The Dark Lord Soup Is Ready, Voldemort Returns!

In the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch.

Seeing the silver Eastern Dragon flashing away in front of his eyes, Dumbledore got up and left his seat.

Then he went to a remote corner with no people and took out a Portkey from his pocket.

Saying the keyword, he was taken away by the Portkey in an instant.

Professor Snape and Draco Malfoy did the same as him, using their own respective Portkeys.

But Draco's Portkey was different, the location it sent him to was Malfoy Manor.

"Father, there is news from Lucas that it has begun!"

As soon as Draco appeared in the study, he conveyed the news to his father.

Lucius Malfoy stood up and looked at his friends.

"Get ready, everyone, it's time to meet our former master."

After speaking, he looked at his son standing beside him again, with worry and distress in his eyes.

Seeing this, Draco chuckled and said, "Don't worry, I'll be fine, father."

"I hope so!"

…

Harry was sitting sideways on the ground at this moment, and because the dizziness from the Portkey travel was too strong, he was still seeing things a little blurry.

Then he felt someone grab his clothes and drag him through the ground. It wasn't until his back hit a cold stone slab that Harry's vision gradually became clear.

What appeared in front of him was a short and fat figure wearing a hooded cloak.

The mysterious figure fixed him on the stone slab with one hand, and held a bundle in the other.

When Harry saw the bundle, there was a burning pain from the lightning scar on his forehead.

After encountering the same pain a few times before, it was immediately clear what was in that bundle.

That was something he never wanted to face.

"Hurry up!"

A sharp and cold voice came from the bundle and Peter Pettigrew hastily responded.

Only then did Harry notice that the man in front of him was missing a finger on his right hand.

"It's you, Wormtail!"

Peter Pettigrew snorted disapprovingly and a white wand appeared in his free hand.

He waved lightly, and several ropes appeared, binding Harry firmly to the stone slab.

Harry turned his head to observe the surrounding environment, and the first thing he noticed was the name on the tombstone.

"Tom Riddle."

He was familiar with this name, Voldemort had been called this name before he changed it to the current one.

Harry wondered if this was Voldemort's own grave.

Looking around, he found many things, such as the cauldron in front of him that was bigger than an adult.

But Harry still didn't find Lucas and Cedric who were teleported together with him. He was very sure that he was still holding Cedric's arm tightly when the Portkey was activated.

"Wormtail, hurry up!"

"Yes master!"

The conversation between master and servant attracted Harry's attention.

Seeing that Wormtail was lighting the dry wood under the cauldron, he looked puzzled.

Could it be that Voldemort captured him to make potions?

But he soon understood what the cauldron was for.

As the temperature of the flame continued to rise, the liquid in the cauldron began to bubble and boil.

Wormtail picked up the bundle again, and opened it, revealing a naked, hairless deformed baby.

The baby's body was covered with scales, and its skin was dark red. Most notable was the flat snake-like face, Harry had never seen anything more ugly.

The pair of red eyes shining with cold light on it made people shudder even more.

Peter Pettigrew carried Babymort carefully to the cauldron and under Harry's surprised gaze, he put Voldemort into the cauldron.

The expected scream did not come and he only heard the sound of something sinking into the bottom of the cauldron.

Peter Pettigrew seemed to be in a bad state of mind at this time.

He waved the white magic wand and whispered to the night sky: "Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son!"

Ka~

Harry was horrified to find that the ground under his feet cracked suddenly, and a big bone flew out from it.

When it fell into the cauldron, the liquid released a puff of smoke and gradually turned a weird shade of blue, giving the impression of being poisonous.

Harry couldn't imagine what Voldemort would become in the cauldron.

But he was sure that if he didn't break free and escape, something really bad would happen.

"Lucas, who is that man? And why did he catch Harry, and why did he throw the baby into the cauldron?"

Cedric kept making question after question without a care for the current situation. It is a good thing to be curious, but being curious regardless of the occasion may kill someone.

Just like now. Lucas pulled him back a step and Cedric was about to ask what happened, when Lucas signaled him to keep silent.

Looking in the direction of Lucas' finger, he saw that a big snake was crawling past the two of them.

Nagini, one of Voldemort's Horcruxes and one of the few people Voldemort trusted.

Nagini used to be a human being, to be precise, she is a Maledictus.

Such a curse in her body allowed Nagini to freely switch between human and snake forms, but it wouldn't be a curse if it was just that.

Over time, she ended up trapped in the snake form. What's even more pitiful is that Nagini completely forgot the memory of being a human.

She once served as an ally of Dumbledore against Gellert Grindelwald.

Lucas recalled the information about the big snake in front of him in his mind. He was wondering how Dumbledore would react when he saw Nagini and if he could identify her.

Nagini crawled along Tom Riddle's tombstone and finally came to Harry.

Harry had seen the snake in a dream. He had seen how it had killed someone in an old house.

"What's going on, Wormtail?!"

