Professor of Pharmacy at Hogwarts

It was a dark overgrown object, with a tall yew on the right, and behind it a chapel, and a knoll on the left, with a fine old house on it.

It looks like a classic set from a horror story.

A section of the marble tombstone in the cemetery had been knocked down and was leaning on the ground. The grave had been dug up, and there was a dark pit in the center.It can accommodate about two adults and a teenager.

The three Harrys were tied next to the tomb, with torches lit around them.In the light of the fire swaying in the cold wind, Harry could vaguely see the name on the stone tablet not far away:

Tom Riddle

However, his glasses had been knocked off in the previous struggle, and he could only see a blur of the writing under the name on the stone tablet.

A fire was set up next to the stone monument, and a huge crucible sat on it. The crucible was like a bathtub, and it could even hold a person.

The three people were surrounded by Death Eaters, and they stared directly at Harry with inexplicable excitement in their eyes.

Little Barty took out a piece of black stuff from his sleeve and stuffed it into Harry's mouth, then ran to the crucible and got busy.

Harry struggled hard, and then an icy chill came over him. He looked down and saw a huge snake snaking on the grass, surrounding the three of them.

The big snake stopped in front of Harry, raised its head and hissed at him, sticking out its tongue.

"Hey!"

Christie beside Harry yelled in dissatisfaction.

"You'd better keep it away!"

Her words caused a burst of laughter from the surrounding Death Eaters.

Little Barty knocked on the crucible and shouted dissatisfied

"Quiet! Quiet!"

The Death Eaters calmed down.

"Harry. Harry!"

Lupine turned his head and looked at Harry, wanting to say something to comfort him, but obviously, in the current situation, any words of comfort were pale and useless.Perhaps the best comfort would be to break free from the rope and attack the surrounding Death Eaters one by one with an Avada Kedavra.

Harry looked dumbfounded, as if he was frightened by the scene in front of him - in fact, he was indeed a little scared.

He didn't know what this group of people was going to do, and he didn't even understand how they were in Azkaban one moment and in the cemetery the next.

Looking at the huge crucible next to him, I felt that these people might have contracted the bad habit of cannibalism, and they were going to cook him and eat him.

As soon as this idea came up, it spread out immediately and became out of control, which made Harry shudder.

"It's okay, Harry. Don't be afraid."

Lu Ping comforted him with pale words.

On the other side, little Barty is ready.The liquid in the crucible heats up very quickly.Not only did the surface begin to boil, but sparks shot out, as if it were on fire.The steam became thicker and thicker, and soon enveloped the entire cemetery.

The rustling Death Eaters around them fell completely silent, staring directly at the cauldron.

Little Barty took two steps back. His whole body was shaking, as if he was going crazy.He raised his wand, closed his eyes, and said to the night sky

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

As the wand was pulled, a wisp of dust flew up from the side of the crucible and fell into the crucible. Only then did the three Harrys notice that there was a pile of dead bones piled next to the stone tablet.

In the crucible, the diamond-like liquid surface burst, making a hissing sound, sparks flying, and the liquid bubbling, as if some violent reaction had occurred, and then they turned blue.

Better to fail!Whatever they're doing, it's better to fail!The crucible is about to explode!Explode!

Harry's mouth was gagged and speechless. He stared at the crucible and prayed secretly in his heart.

However, reality did not develop as Harry thought.The liquid in the crucible gradually calmed down.

The eyes of the surrounding Death Eaters shone brightly, and their breathing became softer.

Little Barty pulled out a shining silver dagger, and his voice began to tremble.

"Your servant's flesh, donated voluntarily, can regenerate your master."

He held the dagger, took two steps forward, came to the crucible, and swung it hard——

He cut off his left arm!

Little Barty's severed arm fell into the crucible with a plop, and the liquid surface that had just calmed down started churning again. After a violent reaction, the blue liquid gradually transformed into a conspicuous fiery red.

The liquid in the crucible seemed to glow, illuminating the surrounding area in red, which made the scene even more bizarre.

The severed arm floated up and down in the crucible and disappeared, and the liquid level gradually calmed down.

The breathing of the surrounding Death Eaters also gradually became heavier from light to heavy, and some even couldn't help but cheer quietly.The man was glared at by Little Barty fiercely and immediately covered his mouth.

Valley</span>Little Barty held the dagger with a pale face - the dagger was still stained with his blood and dripping - and he came to Harry.

“The blood of…your enemies…forced to be given…can bring your enemies…back to life.”

Harry struggled, fear written in his eyes.

"Let him go!"

"Get away! You bastard! Let him go!"

Lupine and Christie struggled fiercely, and Christie even cursed, but to no avail.Their wands had long been broken, and they were tied tightly with ropes.

Little Barty shook his body, raised his dagger, and stabbed it hard into Harry's arm.

Harry struggled violently in pain.

"Stop! You bastard! The scum of the Crouch family! Bastard!"

Christie also struggled violently. She yelled and cursed, and her short hair danced wildly, like an angry lioness.

She even kept trying to turn her head and reach for Little Barty, trying to bite off a piece of meat from Little Barty.

"Old Buddy should flush you into the toilet!"

"You bastard!"

"thug!"

"Disgusting thing that only bullies children!"

"Let him go!"

"If you have the guts, let me go and let me teach you a lesson - eh!!!!"

Before Christie could finish her words, she was hit by a heart-breaking bone. She groaned and her whole body began to twist violently.

Bella waved her wand wildly and stepped forward.

She reached out and gently touched Christie's face. Her hands were cold and slippery, just like the snake in front of them, disgusting.

"She's still useful."

Little Barty shook his body, glanced at Bella and said.

Bella curled her lips in dissatisfaction and waved her wand.

The cutting out of the bone stopped.

Behind Barty Jr., Dolohov stepped forward to help hold Harry down. Barty Jr. took out a bottle and caught it at Harry's elbow. Thick blood dripped into the bottle.

Dolokhov let go of his hand, and when he stood up, he knocked out the struggling Lupine on the other side.

Little Barty held the bottle and came to the big crucible.Pour Harry's blood into the cauldron.

The crucible that had just calmed down boiled again, this time far more violently than before. The liquid in the crucible seemed to turn into flames, rising suddenly to the height of a person.Sparks were flying everywhere, bright and dazzling.

Suddenly, all the liquid in the crucible fell back into the crucible, and the flame went out.

Large jets of white steam emerged from the crucible.

A tall and thin man's figure passed through the steam and appeared in everyone's eyes.The man was tall and thin, like a skeleton.

The breathing of the Death Eaters around him became heavier than ever before. They stared at the figure closely, with expectations and anxiety on their faces.

"Get me dressed."

A man's voice came from the white steam.

The Death Eaters around him were dancing excitedly, and they tried hard to suppress their excitement so as not to cheer.

Little Barty was swaying, picked up a set of clothes, walked into the steam, and put the clothes on the man.

Soon, the man walked out of the white mist and came to Harry.

Harry stared at the strange and ugly creature in front of him with wide eyes, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"Owner!"

Bella couldn't bear it any longer. She knelt down at the man's feet devoutly, gently kissed the man's toes, and raised her head, with deep fascination and madness in her eyes.

The surrounding Death Eaters all knelt down, no longer suppressing their excitement.

Voldemort is resurrected.