God of the Universe Begins with Harry Potter

Hermione and Fleur immediately let out a scream, but the soundless bell absorbed their voices very well.

0282 Voldemort Returns

It was as if Peter yanked over a rock, revealing a slimy, eyeless ugly thing—no, it was scarier than that, a hundred times scarier.What Peter brought looked like a crouched baby, but Hermione and Fleur had never seen anything less baby-like.It has no hair, and it seems to have scales on its body. Its skin is dark and red, like tender meat that has been injured.Its arms and legs were slender and soft, and its face—no living child had such a face—was a flat snake face with gleaming red eyes.

The thing looked completely incapacitated, and it raised its thin arms around Wormtail's neck.Wormtail held it in his hands.Then Peter's hood fell off, and the girls saw a look of disgust on his pale, feeble face in the firelight.

Peter took the thing to the edge of the cauldron, put the thing into the cauldron, and it sank with a hiss.They even heard the soft sound of its limp body hitting the bottom of the cauldron.

"Then... what is that thing?" Furong asked in a trembling voice.

Hermione also had a chill, and they were disgusted.

"That is our biggest enemy," Ye Ting said in a deep voice.

"Could he be Fu..." Hermione said suddenly, but she immediately covered her mouth.

If she pronounced that name, the three of them would definitely be discovered.

Ye Ting nodded silently.

The two girls fell silent, terrified that the baby Voldemort would find them at any moment, and pounce on them and kill them—even though the Silence Bell had assured them that even if they sang "GiliGiliEye," they wouldn't. People will be aware of them - as if to avoid detection.

Ye Ting held the girls' hands. The two girls' hands were cold and trembling.

However, his strong hands and the heat in his palms made the girls feel at ease for a while.

On the other side, Peter was talking, his voice trembling as if he was going crazy with fright.

He raised his wand, closed his eyes, and said to the night sky, "Father's bones, donated inadvertently, can regenerate your son!"

The grave under Harry's feet cracked open, and a small wisp of dust rose into the air at Peter's call, falling gently into the cauldron.The diamond-like liquid surface cracked, hissed, sparks flew, and the liquid turned a bright red blue, poisonous at first sight.

Wormtail whimpered.From his cloak he drew a long, thin, silvery dagger.His voice turned into a sob of utter terror: "The flesh of the servant--donated voluntarily, may regenerate--your master--."

He stretched out his right hand—the one with a missing finger, and held the dagger tightly in his left hand, swinging it toward his right.

The dagger was quite sharp, Peter's palm snapped, and the two girls couldn't bear to cover their eyes.

The scream that pierced the night sky pierced into their ears, and then they heard something fall, and Wormtail gasped in pain, followed by a disgusting thud, and something was thrown into the cauldron.

The next moment, the potion turned fiery red.

Wormtail, panting and moaning in pain, came to Harry.

"The blood of the enemy, the enemy... is forced to give... to revive your enemy..."

Harry struggled desperately to break free from the ropes that bound him, but he was too tight to stop it.

The tip of the dagger pierced into his arm, and blood dripped down the torn sleeve of the robe.Still panting in pain, Peter shivered and took out a small glass bottle from his pocket and placed it next to Harry's wound. A small amount of blood flowed into the bottle.

He staggered towards the cauldron with Harry's blood and poured it into it.The liquid in the crucible immediately turned blinding white.Wormtail completed the task, knelt beside the cauldron, slumped on the ground, and gasped and sobbed while holding his bloody severed arm.

The cauldron was about to boil, and diamond-like sparks flew out, so bright and dazzling that everything around them turned a black velvet color.

Hopefully it's drowned, the girls thought unrealistically, and hopefully it doesn't work out...

In fact, they know that success is the best ending - after all, Ye Ting said that Voldemort must be resurrected first and then killed again, but now, facing the scene of Voldemort's resurrection, they are still afraid, the instinct of fear Let them refuse this from happening.

Suddenly, the spark on the crucible went out.A white vapor rose from the cauldron, and then, through the white fog in front of them, they saw in horror the black figure of a man slowly rising from the cauldron, tall and thin, like a skeleton.

Is that the legendary Voldemort?

Furong and shrank into Ye Ting's arms, completely daring to face all this, even Hermione grabbed Ye Ting's arm, nervous and fearful, she subconsciously pulled Ye Ting's arm out of the deep hole. mark.

"Cloth me," the cold, sharp voice said from behind the steam.Wormtail whimpered and moaned, still protecting his stump arm, and hurriedly grabbed the bundled black robe from the ground, stood up, and threw it over his master's head with one hand.

The thin man stepped out of the cauldron and began to examine his body.

His hands were like big pale spiders, and his long, pale fingers stroked his chest, arms, and face; the red eyes were brighter in the darkness, and the pupils were two slits, like the eyes of a cat.He raised his hands, moved his fingers and looked ecstatic, ignoring the bloody, twitching Wormtail on the ground, ignoring the serpent who had swum back at some point and hissed around Harry Spin around.

Voldemort put his strangely long fingers into a deep pocket and drew out a wand.He stroked his wand lightly, too, then pointed it at Wormtail, lifted him from the ground, and threw him to the gravestone Harry was bound to.Wormtail fell by the tombstone, slumped there crying.Voldemort turned his bright red eyes to Harry and let out a grim, shrill grin.

Bending down, he pulled up Wormtail's left arm and rolled his sleeve over his elbow, revealing the Dark Mark on his skin.

"We...we saw that sign on the night of the World Cup..." Fleur said, trembling.

Hermione fought back and explained the meaning of the Dark Mark to her.

Fleur looked even more frightened as Voldemort pressed his long, pale index finger to Peter's Dark Mark.

"He...he's calling the Death Eaters...right?" Fleur said in a barely audible voice, "Let's...let's get out of here...while...before they come. Before, anyway... anyway, we've seen the Dark Lord's... resurrection."

"No hurry," Ye Ting shook his head easily, "I still have one last goal to complete, that is, let the Dark Lord kill Harry."

Chapter 0283 Voldemort and the Death Eaters

Today's Voldemort is complacent. Under the plans of the Death Eaters, he not only regained his body, but also brought his great enemy before him.

Now, Voldemort treats Harry purely as a cat-and-mouse, and he is even in the mood to talk to Harry about his father.

"...you're standing on my father's corpse," he hissed softly. "He's a Muggle and idiot, like your own mother. But they're all useful, aren't you? When my mother died to protect you, and I killed my father, you see how useful he was after he died..."

He recounted the experiences of his parents, recounted his birth, and continued to pace as he spoke, red-eyed scanning back and forth between the graves.

"...Listen to me, listen to my family history..." he whispered. "Ah, I'm a little sad...but look, Harry! My real family is back..."

The air was suddenly filled with the sound of cloaked pawns.Between the tombs, and behind the cedar trees, in every shadowy place there were apparitions of wizards.