Hogwarts: This wizard wants to improve too much

"Petrify!"

Just when Peter had just blocked Harry's mouth, a gray-white spell came from behind.

However, Peter was cautious by nature. Although he did not attack Ron, he still took precautions.

A blue barrier easily blocked the gray-white spell, and a repulsive spell was used to knock Ron to the ground.

The gap between the two was too big.

"Peter, what are you going to do?"

Ron, who fell to the ground, could not help but shout.

Although he was jealous of this and that, and wanted to be in the limelight, he really did not want to get involved with Peter, nor did he want Harry's life, and he did not want to join the Death Eaters.

Several of his uncles died at the hands of the Death Eaters. Once his mother knew about this, the result was imaginable. It was not impossible for him to be kicked out of the Weasley family.

Even the fact that he let Peter go, he didn't dare to tell his family, mainly because few people knew about it, and no one would know if he didn't say it.

But now if Harry gets into trouble, these things will most likely be revealed, and Ron doesn't even dare to think about the consequences.

Faced with Ron's roar, Peter didn't want to say a word. Originally, his boss Voldemort was in his arms, and he had a lot of opinions about not killing Ron just now, and he didn't know how he would torture him later. How could he dare to argue with Ron now.

Immediately, a tongue-locking choke was thrown up, and then Ron was tied up just like Harry.

After doing this, Peter ignored the two of them, put the package in his arms gently on the ground, and began to work on Voldemort's resurrection.

Having his mouth blocked, Harry couldn't understand the development of the scene. Which side was Ron on?

It was he who released Peter in the beginning, and now he came to this hellhole with me. Logically, Ron is the most likely suspect of harming me.

Perhaps he was the one who teamed up with Peter to get Peter to come to Hogwarts and throw the parchment with his name on it into the Goblet of Fire, which led to me being chosen and setting up all this.

But Ron's behavior just now didn't seem like the culprit!

Just when Harry was racking his brains to think about whether there was a problem, a sound from the side attracted his attention.

It turned out that Peter was pushing a stone crucible to his side. The crucible seemed to be full of water. When he pushed it just now, Harry heard the sound of splashing.

And this crucible is bigger than all the crucibles Harry has used before, so it's no problem even to sit in it and take a bath.

At the same time, the things in the bag that Peter had just put on the ground also became active, as if they were trying to break free.

Seeing this, Peter did not dare to neglect it and was busy using his wand to touch the bottom of the crucible. Suddenly, crackling flames jumped out from under the crucible.

Harry and Ron could only humHe watched all this helplessly.

Not long after, the liquid in the crucible began to boil and sparks burst out, as if it was burning.

The steam became thicker and thicker, and the figure of Peter who was watching the flame became blurred.

In the huge stone crucible, the entire surface of the water was flashing with sparks, as if it was covered with diamonds

Seeing this scene, the bundle moved more hurriedly.

Harry heard the sharp and cold voice again.

"Quick!"

Quick what?

Harry looked at this scene in a daze, what was he going to do?

When he said he was going to kill someone at the beginning, why didn't Peter take action?

"It's done, master."

Peter didn't dare to neglect it and replied quickly.

"Now..."

The cold voice said.

Master! I didn't notice it just now, but now I think about who is the master of Peter, the Death Eater. If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't make a sound in my throat, Harry would have screamed.

Voldemort, who else is the master of the Death Eaters besides Voldemort?

Peter, who betrayed his parents, and Voldemort, who killed his parents, are all here now.

But I can't do anything.

No, I can't even save my life.

Although Voldemort can't hurt me because of the spell that my mother cast on me, Peter can.

Just when Harry thought Peter would do something to him, he passed by him and came to the package, that is, his master Voldemort.

As Peter pulled away the coat wrapped around him, Harry finally saw the true face of Voldemort, disgusting, so disgusting that he didn't know how to describe it.

