Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

704. Chapter 700 Voldemort Returns

    On the open ground, there was only painful gasping and snoring, and it echoed in midair.

    Ivan opened his eyes and looked at it all quietly, it was almost finished, only the last step…

    The man staggered to them, and the blood had dyed his black robe red.

    He completely ignored it, letting the blood splatter, and the last flash of madness on his face.

    "The blood of the enemy is forced to give up, and your enemy can be resurrected!"He said indifferently, almost exhausted with all his strength.

    Harry struggled in despair, trying to break free of the rope that tied him.

    From the eyes, he saw the silver dangling dagger shaking in the hands of the man in front of him, stabbing himself.

    Harry couldn't move and could only watch the other side's movements.

    The next second, he felt the tip of the dagger into his arm, the pain in the heart, the blood slid down the torn robe sleeves.

    The man still breathing in pain took a small glass bottle out of his pocket and placed it next to Harry's wound.

    A small amount of blood flowed into the bottle, and he took Harry's blood and swayed toward the cauldron and poured it in.

    The liquid in cauldron immediately turned into a dazzling white, viscous white liquid with a stench.

    The man completed the task, stumbled over Cauldron, squatted, kneeling on the ground, holding his bloody broken arm and breathing.

    Beside him, the cauldron sizzled, and the diamond-like Mars splashed out, so bright and dazzling.

    We did itIvan stared at the stone cauldron, and Voldemort used Harry's blood to resurrect.

    Harry's mother's blood spell will act on both of them, protecting Harry and becoming incredibly powerful!

    Suddenly, all the Mars on the cauldron are extinguished.

    A white vapor rose from the cauldron, blending in with the mist around it, hiding everything.

    The senses are obscured and lost, and the mystery of restlessness is getting stronger and stronger. It is a creepy feeling.

    Through the thick white mist, they saw a man's black figure slowly rising in the cauldron.

    He is tall and thin, like a cockroach, pale and strange skin.

    "dress me!"The cold, sharp voice said behind the steam.

    The man who fell on the ground hurriedly climbed up and still guarded his arm.

    He grabbed the black robe wrapped in the bag from the ground, stood up, and put it on his master's head with one hand.

    The thin man stepped out of the cauldron, put on his clothes, and his red eyes stared at Harry.

    Harry saw the face that had appeared in his nightmare for three years. It was paler than the cockroach. The two big eyes were red, the nose was as flat as the snake's nose, and the nostrils were two slits…

    Voldemort is resurrected! ! !

    Voldemort looked away from Harry and didn't look at Ivan by his side and began to check his body.

    His hand was like a pale spider, his slender fingers stroking his body, touching one inch and one inch…

    Thighs, chest, arms, face, his movements are slow, delicate and gentle.

    The red eyes are brighter in the dark, and the barley is two slits, like the eyes of a cat.

    After slowly touching his entire face, he raised his hands and moved his fingers, his expression ecstatic.

    Voldemort was immersed in the joy of the new body. For years, he finally regained his life and returned to the magic circle. He ignored the man who fell to the ground and bleeds, and ignored Ivan, Harry and the big snake.

    It didn't know when he swam back and slammed around Ivan and Harry.

    The atmosphere is different and quiet, time seems to be extremely long.

    Ivan knew it was time to leave, the purpose of the trip had been reached, and there was no need for Voldemort to kill Harry here.

    There are many things that are not ready yet, and he is not interested in staying at the Voldemort Resurrection Party.

    The portkey that Kreshkov gave to himself was in his arms, and he had already started it when he first arrived.

    For a while, they can leave here.

    If something unexpected happens during this time, you can use what Dumbledore gave to yourself…

    Finally, Voldemort checked his new body and looked satisfied.

    He put his long fingers into a deep pocket and pulled out a wand.

    He gently stroked the wand, then raised the wand high, giving a cold and sharp smile.

    "I'M BACK!!He whispered, "How many people still remember me!"

    Voldemort shook the wand, the Dark Mark appeared in the air, and a snake in the green pout.

    It was looming in midair, becoming more and more obvious, and rising higher, Voldemort looked at it carefully.

    "They will notice it. Now, we will see, we will know…"Voldemort's face showed a cruel smug look.

    He straightened his waist and raised his head and scanned the desolate open space.

    “How many people have the guts to come back after feeling it?”He muttered, "How many people will be stupid not to come?"

    He began to walk back and forth in front of Ivan and Harry, scanning the open space from time to time.

    As for the man who fell on the ground, he didn't even look at it, as if the other person was a useless junk.

    The man stopped the blood for himself in a special way, but he was still very weak and was in a state of sudden death.

    This reliance on Voldemort's Vampire, it seems that he did not expect his new master to be so ruthless, he pleaded with powerlessness.

    Ivan stared at it all coldly, calculating the time, clutching Harry tightly with one hand.

    Suddenly, Voldemort used wand to point to the stall on the ground, and they flew up and down to Ivan and Harry.

    This is his father's ashes, one of the necessities of his resurrection, and now completely lost its usefulness.

    Voldemort's eyes fell on Harry again, and the snake's face twisted, revealing a cruel smile.

    "Harry Potter, we met again!"

    He whispered softly, "These bones, he used to belong to my father, he is a muggle plus idiot, just like your mother. But they are all useful, aren't they? When you were young, your mother died to protect you, and I killed my father. You see, how useful he came after his death…"

    Voldemort laughed again, as he paced back and forth, scanning the surroundings, and the snake was still wandering on the grass.

    "My mother is a wizard, she fell in love with him, fell in love with the muggle, but when she said her identity, he abandoned her, my father does not like magic!"Voldemort whispered, "Like all stupid muggles, he left her and returned to his muggle parents, when I was not born."