Chapter 405

Hogwarts: Start Fusion Phoenix Bloodline Chapter 405

Chapter 405 The Resurrected Voldemort Summons the Death Eaters!!

As he was pulled tightly by the triple cup, Peter's feet were off the ground, and after a dizzy shift in space, he saw a burst of light.

Knowing that he was about to reach his destination, Peter forcibly concentrated his attention and activated his invisibility talent, becoming invisible in the instant of appearance.

It was an overgrown cemetery with a hill in the distance and a chapel behind it, and looking around, it was obviously a rural town, but at this time it was pitch black and quiet, except of course to ignore Harry Potter, which had been trapped on the tombstone statue of Death.

At this time, in the cemetery, in addition to Harry, who was constantly struggling, there was only Pettigrew and a small bag he was holding, and a large cauldron was set up in the middle of the cemetery, and the green potion inside was constantly boiling.

"Quick! Pettigrew! "

A cold voice came from the bag.

"Burn well, master!"

The little dwarf came to the front of the bag in fear and said respectfully.

"Do it now! Don't waste your time! "

The voice in the baggage seemed a little impatient, and the sharp voice urged.

The little dwarf ripped open the bag and revealed the person inside, but it could no longer be called a person, it was a monster! The monster's slimy forehead, covered with snake scales, curled up like a baby, but its limbs were soft, its body was dark red, and its face was flattened, looking like a snake head, very ugly.

This look frightened Harry, and he couldn't help but scream. And Peter, who was hiding on the side, couldn't help but squint his eyes, feeling that his eyes were all polluted.

Little Dwarf picked up the monster and came to the cauldron, and then without hesitation, threw it into the boiling water, looking as if he was cooking something.

Little Dwarf then waved his wand and chanted, "Father's bones, inadvertently donated, can regenerate your son!" "

As soon as the words fell, a grave cracked open, and a wisp of dust drifted out of it, flying into the air with the call of the little dwarf, and then drifting towards the cauldron.

Peter saw this, and with a gentle wave of his hand, a small drop of colorless liquid flew out of his pocket, and in the night, it quietly fell into the pot with ashes.

At this time, in the big crucible, sparks splashed everywhere, and the green liquid turned bright red, and the liquid hissed and kept pouring.

Little Dwarf watched this and pulled a dagger out of his sleeve, he looked very frightened, and continued to read, "The flesh and blood of the servants… Self… Volunteering to give will make your master born again! "

Then he held out his right hand, the one missing from his finger, hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth, grabbed the dagger with his left hand, and swung it at his right hand.

With a scream, his right hand was cut off and fell into the crucible.

Harry closed his eyes in fright, but Peter watched with interest the little dwarf's movements.

Little Dwarf groaned in spite of the pain of the broken hand, walked over to Harry, raised his dagger again, and in Harry's constant struggle, stabbed into the crook of his arm, and then caught the blood flowing out of a small glass bottle.

Then, regardless of Harry's bleeding hands and the look of hatred in his eyes, he staggered again to the crucible, gasping and saying, "Blood of the enemy. Forced to sacrifice will bring your enemies back to life! "

Then the blood is poured into the crucible.

The liquid in the tank boiled up in an instant, turning white, emitting a dazzling white light that looked like a jewel that would glow.

Seeing this, the little dwarf who had completed the task could no longer hold on, and fell to the ground beside him, holding his bleeding severed hand and sobbing, moaning in pain.

The liquid in the crucible kept flying, then a thick mist rose, and then in Harry's terrified eyes, a tall, thin, skeleton-like figure emerged from the crucible.

"Oh, poke me in the eye!" What a nightmare! "

Peter couldn't help but hiss coldly, as if he had seen something disgusting, and closed his eyes.

"Dress me!"

The man who came out of the crucible shouted coldly at the little dwarf in the steam.

The little dwarf stood up strongly, hurriedly got up from the ground, grabbed the bag with one hand, and unfolded it into a black robe, which was laboriously draped over the man.

The man came out of the steam, his head was bare, his skin was miserable, whiter than a skeleton, his red eyes looked cold, his nose was flat and narrow, and his nostrils were two thin slits, looking like a Sensen viper, cold.

"Voldemort!"

Harry cried out in horror.

Voldemort glanced up at the trapped Harry Potter, but then looked away, examined his body carefully, and then with a look of ecstasy, pulled a white wand from his sleeve and stroked it gently like a lover.

Then his expression changed, and he aimed his wand at The Little Dwarf, rolling him up out of thin air and throwing him heavily onto the tombstone that had crashed into Harry's side.

"Wormtail, you just hesitated! You know, I don't like to wait! "

Little Dwarf curled up under the tombstone with a trembling forehead, clutching his bloodied stump and pleading, "Master… You promised… You promised! Please! "

"Stretch out your arms!"

Voldemort looked at The Pettigrew in disgust and then said lazily.

"Oh, thank you, master! You are so merciful! "

Little Dwarf was very excited when he heard this, and stretched out his broken right hand, and came to him with a horn, wanting to kiss his foot.

But Voldemort took a few steps back in disgust and said sternly, "Not this one, Wormtail!" "

"The host… Please… Please! "

The dwarf star was full of pleading.

"I don't want to say it a second time, Wormtail!"

Voldemort said coldly.

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Little Dwarf shivered and quickly stretched out his left hand.

Voldemort pulled up Pettigrew's arm and pressed his wand against the dark mark on it, only to see that the original dark mark had become thick and dark, and the snake pattern on it was alive, crawling on it, constantly spitting out snake letters.

Then, ignoring The Dwarf's wailing in pain, he casually threw him on the ground, stood up straight, and said triumphantly: "After I summon, see how many people still have the courage to come back?" "

Then the red eyes looked up at the stars in the sky and muttered, "How many people would be stupid not to come back?" "

Voldemort walked between Harry and The Dwarf, he looked around at the graveyard, then came to Harry, said with a sinister smile, "Harry Potter, you are standing on my father's bones, it sounds funny, he is a stupid Muggle, but at least there is a little use, just like your mother, protecting you from being killed by me!" And he played a big role in my resurrection! "

He pointed to the manor not far away and said, "See? That house was the house where my father had lived, and he had been the owner of the manor here, handsome and handsome, so my mother fell in love with him. After she revealed her identity as a wizard, he abandoned her, leaving my mother alone, and finally died after giving birth to me in front of a Muggle orphanage! "

When he told it, he didn't seem to care, it looked like he was telling someone else's story, "That stupid woman didn't forget the man who abandoned her until she died, and gave me the same name as him!" "

"Of course, eventually I found this place and met my father, who was married and had children."

Voldemort's red eyes narrowed, he looked at Tom Riddle's name inscribed on the tombstone behind Harry's back, and sneered, "I killed all of them, including two Muggle girls who could be called sisters, including my father of course!" I was just sixteen years old. "

Harry's eyes widened as he looked at the Dark Lord in front of him who had lightly said that he had killed his blood relatives, and his heart couldn't help but chill, this kind of cold-blooded person was the most terrifying sudden phantom transfiguration sound in the air, and in the darkness, a person with a black tip on his head and a face covered with an ancient beard mask came out, these people carefully came to Voldemort, and then knelt down and kissed the hem of his black robe.