air, and the man disappeared in a hurry!

...

"Die! Voldemort!"

Accompanied by Mike's roar, the huge snake head composed of fiery flames slammed into the pile of small swaddles on the ground.

A smile appeared on Mike's face, and he had already foreseen the next scene.

Voldemort, the legendary wizard who once stunned the world, will die again and turn to ashes under his fire curse!

However, something unexpected happened.

At the moment when the fiery python was about to devour Voldemort, the space in front of the swaddle suddenly distorted, and urgently, with the sound of a crackling explosion, a blood-covered, embarrassed figure suddenly appeared on the grass. Embrace the swaddling!

"Master! I'm here!"

On the grass, Barty was talking softly and softly. Above his head, the fire python was rushing towards him with its bloody mouth open.

"Take me away! Hurry up!"

The hoarse voice came from the swaddling clothes, and the voice was weak and rapid, which made Barty feel a little distressed!

"I understand! Master!"

Barty Jr responded to Voldemort while waving his wand in his hand, disregarding the chaos of magic within the body caused by Instant Apparition, and forced Instant Apparition again!

After a while, Barty fell to the ground safely while holding the swaddle, but as soon as she landed, Barty fell to one knee on the ground.

The magic power in his body is running wildly, and the violent magic power is completely out of control, constantly destroying his body!

"Hahaha... eh"

A burst of laughter came from the swaddling clothes, but the laughter stopped immediately.

Because Voldemort was surprised to find that Barty Jr.'s Apparition didn't take him very far.

They are still in the small cemetery!

"What are you doing! Stupid! Why don't you spread the word!"

Hearing Voldemort's hysterical screams,

There was a bright smile on Barty's bloody face!

"You can't run away any more! You are the supreme Dark Lord! Our master! Your honor is above all else!" Barty said as he took something out of his bosom, which was a black bone, The bones of Voldemort's father, "Rest assured, Master! You will be resurrected! Your most loyal servant will not let you down!"

After all, Barty stood up and ran towards the boiling cauldron not far away.

And Voldemort in his arms finally calmed down as if he knew what was going to happen next.

...

The fire python finally swooped down, and its incorporeal body collapsed into countless flames the moment it hit the ground. The flames mixed with the power of the curse raged on the ground like a liquid, swallowing everything. .

It's just that Mike's real target, Voldemort, was diverted by that person's previous step with a continuous Apparition!

"Do not!"

Mike's powerful mental power surged towards the surroundings like a spring, and he found the man's position again in an instant.

That person did not escape directly with Voldemort, but teleported with him to the location of a cauldron not far away!

wrong! Cauldron?

He's going to perform a ritual to resurrect Voldemort!

Mike's blue pupils shrank suddenly!

"Kill them!"

Accompanied by Mike's roar, the raging fire that was raging on the ground reconvened, forming a larger and more hideous two-headed python that flew towards the target in front of a cauldron.

The flames are raging fast!

It only takes a few seconds to catch up with Voldemort and that person in this small cemetery. Even if you kill Mike, you can't believe that the resurrection ceremony can be completed in such a short time!

That's the truth. Before Barty could get close to the cauldron, the ferocious flame and two-headed python attacked again!

The soaring flames illuminated this small cemetery, as well as the desperate face of Barty Jr.

The next moment, they will be swallowed up by fierce fire!

However, the accident appeared again!

"All curses end!"

With the sound of several old voices, a circle of holy white light suddenly rose around the cemetery and was spreading.

A stunned expression appeared on Mike's face, but he reacted urgently, directing the two-headed fire python to continue rushing towards Barty.

It's a pity that the white light spread very fast, and the entire cemetery was firmly enclosed in the fire python before it could speak.

In an instant, white light flourished!

Under the holy white light, the terrifying double-headed fire python quickly melted like ice and snow in the sun, turning into nothingness!

"fk!"

Mike cursed fiercely, and then he held the holy sword, and the wind speed curse turned on and continued to rush towards Barty.

He must not let Barty complete the resurrection ceremony. Once completed, the once terrifying Voldemort will return again!

In the shadows in the distance, five hunched figures came out.

They all wore black robes and masks of various shapes on their heads.

One of the black-robed man wearing an eagle mask glanced at Mike who was galloping, turned his head and asked in a somewhat surprised old voice:

"My eyes aren't blooming, right? That should be..."

"You can't be wrong! He just released the Fiery Fire Curse!" A black-robed man wearing a brown bear mask gritted his teeth and replied, "He must be that Mike Tangley!"

Another person with a raccoon mask on the side said:

"What a coincidence! I didn't expect to meet him here!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Wolf Mask pulled out his wand, "Kill him! Avenge our master!"

"What about the mission?"

The ape mask asked with open hands.

The rest of the people in black robes glanced at each other when they heard the words, and then rushed towards Mike with a big laugh.

After a while, their slightly sarcastic voices drifted into the ears of the wolf-head masked man.

"Fuck his mission!"

...

Looking at the five black-robed masked people who suddenly appeared, Mike's heart sank slowly.

He can see that the magic level of this group of people is quite high, otherwise they would not be able to cast all spells so quickly and destroy their own calendar fire python.

If they were with Voldemort, then their battle today would have a high probability of losing.

