Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Today is a good day!

Everyone in Gryffindor Tower was celebrating and reveling, except Harry.

Harry, who had just drank a lot of mead, lay down on the sofa and took a nap for a while, but as soon as he got up, his scar started to burn and hurt.

For a moment, it reached the level of a splitting headache.

Then the screen in front of him turned, and Snape's gloomy, expressionless old face appeared in his field of vision.

A few students on the side carefully avoided Snape, but not many people in this noisy lounge took Snape's appearance seriously - after all, this is the Gryffindor lounge, and the little lions might buy it. Professor Sprout's account, maybe listen to Professor Flitwick's words, but it really doesn't necessarily give him Snape any face...

"wait…"

Just as Harry was about to say something, he saw Snape's big hand grabbing his collar and dragging him towards the outside.

"Come with me, don't talk too much." Snape said grimly.

"Sorry, professor, my head hurts a little... hiss..." Harry stroked the scar on his forehead and gasped in pain.

"It hurts...that's right." With a stinking face, Snape dragged Harry into his potion storage room. With a wave of his wand, several vines bound Harry to a chair.

"Please, can you tell me what happened?" Harry looked anxiously at Snape who pulled out his knife with a terrified expression.

"The Dark Lord is about to be resurrected and needs your blood..." Snape said succinctly.

Harry frowned and thought about Snape's words, his slightly drunken head couldn't quite understand Snape's meaning: "emmm... Iger?"

Go Nima's Egg...

"Wait..." Harry suddenly realized something, looked up at Snape, his mind was shaken for a moment.

Iger told him that Snape would never hurt him anyway.

But Snape was a Death Eater.

And Voldemort wanted to kill himself.

emmm...

Should he resolve the hatred,

Let me and Voldemort hold hands and make up, okay?

No, it's not possible...

"Wait, you said the mysterious man... hiss..." Harry's scar was burning with pain, and the drunkenness on his body disappeared with the burst of pain: "No! What are you going to do? You don't want to come here... ah…"

Snape approached Harry with a knife, looked at Harry's face and grinned ferociously, as if thinking of something, Snape hesitated, thought for a while, and cut Harry's arm with the knife. one knife.

For just a moment, Harry felt as if his soul and body had been sent into the meat grinder, and the burning pain from the scar on his forehead made Harry almost faint.

Two seconds later, Snape looked at Harry rolling his eyes in pain in the chair and sneered.

Even though he was nice to Harry, it didn't stop him from hating Harry.

The two are not in conflict...

"That's a lot of drama..." Snape snorted, put the blood into a small vial, turned and left.

Harry leaned back on the chair with a dry mouth, stared straight at Snape's leaving back, took a deep breath, and suddenly opened the palms tied behind the chair.

With a whoosh, a slender wand jumped out of Harry's robes and fell into his hand.

"Li Song Jin Xie..." With a slight shake of the wand in his hand, the vines tied to his body scattered in all directions.

Taking a deep breath, resisting the pain on his forehead, Harry stumbled and rushed towards the principal's office.

"You didn't bring Harry?" Iger looked at Snape curiously.

"He'll follow." Snape said casually.

"Okay, let's get started..." Iger shrugged.

Dumbledore nodded, and took out a flickering oil lamp from his robes.

"Ah... Let me see, you are finally going to revive me, aren't you?" Voldemort's weak voice sounded from inside the soul-gathering lamp. At this moment, he has no strength to refuse, so he is naturally happy to hear about this kind of thing.

"Shut up, you talk a lot..." Iger took the soul lamp, opened the lid, and poured the ghost in the lamp into the crucible.

Snape walked to the huge cauldron with big strides, took out his wand and flicked it lightly: "Father's bone, accidentally donated, can make your son regenerate!"

With a plop, the small fragment of leg bone on the table fell into the dry pot under Snape's control.

The potion, which was originally crystal clear like diamonds, burst at this moment, the cauldron hissed and sparks flew, and the potion in the crucible also turned into a conspicuous blue at this moment—just like Booth The same color as Patton's school uniform.

"Servant's flesh...voluntary offering...will make your master—regenerate!"

Iger walked up to Professor McGonagall, and slapped the drowsy little Barty with a loud and clear slap.

The little Batip sat up straight from the chair in a daze, and looked at Iger in front of him with a horrified expression.

"Are you willing to sacrifice your body to resurrect your master?" Iger pointed to the crucible behind him.

Little Barty stared at the crucible behind Iger, and then laughed viciously: "Resurrection? Of course I am willing, haha... When my master is resurrected, don't you think you can survive?"

"Don't play so much!" Iger swiped casually, and with a snort, little Barty's left arm fell into the cauldron, stopped the bleeding and knocked little Barty unconscious, and Iger stuffed it into the box again—— In case the resurrection fails, it can be used again next time...

Immediately afterwards, Snape took out the small bottle, and in an instant, everyone in the room sat up straight, watching the movements of Snape's hands in rapt attention.

"The blood of your enemy, forced to sacrifice, can revive your enemy..." Snape poured the potion into the cauldron.

The bright red blood fell into the cauldron. At the same time, Harry, who was stumbling towards the principal's office in the distance, staggered suddenly and fell down in the corridor.

It was not only Harry who made the move at this moment, but also Iger, who was waiting to see through him - he was holding a big pig bone in his hand!

Fearing that the resurrection plan would die halfway, Iger did not throw it into the pot recklessly just now.

But now, at the same time that Harry's blood fell into the pot, Iger threw out the big pig bone in his hand, along with some messy animal bones and blood...

At the same time, a piece of white mist that had just risen above the crucible suddenly boiled violently after Iger threw the pair of messy things, and the originally pale mist also became chaotic in color.

The mess looked filthy.

Then, a man's figure slowly rose from the cauldron—he was tall and thin, but with a pig's nose.

No, he not only has a pig's nose, he also has chicken feathers and a cow's tail. Basically, the dishes that students often eat have their shadows on him...

The only characteristic that Iger can find before is... that strong-looking bald head.

Voldemort is back...

"I can probably imagine the despicable Haierbo's mood when he created the basilisk. It's really a sense of accomplishment..." Iger grinned softly, and the Slytherin on the wall next to him rolled his eyes.

Are you sure it's a sense of accomplishment and not some bad taste or something?

"No!!!!"

As soon as he was resurrected, Voldemort's hysterical screams suddenly sounded in the principal's room...