A sharp and angry voice came from the cauldron.

Harry hurriedly looked over and saw that the flame under the cauldron was suddenly extinguished. The boiling liquid inside gradually cooled.

Peter Pettigrew didn't know what was going on either. He lay down on the ground to check, and found nothing unusual.

"Master, it was just an accident. I will light the fire right away." Peter said tremblingly.

Accompanied by a flash of fire from the tip of the wand, the dry wood was lit again.

Peter lay on the ground and stared for a long time, making sure that the flame would not go out before standing up with confidence.

Lucas smiled secretly.

Of course it was no accident that the fire was extinguished just now.

It's the spell text that he left here a long time ago, and this is just the beginning.

Voldemort wants to regain his body?

How can he let him do it without paying a price?

Continuing with the ritual, Peter put away his wand and produced a gleaming dagger.

"Fle…flesh of the servant, willingly given, you will revive your master!"

Finishing the words, there was fear in his eyes. He started sobbing, but managed to cut off his right hand after a few seconds.

The miserable cry resounded through the night sky.

Harry couldn't bear to look and closed his eyes.

But after a while, he didn't hear the sound of something falling into the water and instead, Voldemort's voice sounded again.

"Idiot, where did you throw your hand?"

Voldemort's state at the moment was very strange. Although he could transmit his voice, he couldn't see anything around.

He only knew that the flesh of the servant that should have fallen into the cauldron didn't enter it and his growing body suddenly stopped.

"Lord, master, I really cut off my hand!" Peter said desperately.

He had watched helplessly as his hand fell into the cauldron, but didn't understand why the spell didn't work.

Behind a tombstone not far away, Lucas was struggling really hard to control his expression.

At the beginning, he left two traps in the place of the cauldron.

One was to turn off the flame.

The other paragraph was composed of two sentences of technical formula.

[When a cauldron appears nearby, it will attach to the bottom of the cauldron and activate another spell text.]

[When the potion turns blue, any object thrown into the cauldron will be transferred to an unknown place.]

These two strings of spell words were one-time use, once they take effect, they will disappear immediately.

So Wormtail couldn't find the problem at all.

His right hand was destined to be cut in vain!

"Wormtail, quickly cut out a piece of your flesh, quickly!"

Peter's eyes flashed with despair, but he didn't have the courage to resist Voldemort's orders.

Standing by the cauldron, he cut off one of his ears in a heartless moment.

The potion turned from blue to fiery red, and also emitted a strong light.

The blinding light forced Harry to turn his head and close his eyes.

That's when Peter gasped in pain, then he came to Harry and whispered: "Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken, you will resurrect your foe!"

Harry began to struggle, but the rope on his body was tied too tightly and he could only watch helplessly as the long and thin dagger cut a wound in his arm.

Peter Pettigrew took out a glass bottle and carefully picked up some blood.Then he returned to the cauldron again and poured the blood from the bottle into it.

The fiery red liquid turned into dazzling white and Peter's mission was finally complete.

He came to the cauldron and knelt down, sobbing with his forehead on the ground.

The cauldron was boiling fiercely, and dazzling sparks splashed from it to the surroundings.

Soon the sparks stopped, and the seething cauldron stopped shaking. Then a large amount of white mist riso from it.

A black figure stood up from the cauldron along with the mist.

When Lucas saw the figure that appeared after being boiled in the cauldron, there was surprise in his eyes.

'What a powerful magic!'

Just coming out of the cauldron, Voldemort's magic power was almost the same as Lucas' now.

If he recuperates for a period of time, it shouldn't be a problem for him to return to the quasi-legendary peak.

Harry, who was terrified, suddenly felt a familiar pain, as if someone was burning his forehead with fire.

"Voldemort?"

He whispered the other person's name softly. But at this moment Voldemort had no time to talk to him.

"Robe me, Wormtail!"

Peter Pettigrew tremblingly came to Voldemort's side, and put the black robe in his hand on him.

After Voldemort came out of the cauldron, his appearance at this time was also seen clearly by everyone.

Voldemort's skin was pale and bloodless, and his pair of red eyes were particularly frightening.

He had no nose, instead he had two slits in its place like a snake.

"Ah!" Voldemort touched his head and face with both hands and there was an intoxicated look on his face.

"What a long-lost feeling!"

In places that Voldemort didn't notice, countless magic cameras started to work.

The moment he touched his head with both hands just now, with an intoxicated look on his face, it was all captured on camera.

"Wormtail, get me my wand!"

The bone white wand was held in front of Voldemort.

Taking the wand, Voldemort grabbed Peter Pettigrew's left hand.

When the wand came into contact with the Dark Mark. Immediately, the same Dark Mark appeared in the sky.

Lucius, who was far away in Wiltshire, felt the heat from his left arm and reacted immediately.

"Let's go!"

As soon as the voice fell, Lucius Malfoy led the crowd to apparate into the cemetery.

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