Everything can't stand talking. Just as Mike was thinking about it, four men in black robes screamed and rushed towards him. While charging, they were even throwing spells on Mike's side.

Mike, who was running, frowned, looked at the little Barty who was already close to the pot, and used his magic power to sense the dense barrage of magic spells, gritted his teeth, and propped up a layer of three armors. The transparent shield composed of body spells, while holding the hilt of the Sword of Victory and Oath in his left hand, he threw it violently in the direction of the pot!

The next moment, the dense magic spell hit Mike's shield like raindrops. The shield that Mike held up with all his strength was supported for two seconds under the concentrated fire of the four people, and it turned into an instant. nothingness.

At this critical juncture, Mike's pupils shrank suddenly, his wrist flipped, and a transfiguration technique silently hit the ground under him.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound came, and a deep crack suddenly appeared on the ground under Mike, and Mike fell to the ground, but at the same time he avoided the magic barrage of the four black-robed men.

"Oh? It's kind of like having two brushes?" said the wolf-head mask with a sneer, "but you're dead today!"

After saying that, he cooperated with the others to release the spell in the cracks on the ground again.

However, what they didn't notice was that not far from them, a terrifying life was slowly recovering!

...

"Master! Just be patient! It'll be fine soon!"

Little Barty gritted his teeth and ran towards the boiling pot with a grim expression. While running, he was still comforting Voldemort in his arms.

"Ha! Although I don't know who those guys wearing masks are, they are really kind-hearted and actually helped us block that guy!"

There was no response to Barty Jr.'s words, and Voldemort, who was hugged tightly in his arms, seemed to be dead and said nothing.

But little Barty didn't care. Looking at the huge iron pot in front of him, his face, which was stained with Harry's blood, became even redder. He didn't mean to slow down at all, and rushed straight towards the cauldron. He passed by, and at the same time, he began to chant aloud:

"Father's bones, donated unintentionally, can regenerate your son!

The blood of the enemy, forced to give, can revive your enemies!

at last! Servant's meat! Voluntary giving (vibrato) can regenerate your master! "

After speaking, Barty jumped into the cauldron with Voldemort in his swaddled clothes!

There was a peaceful smile on Barty's face, Azkaban's life in prison, his mother's sacrifice, his father's torture, these things tortured his spirit all the time.

He no longer wanted to live.

The only thing that has kept him up until now is his firm belief that his master, the supreme Lord Voldemort, will return!

That's fine.

I am already very tired.

It's not bad to sacrifice yourself like this to let your master come back...

Thinking so, the little Barty closed his eyes in midair.

"Pfft!"

Barty's scrawny body fell into the pot, causing a splash of water.

The already boiling pot boiled even more after Barty Jr. and Voldemort joined in, and bursts of shrill screams came from it, paired with the skulls formed in the air by the translucent steam wafting out of the pot, making the This scene is like a nightmare!

Gradually, the whistling sound from the pot became clearer and clearer, and it seemed that something was about to come out of the churning liquid!

However, the next moment, a long sword flashing with golden light flew from a distance, carrying the infinite power and instantly smashed the whole pot into pieces...

With the explosion of the pot, the liquid in it was fried everywhere.

However, the strange thing is that the liquid turned into a black mist before it fell to the ground.

In the distance, the wolf-head mask looked at the black mist that was condensed and tumbling together, and then looked at the four partners who were still desperately throwing spells into the cracks, and his throat squirmed.

Immediately afterwards, the black fog in front of him suddenly thinned, and slowly, a tall and thin figure emerged from it.

Seeing this, the wolf head mask could no longer hold back the fear in his heart.

He screamed, waved his wand vigorously, and used Apparition to escape.

And with the appearance of the tall and thin figure, the black mist that had become much thinner did not dissipate.

They gathered together, like a dark robe, worn by the man.

An inexplicable heart palpitations rose from the hearts of the four masked people. They instinctively turned their heads and looked in the direction of the tall and thin figure.

And under the moonlight, they saw a face that did not belong to human beings...

That face, paler than a skeleton, with big red eyes, a flat nose like a snake, and two slits for the nostrils...

Voldemort, resurrected...

A thing called fear was spreading in the hearts of the four of them. They stared blankly at the familiar and unfamiliar man in front of them. The trembling body was extremely stiff and could not move.

Voldemort, move.

He stepped barefoot on the ash-strewn ground, bent down, and picked up a wand from the ground.

That's Barty Jr.'s wand.

Holding the wand in front of him, Voldemort's hand touched the tortuous scar on it, incomparably gentle, as if he was afraid that he would hurt it with too much force.

"Little Barty..."

There was a look of sadness on Voldemort's expressionless face, and he called his servant's name in a voice so soft that only he could hear it.

However, no one responded to him.

Voldemort was silent, and the wand in his hand seemed to sense the anger of his current master and began to tremble slightly.

After a long time, Voldemort's eyes turned cold again.

Under the terrified eyes of the four masked people, Voldemort raised his wand abruptly, and a bright green light shot out from the tip of the wand and shot straight into the sky, forming a huge skeleton head, and in the skeleton's mouth there was this huge hideous line. The python is slowly crawling out!

"I am back!"