The Death Knell

Pettigrew first got up and bowed to Voldemort, then carefully opened the bundle and revealed the contents.

Harry wanted to scream, but unfortunately the coal in his mouth was too big and too absorbent, and his mouth felt dry.

The Voldemort in the bag was now a slimy, ugly thing without eyes.

It looked a little like a curled-up baby, with its limbs clasped against its chest, but Harry had never seen anything less baby-like.

It has no hair, and its body is covered with fine scales. The dark red scales look like skinless flesh in the darkness of the night.

Its arms and legs were thin and soft, and even its face was a flat snake face with a pair of sparkling red eyes. It was the one that was looking at Harry before.

The thing looked completely incapable of taking care of itself. It just raised its thin arms and hugged the servant's neck.

Pettigrew held it on his shoulders, but the expression on his face was very strange, as if he was holding some treasure, but this treasure was just fished out of the cesspool.

There was a complex expression on Peter's face that was a mixture of greed, disgust, fear, and excitement. Harry had never thought that people could have so many, so messy expressions.

He held the little monster to the edge of the crucible. The boiling potion illuminated the monster's evil face. With a hissing sound, the baby, who was suspected of being Voldemort, sank. Harry even thought he heard the soft sound of its body hitting the bottom of the crucible. .

'Drown it, burn it, whatever it is. ’ Harry was thinking wildly.

The burning pain in his scar was almost unbearable, and the wand fell far away. He was so confused that he couldn't make any sound. He could only pray, whether it was God or Merlin, whoever could help.

Pettigrew circled the cauldron a few times and spoke in a trembling voice, as if he was insane with fear.

He raised his wand, closed his eyes, and said to the dark clouds in the night sky: "My father's bones, inadvertently donated, can bring your son back to life!"

The grave opened at Harry's feet, and he was horrified to see a small wisp of ashes rise into the air at the Death Eater's call and fall gently into the cauldron.

The crystal ball-like liquid surface in the crucible burst, and the green light changed color in an instant. The liquid first turned into bright red, then quickly turned into a strange blue, and gradually mixed into purple, which made people feel... A poisonous color.

Pettigrew whimpered, and he tremblingly pulled out a dagger from his cloak, his voice turning into a sob: "The flesh of the servant... was voluntarily donated to allow... the master... to be reborn. "

He stretched out his right hand with one finger missing, then held the dagger tightly with his left hand and swung it toward the crook of his elbow.

Only then did Harry realize what Wormtail was going to do. He quickly turned his head and closed his eyes, but he couldn't stop the scream that penetrated the night sky and penetrated into his mind.

He heard something fall into the water, a disgusting, sticky 'pop'.

The surrounding light changed again, flame-like light erupted from the crucible, and a beam of light hit the low-hanging dark clouds. Harry's eyelids could not block this strong light at all, and he could see with his eyes closed. To a bright red.

Pettigrew rolled several times on the ground, wailing in pain, but he did not dare to waste any time. Instead, he got up as quickly as possible and walked towards Harry with the dagger.

"Hate, the blood of your enemy! Forced to sacrifice! Resurrection of your enemy!"

It was impossible for Harry to resist, as he was completely tied to the tombstone.

He tried to break free, but except for his fingers and toes, he couldn't move any other parts.

He could only watch the traitor approaching step by step with his dagger raised.

But when the other party found a ready wound on the boy's leg, he did not stab him with a dagger. Instead, he took out a small glass bottle from his pocket and placed it next to Harry's thigh. A small amount of blood flowed into the bottle.

He turned back to the cauldron with Harry's blood and poured the red liquid into it.

A dazzling white light immediately erupted from the crucible, and then the white light began to gradually turn into black.

I don't know if he was crying with joy or something else. After completing the task, Pettigrew knelt down next to the crucible, holding his bleeding broken arm and crying.

The cauldron boiled, and black sparks flew everywhere. For the first time, Harry knew that darkness could be so dazzling, turning everything around him into a black velvet color.

