The Admiral of Hogwarts

"Master, I have delivered Harry Potter into your hands." Barty Crouch Jr. said in a tone mixed with humility and fanaticism, bending his back so hard he looked like a shrimp.

Looking at the expression on his face, one could tell that if Voldemort were standing there instead of being held, he would have rushed forward without hesitation to kiss Voldemort's feet.

"Very good. You will receive a reward beyond your imagination, a reward greater than that of all my servants." The snake-faced infant hissed, sounding just like a snake. "Take me over there, let me see our guest."

Barty Crouch Jr. took the infant Voldemort without hesitation. Just then, a gust of wind blew, knocking off the small wizard's hood and revealing a wretched face.

Whether it was the power of fate or not, Peter indeed reunited with Voldemort after successfully escaping. Even though Voldemort, after being attacked by Hugo and the others, wasn't in Albania as in the original story, they still gathered together.

And after they gathered together, Peter, with nowhere else to escape, reaffirmed his loyalty to his old master the moment he confirmed Voldemort's presence.

The bundle containing Voldemort was held up by Barty Crouch Jr. in front of Harry, and then a hissing sound came from inside the bundle.

"What a wonderful prey this is. We've been preparing for him for more than half a year. Fortunately, we timed our raid well and unexpectedly captured the target smoothly," Voldemort said with emotion.

Suddenly, Voldemort's voice turned cold: "Now, what are you still waiting for here?"

Upon hearing this, Peter quickly scurried away, and soon pushed out a small cart from behind a small mound. On it were five or six cauldrons, seemingly filled to the brim. When moved, the sound of liquid splashing inside could be heard.

After pushing the small cart to the side of the large cauldron, Wormtail used his wand to tap and draw on the bottom of the stone cauldron. Suddenly, crackling flames sprang up under the cauldron.

Seeing the flames emerge from the bottom of the pot, Peter immediately took out the small pots one by one from the small cart and poured the potions from the small pots into the large pot in order. Barty Crouch Jr., on the other hand, cast spells on the potions according to Voldemort's instructions.

Soon, all the potions from the small pots were poured into the large pot. These expensive potions mixed together in the large pot and, after being boiled, became as clear and transparent as water.

In just a few minutes, this rare and expensive potion was quickly brought to a boil with the help of the flames. Its surface jumped wildly, even occasionally splashing out sparks, as if it were burning.

"Very good." Voldemort nodded with satisfaction. If this pot of potion were ruined, even Voldemort himself would need at least three months to make another pot, not to mention the time spent collecting the ingredients beforehand.

As the potion in the pot simmered, the surrounding steam became thicker and thicker, and even Wormtail's figure, tending to the flames, became blurred. That sharp, cold voice came again from the mist.

"Now, quickly."

With a solemn expression, Barty Crouch Jr. carefully unwrapped the swaddling clothes in his hands like a sacred object, revealing a monster with dark red skin, without a single hair, deformed limbs, and a flat snake face with red eyes.

However, Barty Crouch Jr. did not show a trace of disgust. He gently held the monster as if he were holding the most precious treasure in the world, then lifted the creature up and steadily placed it into the boiling and sparking cauldron.

Voldemort's resurrection show is about to begin.

To be precise, this is not resurrection. Resurrection does not exist in this Harry Potter world. Only those high-magic worlds can possibly give birth to this completely heaven-defying skill.

What Voldemort is doing now is not so much resurrection as it is re-creating a physical body for his weak and fragmented soul. After all, Voldemort, who made Horcruxes, did not die, so naturally, he cannot be resurrected.

The two Voldemort lackeys present showed a look of surprise, because even the acknowledged greatest white wizard, Dumbledore, had no way to resurrect the dead, and even felt regret and guilt for a lifetime for the death of his sister.

Under such circumstances, the scene of Voldemort's resurrection from the dead naturally made these two Death Eaters incomparably worshipful. For example, at this time, Peter was already so excited that he could hardly stand still.

However, Barty Crouch Jr., who was in charge of the ritual, was much more reliable than the original Peter—at least his hand didn't shake when he picked up a ceramic jar from the ground next to him. He tapped the mouth of the jar with his wand, "Father's bone, unknowingly donated, will make your son reborn!"

It seems that Voldemort dug up his father's grave, but this will not bring him any psychological pressure. Compared to killing his father's family with his own hands, digging a grave is really nothing.

As he chanted, a small wisp of dust flew out of the jar and gently fell into the cauldron. The diamond-like surface of the liquid cracked, hissed, and sparked, and the liquid turned into a bright blue, giving people the feeling that this liquid was definitely highly poisonous.

After using it, Barty Crouch Jr. carefully put the jar away. Of course, this was not out of respect for Voldemort's Muggle father, but because this ingredient of the potion, Father's Bone, was limited.

In case Voldemort needs to do this again next time, this thing can be used again. Anyway, not much bone ash is used for one potion, and the amount left in the jar is estimated to be enough for Voldemort to use ten or eight times more.

After checking that this step was correct, Barty Crouch Jr. rolled up his sleeves without hesitation and stretched his hand above the cauldron. Then he said in a firm tone, "Servant's flesh, voluntarily donated, will make your master reborn!"

Then, with the other hand, he pulled out a dagger from his leg and slashed down fiercely, and a lot of blood gushed out from the break. But Barty Crouch Jr.'s face did not show the slightest pain, but rather a martyr's ecstasy as he watched his arm fall into the pot.

The blue potion turned fiery red, and at the same time emitted a strong light outward. Peter Pettigrew's mind had been completely conquered by this scene. He knelt down in front of the pot, muttering something in his mouth.

Barty Crouch Jr. first sealed the wound on his arm with a spell, then he took the dagger and the crystal bottle and approached Harry. Just as he walked in front of Harry and was about to strike, he suddenly heard Peter's exclamation.

The exclamation was so loud that Barty Crouch Jr., who was holding the knife and the crystal bottle, shook his hand directly, almost cutting a slit on his own hand.

It turned out that at this time a meteor appeared in the sky, and then fell towards their location with an indomitable momentum, even with a sound like thunder.

"Shut up!" Looking at Peter, who stood up and exclaimed like a groundhog, Barty Crouch Jr.'s face showed an angry expression. Then he raised the knife and slashed at Harry's arm.

"Blood—blood of the enemy… forcibly given… will make your enemy… reborn." Barty Crouch Jr. said in a fanatical tone.

Harry struggled desperately, but he was tied too tightly. So he could only watch helplessly as the tip of the dagger pierced into his arm, and blood flowed down along the torn sleeve and into the crystal bottle.

At this moment, the meteor fell into the sea less than 50 meters away from them, making a huge roar. At the same time, a burst of hot water vapor spewed out, wrapping the entire scene in a cloud of mist.

Barty Crouch Jr. did not panic at this time, but quickly walked to the cauldron with the bottle in his hand, and then poured the blood from the bottle into it.

As Harry's blood flowed into the pot, the flickering flame immediately lit up, the cauldron was about to boil, and diamond-like sparks splashed around, bright and dazzling, making everything around it turn into a black velvet color.

Seeing this scene, Barty Crouch Jr.'s eyes showed an excited light, but at that moment, a silver-white light rushed out of the fog and shot towards the cauldron.