Rebirth of the Harry Potter

At the door, Frank, who overheard all this, looked terrified. His own hand holding the crutch was soaked with sweat unconsciously.

The invisible man with a cold voice killed a woman! But when he discussed this matter, his tone was light and light, as if he had trampled an ant to death, and he didn't take it seriously.

He is a murderer without batting an eyelid.

And what else is he going to do - a weak and innocent child named Harry Potter has been targeted by him, and he is going to kill that child... The situation is very urgent.

Frank knew what he had to do. Although the distrust of the police made him determined not to deal with the police again, but at this time, he had to find the police.

Suddenly, there was a "hush" in a cold voice.

The room fell silent, and the voices of the two men inside could no longer be heard.

There is only the slight sound of matches "cracking".

Frank's heart tightened, and he was about to retreat secretly.

But when he turned around, he froze there in fright.

In the dark corridor, a giant snake with colorful patterns, at least four meters long, was protruding from the roof and hanging down, blocking the middle of the road, and slowly sliding down.

The giant snake stared at Frank, spit out a snake letter, and made a "hissing" sound. Frank stared in horror at the meandering giant snake, slowly getting closer and closer to him.

What should he do now? To retreat into the room where the two men were plotting a murder? They will definitely be killed by them.

But if he stayed here, the giant snake would definitely bite him to death.

The snake had crawled up to Frank.

What Frank wanted most now was to go back to bed with a hot water bottle in his arms. The problem was that his legs seemed unwilling to move. He stood there, shivering all over, trying to control himself.

At this time, the cold voice sounded again in the room: "Harris, we have guests. There is an old Muggle standing in front of the door now."

There were footsteps coming from inside, Frank had no chance to hide, and the door was opened all of a sudden.

Under the faint light,

Frank saw the appearance of this man named Harris.

There are hideous scars on his face, which are terrifying and frightening. It's hard to think that the timid voice came from him.

"Please come in, Harris, why are you not polite." said the cold voice.

Frank limped across the threshold, clutching his cane in spite of his trembling.

The fire was the only source of light in the room, and it cast long, cobweb-like shadows on the walls.

There was an old armchair in front of the fireplace, its back turned to him, and the cold voice came from behind, but Frank couldn't see the speaker.

And the giant snake had already crawled over it just now, and was entrenched on the tattered carpet in front of the fireplace.

The snake straightened up, taller than the armchair next to it.

The giant snake stared at Frank covetously.

Frank entered the room, suddenly emboldened.

Because he knew how dangerous his current situation was, if he acted cowardly again, there would be absolutely no way out.

He said loudly: "I tell you, I have heard all the evil plans you have discussed. My wife knows that I have come here. If I don't go back, she will go to the police. But if you let me go, I will die. No, at least it will be noon tomorrow before going to the Greater Hangleton Police Station..."

"Hehe..." The cold voice smiled lowly, full of sarcasm: "Harris, look at how ridiculous this Muggle is, trying to deceive the great Lord Voldemort..."

Frank swung his cane, and said angrily, "What kind of shit, Lord Voldemort, you don't even dare to face me, is that what you call an adult?"

There was an oppressive silence.

"Hehe...haha..." A strange wind suddenly blew up in the room, and the flames in the fireplace swayed to and fro.

That cold voice seemed extremely angry: "Interesting, then let me... Do it yourself... Harris, turn my chair around!"

The servant named Harris, he groaned, scowling, as if the last thing he wanted to do was approach his master.

"Harris! It seems that you have forgotten the pain caused by the Dark Mark in your hand!"

Harris seemed to recall the most painful events.

He walked over with a contorted face and began to turn the armchair.

The chair turned and Frank saw what was actually sitting on it.

It seemed to be a pool of carrion, the melting candle demon, and it could be vaguely distinguished as a human figure. His face was extremely terrifying, as if it had been fried in a frying pan, with a pair of cold eyes in the gap between two rotten flesh.

The crutch in Frank's hand fell to the ground with a "click". He opened his mouth wide, feeling something churning in his stomach, and wanted to vomit it out.

...

Voldemort was irritable.

His soul had escaped from Gringotts, met one of his former followers, and through the Dark Mark, the Death Eaters could not stand against him at all.

So Harris, the unlucky Death Eater, had to protect Voldemort.

If it was more than ten years ago, Harris would be so excited that he could not sleep for three days and three nights if he was so close to the great Dark Lord.

Now, he knew exactly how much Harris disliked him.

But now, an old Muggle who was about to go to his grave dared to look at him like that.

Disgusting, disgusting, seems to have seen the most disgusting thing in the world.

This gaze deeply hurt Voldemort's fragile glass heart.

He growled, "Damn it! You're a mere Muggle to be so disrespectful!"

Voldemort raised his wand, pointed at the old Frank, and said the Unforgivable Curse.

"Whoosh."

Under Frank's horrified gaze, a green light flew towards him.

The next moment, Frank was about to collapse.

Time seemed to slow down.

Voldemort's cruel smile, the fear on Frank's face, the anxiety and fear on Harris' face...

Green light flew to Frank's forehead.

A white and tender hand suddenly stretched out from the side and stopped in front of Frank.

There was no trace of abruptness, it seemed that the hand was already in that position, and it was the green light who took the initiative to move towards the palm.

Just like that, the Avada Kedavra was blocked by that hand, and the palm was clenched.

At some point, there was a boy standing beside Frank, a boy with a gentle smile, and he was the owner of the palm.

"What!" exclaimed Voldemort and Harris.

They couldn't believe their eyes, the Avada Kedavra was blocked by someone!

Their expressions are hilarious now.

Only then did he notice this sudden arrival.

"Harry Potter!" Voldemort yelled, how could he not know him.

After his resurrection, the first thing he did was to collect information about Harry Potter.

He was at a loss for a moment, what is going on?

Harry Potter, how could he have such powerful magic power?

Harris frantically went to get the wand, which almost fell out of his hand.

Harry snapped his fingers at Harris.

A bright red light penetrated Harris' head.

Harris fell to the ground, and at the last moment when his eyes dimmed, Harris only had endless regrets in his heart.

"How stupid was I when I was young to follow Voldemort? Is being a Death Eater that attractive?"

"And when Voldemort fell, why didn't I stand up and join Dumbledore? Just like Lucius and Snape. I still have a little luck in my heart. I look forward to Voldemort's comeback."

"At this point, I really have to blame myself, ahaha..."

Harris, pawn!

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