It looked like a curled-up baby, hairless, with scales on its body, dark and red skin, like injured tender flesh, thin and soft arms and legs, and a flat snake face with no nose, only two holes with a pair of sparkling red eyes.

But if you look closely, it really looks a bit like the Voldemort that I saw in the Chamber of Secrets.

And Voldemort now looked completely incapable of taking care of himself. He raised his thin arms and hugged Peter's neck.

But Peter's next move made Harry a little confused, and then he was excited.

He put Voldemort into the boiling crucible, and with a hiss, Voldemort sank.

Harry heard the sound of its soft body hitting the bottom of the crucible.

Now, Harry had only one idea, to drown it and scald him.

Although he didn't know why Peter did this, Harry hoped so.

But at this moment, Peter took action again, his voice trembling, as if he was frightened and out of his mind.

He raised his wand, closed his eyes, and said to the night sky: "Father's bones, accidentally donated, can make your son reborn"

The grave under his feet suddenly cracked open, and Harry was horrified to see a small handful of bones rise into the air in response to Peter's call and gently fall into the crucible.

The diamond-like liquid surface broke, hissing, sparks flew, and the liquid turned a bright blue.

After doing this, Peter was seen pulling out a long, thin, silver-shining dagger from his cloak.

His voice suddenly turned into a sob of extreme fear: "The flesh of a servant-will-be voluntarily donated to bring-your master-back to life."

He stretched out his right hand, the hand with a missing finger, and then grasped the dagger tightly with his left hand and swung it towards his right hand.

As the severed hand fell into the crucible, the potion turned fiery red.

At the same time, based on Peter's two sentences, Harry came to a surprising conclusion that he wanted to resurrect Voldemort.

Look at the previous one, it's either regeneration or rebirth.

Having read many records in the past and knowing the horror of dark magic, Harry had realized that it might be his turn to be sacrificed in the end.

Thinking of this, Harry began to struggle violently. He would rather die than be a sacrifice to revive Voldemort.

Just then, Peter had walked in front of him, his face full of pain.

Raised the gleaming silver dagger.

"The blood of the enemy... forced to give... can revive your enemy...."

Harry had no way to stop it at all. He was tied too tightly and it was useless to struggle.

He could only watch Peter tremblingly holding the silver dagger and reaching it towards him. The sharp tip of the dagger pierced his arm, and blood flowed down the torn sleeve of his robe.

Peter, who was holding back the pain, shivered and took out a small glass bottle from his pocket and placed it next to Harry's wound. A small amount of blood flowed into the bottle.

Isn't it a sacrifice?

But Peter didn't care about Harry's idea at all. He took his blood and staggered to the crucible and poured it in.

The liquid in the crucible immediately turned a dazzling white.

After completing the task, Peter knelt beside the crucible, his body tilted, and he collapsed on the ground, holding his bleeding broken arm and gasping and sobbing.

He didn't know how Voldemort would treat him later. (To read the violent novel, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

Is what he did really right?

But there is no turning back.

And Harry stared at the huge stone crucible with his eyes wide open without blinking, praying in his heart, hoping that Voldemort had drowned, must fail, and must not succeed.

Just as Harry was praying, the crucible was about to boil, and diamond-like sparks flew out in all directions, so bright and dazzling that everything around turned into the color of black velvet.

Suddenly, the sparks on the crucible went out, and a white vapor rose from the crucible, covering everything in front of him.

Harry could only see a vast expanse of white water vapor, and his heart was filled with anxiety.The throat was raised, and the constant shouting in the heart would definitely not work... It's drowned... Please... Please let it die!

But Harry's prayer was doomed to fail, because he saw a man slowly rising from the huge crucible, a black figure, tall and thin, like a skeleton.

Voldemort is resurrected!

"Put on my robe."

After hearing this cold and sharp voice, Peter sobbed and groaned, still protecting his stump, and hurriedly grabbed the black robe wrapped in the bundle from the ground, stood up, and put it on his master's head with one hand.