Suddenly, the light on the crucible went out, just like a Muggle pressure cooker. With a bang, a stream of white steam suddenly rose from the crucible!

Harry could no longer see Wormtail and Voldemort. The sudden dimness after the bright light caused him to lose all sight.

However, after more than ten seconds, his eyes gradually got used to the dark environment. It may be that the heat and smoke dissipated a lot. Harry saw a pale figure standing in the extinguished crucible. He was tall and thin, like a man. With skeleton.

"Change my clothes."

The cold, shrill voice said in the pot.

Wormtail quickly wiped his face with his broken arm, and hurriedly grabbed the bundle from the ground with his good arm and unfolded it. It turned out to be a tattered black robe.

But he still held it like a national treasure, stood up on tiptoes, and put it on his master's shoulders.

The thin man stepped out of the crucible and stared at Harry with his snake-like eyes. The red light had faded, but they were still not the eyes that a human should have. Bloodshot eyes almost occupied all the whites of his eyes, except for the vertical pupil in the center, which was like a deep well.

Voldemort's face is paler than a skull, nose? There is no such organ at all, instead there are two tiny slits on the lips.

Lightning flashed again, heavy rain poured down, and his white bald head glowed with moisture.

Harry swallowed, knowing that his previous prayer had failed. Voldemort might have died a long time ago, but now he is resurrected!

The Dark Lord looked away from Harry and began to examine his body.

His hands were like big pale spiders, slowly crawling across his chest, shoulders, and face, and those snake eyes seemed brighter in the darkness.

As the examination continued, Voldemort's expression became ecstatic, and he paid no attention to Wormtail, who was lying on the ground bleeding and twitching, nor to the big snake.

The snake swam back out of nowhere, hissing and circling around Harry.

Voldemort dug around in his robes and pulled out a wand.

He stroked the wand again, as if recalling the rhythm of spellcasting in the past, then he raised the wand and pointed it at Wormtail, used the levitating spell to pick him up from the ground, and threw him next to the tombstone where Harry was tied. .

Pettigrew fell next to the tombstone and collapsed there crying: "Master, you promised... you promised me..."

"Extend your arms." Voldemort lowered his head and played with his wand absentmindedly, as if reminiscing about the joy of releasing magic for the first time after his resurrection.

"Oh, Master! I praise you, great Master!"

Pettigrew stretched out his broken arm that was still bleeding, wanting his master to help him restore his arm, but Voldemort sneered again:

"Not this hand, idiot!"

"Please, Master!"

However, Voldemort lost patience, and he bent down, took Wormtail's left arm, and pushed his sleeve up to his elbow.

Harry, who was tied up at the side, saw a tattoo on Pettigrew's left arm. It was a skull with a snake spitting out of its mouth, which was the Dark Mark that appeared in the Quidditch World Cup.

Voldemort looked at it carefully, his expression gradually became ecstatic, and he didn't know what he was remembering.

"I'm back, haha." The Dark Lord said to himself, looking up intoxicated and closing his eyes in the heavy rain: "People will notice it, it's time to start my wonderful plan."

After saying that, he pressed his pale index finger on the tattoo, and the black tattoo suddenly turned as bright red as a branding iron.

The pain on Harry's forehead started to hurt again, but Wormtail screamed one step earlier than the boy, and the scream was even more miserable.

After a few seconds, the Dark Lord took his fingers away from Wormtail's mark, and Harry saw that the mark tattoo had turned back to pitch black.

When Voldemort heard his men scream, he just showed a smug expression on his face, as if to show off his painful ability.

He straightened up and spread his arms to embrace the dark sky, scanning every tombstone in the cemetery.

"I'm very curious." After a moment, Voldemort touched the rainwater on his bald head, staring at Peter who was crying endlessly, as if asking him, but also asking himself: "If I send out the summons, how many people will there be? Will you come to see me? How many people will foolishly choose not to come?"

However, he never expected to get any answer, but laughed crazily a few times as he asked and answered himself.

Then he walked towards Harry slowly with an arrogant step as if he didn't recognize his relatives...