Hogwarts: I, The Strongest Dark Lord In History!

Hogwarts, Quidditch pitch.

Seeing the silver Shenlong flashing away in front of his eyes.

Dumbledore got up and left his seat.

The old bee came to a remote and uninhabited corner.

Take out a protected door key from your pocket.

The above protection is removed.

Dumbledore was taken away by the Portkey in an instant.

He was in a similar situation with Professor Snape and Draco Malfoy.

Draco's Portkey is special.

His Portkey delivery location is Malfoy Manor.

"Father, there is news from Lucas that it has begun!"

The first time Draco appeared in the study, he conveyed the news to his father.

Lucius Malfoy stood up and looked at his friends.

"Get ready, everyone, it's time to meet our former master."

After speaking, he looked at his son standing beside him again, with worry and distress in his eyes.

Seeing this, Draco chuckled and said, "Don't worry, I'll be fine, father!"

"I hope so!"

Harry was sitting sideways on the ground at this moment, because the dizziness from the Portkey was too strong.

He still sees things a little blurry.

Then he felt someone grab his clothes and drag him to slide on the ground.

It wasn't until his back hit a cold stone slab that Harry's vision gradually became clear.

What appeared in front of him was a short and fat man.

A mysterious figure wearing a hooded cloak.

The mysterious man fixed himself on the stone slab with one hand, and held a bundle in the other.

When Harry saw the burden, there was a burning pain from the lightning wound on his forehead.

A savior classmate who has had many experiences.

It was immediately clear what was in that baggage.

That was something he never wanted to face. 06

"hurry up!"

A sharp and cold voice came from the baggage.

Peter Pettigrew hastily responded.

Only then did Harry notice that the man in front of him was missing a finger on his right hand.

"It's you, Wormtail!"

Peter Pettigrew snorted disapprovingly.

A white wand appeared in the hand holding Voldemort.

He waved lightly, and several ropes appeared, binding Harry firmly to the stone slab.

The savior classmate turned his head to observe the surrounding environment, and the first thing he noticed was the name on the tombstone.

"Tom Riddle."

He was familiar with this name, Voldemort had been called this name before he changed his name.

Harry wondered if this was Voldemort's graveyard for himself.

Looking around, he found many things, such as the cauldron in front of him that was bigger than an adult.

But Harry just didn't find Lucas and Cedric who were teleported together.

He was very sure that he was still holding Cedric's arm tightly when the Portkey was activated.

"Wormtail, hurry up!"

"Soon, my master!"

The conversation between master and servant attracted Harry's attention.

Seeing that Wormtail was lighting the dry wood under the cauldron, he looked puzzled.

Could it be that Voldemort captured him to make potions?

Harry·Material·Potter soon understood what the cauldron was for.

As the temperature of the flame continues to rise.

The liquid in the crucible began to bubbling and bubbling.

Wormtail picked up the bundle again, and opened it along with the wrapping cloth above.

A naked, hairless baby appeared.

The baby's body was covered with scales, and its skin was dark red.

Most notable was the flat snake face, Harry had never seen anyone with such a face.

The pair of red eyes shining with cold light on it made people shudder even more.

Peter Pettigrew carried Voldemort carefully to the cauldron.

Under Harry's surprised gaze, he put Voldemort into the cauldron.

The expected scream did not come.

Harry only heard the sound of something sinking into the bottom of the cauldron.

Peter Pettigrew seems to be in a bad state of mind at this time.

He waved the white magic wand and whispered to the night sky: "The bones of the father, donated by accident, can make your son regenerate!"

Ka~

Harry was horrified to find that the ground under his feet cracked suddenly, and a wisp of ashes flew out from it.

When those ashes fell into the cauldron, the diamond-like liquid exploded.

A pot of transparent liquid gradually turned blue, looking like the most poisonous poison in the world.

Harry couldn't imagine what Voldemort would become in the cauldron.

But he could think that if he didn't break free and escape, he would end up in a very miserable end.

"Lucas, who was that man? And why did he arrest Harry, and why did he throw the baby into the cauldron?"

I didn't see that Cedric still had the potential to become a hundred thousand whys.

It is a good thing to be curious, but being curious regardless of the occasion may kill someone.

Just like now.

Lucas pulled the opponent back a step.

Cedric was about to ask what happened, when Lucas signaled himself to keep silent.

Look in the direction of Lucas' finger.

A big snake was crawling past the two of them.

Nagini Serpent, one of Voldemort's Horcruxes.

And one of the few people Voldemort trusted.

Nagini was also a human being, to be precise, he should be a blood cursed orc.

Such a curse in his body allows Nagini to freely switch between human and snake forms.

But over time.

She would end up trapped in the snake form.

What's even more pitiful is that Nagini will completely forget the memory of being a human.

Nagini once served as an ally of Dumbledore against Grindelwald.

Lucas recalled the information about the twelve-foot snake in front of him in his mind.

Just wondering how Dumbledore would react when he saw Nagini.

The snake Nagini crawled along Tom Riddle's tombstone and finally came to Harry.

Harry had seen the snake in a dream.

It had killed someone in an old house.

"What's going on, Tianwei!"

