Chapter 1712: ? Flesh and Bones

Little dwarf got up first, then bowed to Voldemort, and then carefully pulled away the baggage to reveal the contents.
Harry wanted to exclaim, but the coal in his mouth was too big and too absorbent, and he only felt his mouth dry.
Voldemort in his bag is a slimy, ugly thing without eyes.
It looked a little like a curled up baby, with all four limbs on his chest, but Harry had never seen anything less like a baby.
It has no hair, and its body is full of fine scales, the dark red scales, which look like skinless flesh in the darkness of night.
Its arms and legs were thin and soft, and even its face was a flat snake face with a pair of shiny red eyes. It had been looking at Harry before.
The thing looked completely incapable of taking care of itself, it just raised a thin arm and wrapped it around the servant's neck.
Little Dwarf hugged it on his shoulders, but the expression on his face was strange, as if he was holding a baby, but this baby had just been fished out of a cesspit.
There was a complex expression on Peter's face mixed with greed, disgust, fear, and excitement. Harry had never imagined that there would be so many and so messy expressions on people.
Hugging the little monster to the edge of the cauldron, the boiling potion illuminates the monster’s evil face, and with a hissing sound, the suspected Voldemort’s baby sank, and Harry even felt he heard the light noise of its body touching the bottom of the cauldron. .
‘Drow it, burn it to death, no matter how you die. "Harry thought about it.
His scars burned almost unbearably, and his wand fell into the distance. He was confused but couldn't make any sound. He could only pray. Whether it was God or Merlin, anyone would help.
The little dwarf circled the cauldron a few times, his voice trembling, and he spoke as if frightened and confused.
He raised his wand, closed his eyes, and said to the dark clouds in the night sky: "Father's bones, donated unintentionally, can bring your son back to life!"
The tomb at Harry's feet cracked open, and he was horrified to see a small strand of ashes rising into the air at the call of the Death Eaters, and gently falling into the cauldron.
The crystal ball-like liquid surface in the crucible broke, and the green light instantly changed its color. The liquid first turned bright red, then quickly changed to weird blue, and gradually mixed into purple. The poisonous color.
The little dwarf sobbed. He tremblingly drew a dagger from his cloak, and his voice turned into a sob: "Servant...'s meat, donated by... voluntarily, let... master... rebirth. "
He stretched out his right hand with one missing finger, then tightly grasped the dagger with his left hand and swung it toward the elbow.
Harry realized what Wormtail was going to do, he hurriedly closed his eyes, but couldn't stop the scream that penetrated the night sky from piercing his head.
He heard something falling into the water, which was disgusting, with a sticky thump.
The surrounding light changed again, and a flame-like light was ejected from the cauldron. A beam of light hit the low-hanging dark cloud. Harry's eyelids couldn't stop the glare, and he could see with his eyes closed. To a bright red.
Dwarf rolled around on the ground a few times, wailing in pain, but he didn't dare to lose time, instead he got up as soon as possible and walked towards Harry with the dagger.
"The enemy, the blood of the enemy! Forced to donate! Resurrect your enemy!"
Harry couldn't resist, he was completely tied to the tombstone.
He wanted to break free, but he couldn't move anything except his fingers and toes.
He could only watch the traitor approach with his dagger.
But when the other party found a ready wound on the boy's leg, instead of stabbing him with a dagger, 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 took Harry's blood and turned his head back to the cauldron, and poured the red liquid in.
A dazzling white light was immediately emitted from the cauldron, and then the white light began to gradually turn black again.
Not knowing whether it was crying for joy or what was going on, the little dwarf who had completed the task knelt beside the cauldron, 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. It turned everything around him into a black velvety color.
Suddenly, the light on the cauldron went out, just like a pressure cooker used by Muggles. With a bang, a white vapor suddenly rose from the cauldron!
Harry couldn't see Wormtail and Voldemort anymore, and the sudden dimming after the bright light made him lose his sight.
However, after more than ten seconds, his eyes gradually got used to the dark environment. It may be that the hot smoke had dissipated a lot. Harry saw a pale figure standing up in the extinguished crucible, tall and thin, like a With skeletons.
"Change my clothes."
The cold, shrill voice said in the pot.
Wormtail quickly wiped his face with his broken arm, and hurriedly grabbed the baggage from the ground with his intact arm and spread it out. It turned out to be a tattered black robe.
But he still held him like a national treasure, stood on tiptoe, and put it on his master's shoulder.
The thin man stepped out of the cauldron and stared at Harry with snake-like eyes. The red light had faded, but it was still not the eyes that humans should have. The bloodshot occupies almost all the whites of the eyes, except for the vertical pupils in the center like a deep well.
Voldemort's face was paler than a skeleton, nose? There is no such organ at all, instead there are two small slits on the lips.
Lightning flashed again, and the heavy rain poured down, his white bald head glowing with moist light.
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. Those snake eyes appeared brighter in the dark.
Following the inspection, Voldemort's expression became ecstatic, ignoring Wormtail's and twitching Wormtail, and the big snake.
The snake swam back at some point, hissing around Harry.
Voldemort drew a wand from his robe.
He stroked the wand again, as if recalling the rhythm of past spells, then he raised his wand and pointed it at Wormtail, grabbed him from the ground with the Levitation Charm, and threw it to the gravestone where Harry was tied up. .
The little star fell beside the tombstone, paralyzed there crying: "Master, you promised...you promised me..."
"Extend your arms." Voldemort lowered his head absently playing with his wand, as if reminiscing about the joy of releasing magic for the first time after his resurrection.
"Oh master! Praise you, great master!"
Little Dwarf stretched out his broken arm, trying to get his master to help him recover his arm, but Voldemort sneered again:
"Not this hand~EbookFREE.me~ fool!"
"Please, master!"
However, Voldemort lost his patience, and he bent down himself, pulled Wormtail's left arm, and rolled his sleeve to his elbow.
Harry, who was tied up, saw a tattoo on Pettigrew's left arm. It was a skull spitting out a snake, which was the Dark Devil's mark that appeared in the Quidditch World Cup.
Voldemort studied it carefully, his expression gradually ecstatic, not knowing what he was thinking of.
"I'm back, huh." The Dark Lord muttered to himself, raising his head intoxicated and closing his eyes in the rain: "People will notice it. It's time to start my wonderful plan."
After speaking, he pressed his pale index finger on the tattoo, and the black tattoo suddenly turned into a bright red like a soldering iron.
The pain on Harry's forehead was painful again, but Wormtail screamed earlier than the boy, and screamed more miserably.
After a few seconds, the Dark Lord removed his finger from Wormtail's mark, and Harry saw that the mark's tattoo turned back to pitch black.
When Voldemort heard the screams of his men, his face only showed a triumphant expression, as if showing 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 while, Voldemort touched the rain on his bald head, staring at Peter, who was crying endlessly, with glowing eyes, as if asking him, as if asking himself: "I have called, how many people will there be? Will you come to see me? How many people stupidly choose not to come?"
But he never thought of getting any answer, instead he laughed frantically as a question and answer.
Then he took the arrogant steps that the six relatives did not recognize, and slowly walked towards Harry...
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