The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

In a world without color, Crouch's body is filled with black and gray surging and majestic magic power. The sticky blood and greasy muscles are entangled with the magic power, and stick to the bones.

The stench of Ruoyouruowu's rotting limbs filled the air, and Crouch's skin looked even paler under the firelight. Loren saw his body swaying, and the magic power in his body quickly condensed toward his chest.

The flesh and blood seemed to be being pulled away, and the four limbs quickly withered and shriveled, leaving only a layer of withered skin covering the bones, which was even more twisted than a house elf.

The skin on that face began to collapse, and the muscles that had lost elasticity could no longer support the organs. The lips, nose, and ears on Crouch's face collapsed and hung precariously on the skull.

However, his chest quickly filled up, and his heart hit his ribs forcefully, making a dull sound. Under Bellatrix's admiring gaze, the tattered clothes were pushed aside by a slender limb, revealing the body emerging from the chest. monster.

As soon as he saw the monster, a knife-like pain emerged from the scar on Harry's forehead. It was as if two cranes were hanging the hook on the scar and dragging it in two directions. The strong and sharp pain almost lifted Harry's skull. open.

What a monster that is.

A slimy, ugly mass of flesh with very tender flesh color and four weird limbs, thin and soft, like a curled-up baby; and like a deformed snake, with dark pink skin wrinkled together, as if it had long hair. The scales have a flat snake face with a pair of vertical pupils glowing scarlet eyes.

Because of its appearance, the dim moonlight was tainted with a hint of enchantment.

Loren looked up at Crouch's chest. He still remembered the ghost state of Voldemort he had seen in the dormitory a few years ago. At that time, Voldemort was between the physical and incorporeal bodies, between life and death, and possessed weak magic power. , can only simply possess and pass through walls.

The ghost of Voldemort is bound to the human world because of the Horcrux, but it is also involved in the curtain of death and cannot integrate into the normal world.

Now this monster body is also the embodiment of the ghost, but compared to the loose gray mist, the flesh and blood of the entity contains vigorous vitality and can heal the soul better. If he read correctly, this snake-baby monster absorbed Crouch's magic power and life, and also added unicorn blood into its body...

If his original state was a balanced scale, one end was the fetters of life represented by the Horcrux, and the other end was the irreversible call of the world of death. The addition of many of his vitality-rich materials broke the balance between life and death.

Now, he has to build a suitable body for himself.

Crouch's dilapidated body had completed its mission and fell backwards helplessly. The monster fell into the crucible with a splash, and the splash of water fell into the woodpile, instantly evaporating into water vapor and making a hissing sound.

Bellatrix watched this scene with reverence, took a deep breath, raised her wand, closed her eyes devoutly, and said to the night sky in a voice trembling with excitement:

"Father's bones, accidentally donated, can regenerate your son!"

"Click..."

The grave with the name "Tom Riddle" cracked open, and a small plume of dust rose from the ground where the body was buried. It rose into the air, and the ashes were summoned to fall gently into the crucible.

"Hiss..."

In an instant, water splashed everywhere, and the diamond-like silvery liquid surface suddenly turned into a bright blue.

A few sporadic drops of liquid splashed on Crouch's body under the crucible. The withered skin only touched a little, and it suddenly became bloody and bloody, with a few wisps of dark mist rising up.

With a crazy smile on her face, Bellatrix rolled up the sleeve of her left hand. From the exposed white arm, it could be vaguely seen that she was once a beautiful woman. He pulled out a dagger with a cold light from his cloak in his right hand, and his voice trembled even more:

“The flesh of your servant, a voluntary donation, may restore the life of your master.”

Bellatrix swung the dagger with a fierce expression, and the thin metal blade penetrated the flesh. When the blood splashed out of the blood vessels, it made the sound of the night wind passing through the corridor, and then she let out a suppressed and restrained cry of pain.

With a plop, the arm fell into the crucible.

The potion turned fiery red, shining brighter than the fire.

Bellatrix took a few deep breaths greedily and came to Harry with painful gasps. The smile on her face became even more ferocious and twisted as she endured the pain:

"The blood of your enemies, forced to donate, can resurrect your enemies!"

The one-armed silver dagger was pressed against Harry's arm, denting the skin a little bit, and it was easily pierced at a certain moment. The blood of both of them flowed down the sleeves and robes, dripping down. The firelight and moonlight reflected on the stone sculptures and grass, and the scarlet color revealed something strange.

Harry struggled for a few times, his eyes gradually became indifferent, and he watched coldly as she took out a small glass bottle from her pocket with trembling hands, placed it on the wound and collected a small amount of blood.

When the blood was poured into the crucible, the liquid inside immediately turned a dazzling milky white color. Diamond-like fragments of light splashed out. It was hard to tell whether it was water splash or sparks. It was so bright and dazzling that everything around it turned into a color like black velvet.

Loren carefully observed the ritual process, suppressing the tension and uneasiness in his heart, and then memorized the materials and spells he could guess in his heart.

He looked up at the narrow moon hook, wondering whether the celestial phenomena would have an impact on the ritual, and whether there would be any difference in casting spells under a full moon or a missing moon...

The whole ceremony seemed to be brewing a magic potion, or a profound spell. The three sacrifices were both materials and parameters. Relatives, servants, and enemies corresponded to the bones, skin, flesh, and blood to construct an exclusive physical body.

Finally, the ghost of Voldemort is added, and the resurrection ceremony is complete.

"Crack..."

The flame burned more and more fiercely, and a stream of white water vapor rose from the crucible, turning into a thick white mist, a vast expanse of white, through the endless fuzzy exhalation, a bright yellow flame The firewood from under the crucible jumped up, engulfing the entire crucible in flames.

The strange mixture in the white mist surged and boiled, and the liquid showed a mixture of pale and pink colors, as if some kind of immature flesh and bones had been stirred into slurry, with filamentous blood vessels condensing in the slurry.

After an unknown amount of time, the mixture turned into a vague human form. A black figure of a man walked out of the thick fog. He was tall but thin, like a skeleton, and his whole body was pale. It still has a snake-like face, with two vertical pupils in the eye sockets, and only two slit-like air holes where the nose should be.

Unknowingly, all the thick white mist turned into pure black mist, which fell on the man's shoulders in strands, turning into a spacious black robe.

Harry had only one thought in his mind:

Voldemort was resurrected.