Hogwarts Card Drawer

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Wormtail put the little thing in the pot. There was a hissing sound in the distance, and then the thing disappeared from the water. Chronos heard the soft sound of its tiny body hitting the bottom of the pot.

Wormtail muttered something. His voice trembled. He looked terrified by the creature beyond intelligence. He raised his wand, closed his eyes, and shouted to the night sky: "Father's bones, accidentally donated, may regenerate your son!"

The graveyard cracked beneath Harry's feet. Terrified, Harry saw a beautiful puff of dust rising into the air under Wormtail's spell, and falling gently into the cauldron. The diamond-like surface of the water split open. Hiss. Sparks fly. The surface of the water turned a bright, poisonous deep blue.

Now Wormtail whimpered softly, and from under his coat he drew a long, narrow, bright silver sword. His voice turned into a deadly weep again. "A servant's - meat - voluntarily - donated to regenerate - your master."

He held out his right hand—the hand with the missing finger. He gripped the silver sword tightly in his left hand, and swung it forward. It took less than a second for Chronos to realize what Wormtail was about to do. —He turned his head away and didn't want to look.

But he couldn't stop the scream that pierced the night sky. The shout passed through the eardrums of everyone present, as if he was also pierced by the silver sword. Then he heard something fall to the ground.

Wormtail's painful gasp was heard, followed by a sickening splash. It looked as if something had fallen into the pot. Kronos couldn't help looking over...but the pot of water had turned fiery red. Its blinding light pierced Harry's eyes...

Wormtail gasped and groaned in pain. It wasn't until Harry felt Wormtail's painful breath on his face that he realized Wormtail was standing directly in front of him.

"The blood of your enemy...is forced to sacrifice...to bring your enemy...to life."

There was nothing Harry could do about it, he was tied too tightly... He glanced in Kronos' direction, struggling in the rope desperately.

And Kronos was watching all this intently, this was the key part of his plan, he saw the shining short sword dangling in Wintail's hand. Then he felt the point of the sword piercing into the bend of his right arm. Blood dripped from his tattered clothes.

Wormtail, who was still panting in pain, took out a small glass medicine bottle from his pocket, and stretched it out to Harry's wound. A large drop of blood fell into the bottle.

He staggered back to the big stone gas pot with Harry's blood in his hand. Pour blood into it. The liquid kept changing until it turned into an empty white.

Wormtail knelt by the boiler, exhausted, as if his work had been done. Then he fell to the side, lying on the grass, panting and whimpering, clutching the bloody spot on his arm.

The boiler boiled slowly, and sparks shot out again. Nothing else has changed...

"Is this the torso training in the human body training in alchemy?" I have to say that Kronos's heart is really big, and he still has the mind to think about other things.

Then all the sparks in the boiler suddenly went out. In its place was a huge puff of white smoke. Cover everything in front of Kronos.

He couldn't see Wormtail or Harry strapped to the stele, all he could see was the steam hanging in the air..."

Then, through the thick fog ahead of him, Chronos, he saw the dark silhouette of a man, tall and thin, rising slowly upward from the boiler.

"Put clothes on me!" A high, cold voice sounded from behind the fog. Wormtail, still whimpering and moaning, shook the wound and crawled to pick up the pile of black clothes on the grass. Then he staggered to his feet, tiptoed, and with one hand he pulled the clothes over his master's head.

The tall thin man stepped out of the boiler,

Staring at Harry closely... Chronos couldn't help but look up and down at the legendary Dark Lord—a face paler than his skull, big black red eyes, a nose as flat as a snake's nose, and many more nostrils. gap……

His hands were like huge, pale spiders; his long white fingers caressed his breast lightly. Arms and face; the red eyes with split pupils, like cat's eyes, glowed brighter in the dark.

He held up his hand and stretched his fingers with an expression of rapt attention and pleasure. He paid no attention to Wormtail lying on the ground twitching and bleeding, nor did he pay attention to the big snake.

Voldemort slipped his unnaturally fingered hands into a deep pocket and produced a short staff. He caressed the staff lightly, too, then raised it and aimed it at Wormtail.

Wormtail's robes were glowing with blood—he had wrapped his severed arm in them. "Master..." he choked up, "Master..., you promised...you did promise..."

"Extend your arm," said Voldemort lazily.

"Oh, master... thank you, master..."

He held out the bleeding stump, but Voldemort laughed again. "Wormtail, the other arm."

"Master, please...please..."

Voldemort crouched down and pulled out Wormtail's left hand. He pushed the sleeves of Wormtail's robes up to his elbows. Chronos saw something on the skin that seemed to be a bright red tattoo - it was a skull with a snake sticking out of its mouth - exactly like the one that had appeared in the skies of the Quidditch World Cup: mark. Ignoring Wormtail's uncontrollable sobs, Voldemort examined it carefully.

"It's back," he said softly, "and they must have noticed...now we'll see...now we'll know..."

He pressed his long, white index finger to the mark on Wormtail's arm.

Harry and Wormtail exclaimed at the same time, and the scar on his father's forehead began to ache as violently as if it had been scorched by fire.

A look of cruel satisfaction crept across Voldemort's face. He stood up straight, turned his head, and looked around the dark tomb.

"How many will still dare to come back when they feel I'm resurrected?" he murmured, his shining red eyes gazing at the stars. "How many people would be foolish enough to leave?"

He started pacing up and down, and after about a minute, he suddenly turned to look at Chronos.

"Kronos, how is it?" He said softly, "Have you confirmed what I said to you?"

"Words? What words?" Although Harry was in severe pain, his mind was very clear. Next, he vaguely saw Kronos nodding expressionlessly.

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