A sharp and angry voice came from the cauldron.

Harry hurried over.

The flame under the crucible was suddenly extinguished.

The boiling liquid in the crucible gradually cooled.

Peter Pettigrew didn't know what was going on either.

He lay down on the ground to check, and found nothing unusual.

"Master, it was just an accident. I will light the fire right away." Peter Pettigrew said tremblingly.

Accompanied by a flash of fire from the tip of the wand.

The dry wood was lit again.

Peter Pettigrew lay on the ground and stared for a long time, making sure that the flame would not go out before standing up with confidence.

Lucas smiled secretly.

Of course it was no accident that the fire was extinguished just now.

It's the spell words that he left here a long time ago.

This is just the beginning.

Voldemort wants to regain his body?

How can you do it without paying a price!

The ancient spell sounded again.

Peter Pettigrew put away his wand and produced a gleaming dagger.

"Servant, servant's flesh, donate voluntarily, and your master can be reborn!"

Finish the mantra.

There was fear in Peter Pettigrew's eyes.

He started sobbing, but managed to cut off his right hand after a few seconds.

The miserable cry resounded through the night sky.

Harry, the Saint Potter, couldn't bear to close his eyes.

But after a while, he didn't hear the silent sound of something falling into the water.

Instead, Voldemort's voice sounded again.

"Idiot, where did you throw your hand?"

Voldemort's state at the moment was very strange.

Although the sound can be transmitted, but can not see everything around.

He only knew that the flesh of the servants that should have fallen into the crucible did not.

His growing body suddenly stopped.

"Lord, master, I really cut off my hand!" Peter Pettigrew said palely.

He watched helplessly as his hand fell into the cauldron, but why didn't the spell work.

Behind a tombstone not far away.

Lucas struggled to control his expression.

At the beginning, he left two spells in the place of the crucible.

One section is used to turn off the flame.

The other paragraph is composed of two sentences of technical formula.

[When a crucible appears nearby, it will attach to the bottom of the crucible and activate another spell text. 】

[When the potion is blue, any object thrown into the crucible will be transferred to an unknown place. 】

These two strings of spell words are one-time, once they take effect, they will disappear immediately.

So Wormtail couldn't find the problem at all.

His right hand is destined to be cut in vain!

"Wormtail, quickly cut out a piece of your flesh, quickly!"

Disgust flashed in Peter Pettigrew's eyes, but he didn't have the courage to resist Voldemort's orders.

Standing by the cauldron, he cut off one of his ears in a heartless moment.

The potion in the crucible turned from blue to fiery red, and also emitted a strong light.

The blinding light forced Harry to turn his head and close his eyes.

That's when Peter Pettigrew gasped in pain.

He came to Harry and whispered: "The blood of the enemy, forced to sacrifice, can revive your enemy!"

Harry began to struggle.

But the rope on the body was tied too tightly.

He could only watch helplessly as the long and thin dagger cut a hole in the skin of his arm.

Peter Pettigrew took out a glass bottle and carefully picked up some blood.

He returned to the cauldron again and poured the blood from the bottle into it.

The fiery red liquid 300 turned into dazzling white.

Peter Pettigrew's mission is now complete.

He came to the cauldron and knelt down, sobbing with his forehead on the ground.

The crucible completely boiled, and dazzling sparks splashed from the crucible to the surroundings.

Soon the sparks were extinguished, and the seething cauldron fell silent.

A large amount of white mist rises from the pot.

A black figure stood up from the crucible along with the mist.

When Lucas saw the figure boiled in the crucible, the surprise in his eyes flashed away.

'What a powerful magic!

Just coming out of the cauldron, Voldemort's magic power was almost the same as Lucas's now.

If it's been recuperating for a period of time, it shouldn't be a problem to return to the quasi-legendary peak.

Harry's terrified figure.

A familiar pain came, as if someone was roasting his forehead with a fire.

"Voldemort?"

Harry whispered the other person's name softly.

But at this moment Voldemort had no time to talk to him.

"Give me the robe, Wormtail!"

Peter Pettigrew tremblingly came to Voldemort's side, and put the black robe in his hand on him.

Accompanying Voldemort out of the cauldron.

His appearance at this time was also seen clearly by everyone.

I saw that Voldemort's skin was pale and bloodless, and his pair of red eyes were particularly frightening.

He has no nose, but a snake-like nose with two slits.

This is exactly the famous Voldemort - no nose socket fine version!

"Ah!" Voldemort stroked his cheeks with both hands.

There was an intoxicated look on his face.

"What a long-lost feeling!"

In places that Voldemort didn't notice, countless magic cameras started to work.

He touched his head with both hands just now, with an intoxicated look on his face, he must be widely welcomed by readers.

"Wormtail, get me my wand!"

The white wand was held in front of Voldemort.

Take the wand.

Voldemort grabbed Peter Pettigrew's left hand.

When the wand comes into contact with the Dark Mark.

Immediately, the same Dark Mark appeared in the sky.

Lucius, who was far away in Wiltshire, felt the heat from his left arm and reacted immediately.

"Walk!"

As soon as the voice fell, Lucius Malfoy led the crowd to apparate and rushed to Little Hangleton!.