After putting on the wizard robe, Voldemort began to check his body impatiently, chest, arms, face, and his red eyes brightened every time he touched a place.

This is the feeling, a real body, and more powerful than before.

The ugly and deformed face was now full of madness.

Balrog, I look forward to our next meeting. That day is not far away.

Then he took two steps forward and came to Harry. This was his last Horcrux! []

Harry saw the face that had often appeared in his nightmares for three years. It was paler than a skull, with two big red eyes, a flat nose like a snake's nose, and two slits for nostrils.

It was him, absolutely right, the same as what he saw three years ago.

After looking around Harry, Voldemort inserted his unusually long fingers into a deep pocket and pulled out a wand.

He also gently stroked the wand, then raised the wand and pointed it at Peter, picked him up from the ground, and threw him to the tombstone where Harry was tied.

Peter fell beside the tombstone, collapsed there and cried, and the robe wrapped around his broken arm was soaked with blood.

Voldemort turned his bright red eyes to Harry and let out a cold and sharp laugh.

"Master, Master...you promised...you promised..."

Peter looked at Voldemort with some fear and choked.

He had known for a long time that Voldemort was a psychopath, and he had just disobeyed his orders. Now he was afraid...

Peter didn't dare to think about it anymore. He just hoped that he could forgive himself this time because he had made great efforts in his resurrection...

"Yes, I promised you, but why don't you want to listen to me!"

Voldemort muttered to himself. If loyalty is not absolute, it is absolutely disloyal.

If he can disobey his orders once, he will do so many more times in the future.

Besides, what role does he have after he is resurrected?

The most important thing is that he is not prepared to let him go at all!

Whether it is Peter or the other two Death Eaters who witnessed his transaction with the Balrog last time.

As the strongest Dark Lord, how could he be coerced!

Is that right!

"Master, Master, please listen to me..."

Peter knelt down and kept saying,He wanted to kiss Voldemort's feet, he already knew Voldemort's plan...

"Avada Kedavra!"

A strong green light illuminated the dim cemetery, he looked at the scene in front of him with some horror.

Peter curled up on the ground, he was dead.

Peter, who had just resurrected Voldemort, was dead, was Voldemort crazy?

Who's next?

"Now it's your turn!"

After doing all this, Voldemort (of Mano) turned around and came to Ron.

Having witnessed his own resurrection, does he have the qualifications?

The guy in the way!

Raised his wand and pointed it in the direction of Ron.

In the terrified, helpless and hesitant expressions of Harry and Ron.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The bright green light once again filled the dim graveyard. Harry closed his eyes, not daring to look at it all.

It's his turn next!

No, Voldemort can't hurt him. Now that Peter is dead, then...

Thinking of this, Harry opened his eyes again.

The first thing he saw was Ron, who was drooping and tied up. His face had lost its luster, his eyes were gray, and his mouth was half open.

Turning around, he looked at Harry, who seemed to have mustered up his courage.

Voldemort laughed a little crazily:

"I know what you're thinking. The spell your mother left for you protected you and bounced my spell back to me, so I can't touch you."

"But now... hehe!"

Harry felt the cold fingertips of the slender pale fingers touching his skin, and suddenly his head hurt as if it was about to explode.

Voldemort chuckled in his ear and removed his fingers.

Then he raised his wand again.

"Crucio!"

Harry had never experienced such painful torture. He felt that all the bones in his body were burning. His head must have cracked along the scar. He hoped it would stop soon... He hoped he would faint... Die...

Although he couldn't kill Harry, it was necessary to torture him.

After casting the Cruciatus Curse twice again, looking at Harry who was limp on the tombstone, Voldemort raised his head, stared at the stars in the sky with his glowing red eyes and murmured:

"How many people have the courage to come back after feeling it?"

"How many people will be stupid enough not to come?".