Chapter 263: Failed resurrection

For a normal person, it is really a matter of courage to cut off part of his own arm. It is no wonder that he has such a fear and hesitation.
Little dwarf Peter tremblingly stretched out his right hand-the one with one finger missing, and then grasped the dagger tightly with his left hand and waved towards the right hand.
"Thorn."
At that moment, he closed his eyes and tried not to watch the cruel and scene.
A wailing scream rang through the night sky, and frightened several owls perched on the Zishan tree not far away. The branches shook and rustled.
With a slight plop, Peter's arm fell into the boiling crucible at this time.
He gasped in pain and fell to the crucible, his arm still intact supporting his body.
"Very good, well done." Voldemort in the crucible smiled with satisfaction. "I feel my strength recovering. Next, we just need to wait for the child's arrival quietly again, huh? tail?"
"Yes, my great master." He said excitedly that once Voldemort restored his strength, he would receive the supreme award. Even if he had made some mistakes before, he still returned to his master's side, doing his due diligence. He worked the plan,
"Okay, Master." Peter said respectfully, but still frowned on the pain, and the good hand picked up the wand he had just dropped on the ground.
"Waste." Voldemort chuckled, and then just stretched out his thin, still-armed arm, pointing at Peter's broken arm, and said coldly:
"Heal as before!" A flash of light flashed, and then the broken hand that was bleeding immediately healed.
"I'll let you get a new arm later, it will be stronger, this is a reward for you." Voldemort said with a chuckle, the effect of this wish seems to be that his sharp voice is not so permeable People.
"Thank you for your generosity, Master!" said the little dwarf Peter flatteringly, then slumped on the ground, restoring strength, waiting.
"The blood of the enemy-the enemy... was forced to give... to revive your enemy..." Peter murmured to himself.
"Oh, our protagonist hasn't come yet, Peter." Voldemort is in a good mood now, and that uncomfortable feeling has been left behind by him. His power is about to recover, and the frightening Dark Lord is about to return. , So he even had a mood to tease his men.
"Master, I just try the spell, I'm afraid I will forget it later." Little dwarf Peter said quickly.
Then something amazing happened, and the smile on Voldemort's disgusting baby's face suddenly turned away.
The liquid in the crucible was now dazzling white.
The crucible is about to boil, and the diamond-like Mars splashes outward, so bright and dazzling that everything around it becomes a black velvet color.
Suddenly, the Mars on the crucible went out. A white vapor rose from the crucible.
"Worm...tail...cock?" A cold chilled through the soul struck Peter the dwarf. He still didn't know what was wrong, but Voldemort's voice was full of hatred and the feeling of trembling deep into the bones. Let him be cold all over.
Did the resurrection fail?
Little dwarf star Peter couldn't help but think of it.
Then, through the white mist in front of him, he horrified to see the black figure of a man slowly rising from the crucible, tall and thin, like a skeleton.
Then he was thrown on the ground before, and the black robe in charge of the package suddenly moved and ran into the crucible and put on Voldemort.
"Oh, I thought you were just cowardly, stupid, and not very loyal to me, but I didn't expect that you still have hatred in my emotions?"
The man said coldly and sharply.
The little dwarf Peter was sweating coldly, and he vaguely guessed what happened.
The thin man stepped out of the crucible, his eyes stared at his servant, his face paler than a skeleton, his two big red eyes, his nose flat like a snake's nose, and his nostrils were two thin slits...
Voldemort was resurrected.
Voldemort began to examine his body. His hands were like pale giant spiders. His long, pale fingers stroked his chest, arms, and face; those red eyes appeared brighter in the dark, and the pupils were two slits, like cats. eye. He raised his hands and moved his fingers.
Little dwarf star Peter couldn't see his master's expression clearly, but the chilly back and the keen sense of danger in the dark gave him the understanding that Voldemort's mood did not seem very good.
At least it does not meet the joy of getting back the body.
A large snake suddenly emerged from the dark grass at this time, the huge body twisted flexibly, and then began to gradually wrap around Voldemort.
Then he left like a rope, and crawled under Voldemort's feet.
In a short time, Voldemort had put on his clothes.
"Oh? Nagini, are you happy for me? But I am not happy now." Voldemort said lightly, unable to see his anger, but the little dwarf Peter knew that he was about to face the anger of this man. .
"Voldemort's return should be perfect. It would be a great choice to use the blood of the boy who destroyed his foundation as a sign of shame."
Voldemort murmured.
"But now it seems to have been destroyed by a fool, what do you say I should do with him."
The little dwarf star Peter trembles on the ground like sieve chaff~EbookFREE.me~ dare not say a word.
"Listen." Voldemort said softly suddenly, and the little dwarf Peter immediately subconsciously obeyed the order and raised his ears.
"I felt the space trembling, and many people were approaching here." Voldemort said. Nagini suddenly straightened up his flexible body at this time, looking quite anthropomorphically, the snake eyes turning, scarlet. Nobuko stretched out and twisted.
"Let's guess who are there?" Voldemort said softly, with a memorable tone, and then glanced at Peter aside.
"Ah!" The pain deep into the bone marrow made the little dwarf Peter scream, and began to roll on the ground. He watched the wound of his healed arm suddenly burst, bleeding again, and the arm again Extending upwards, there is something on the skin, which seems to be a bright red tattoo design-a skull spit out a snake, which is the figure that appeared in the Quidditch World Cup: the black mark. Voldemort looked at it carefully, ignoring the sob that the worm's tail could not control.
The dark blood was so strange and enchanting under the faint night light.