Hogwarts Card Drawer

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Wormtail put the little thing in the pot. The hissing sound came from far away, and then the thing disappeared from the water. Cronos heard the soft sound of its weak body hitting the bottom of the pot.

Wormtail was muttering words. His voice trembled. He seemed terrified by this creature beyond wisdom. He raised his wand, closed his eyes, and shouted at the night sky: "Father's bones, donated accidentally, can make your son reborn!"

The graveyard at Harry's feet cracked. Harry was horrified to see a beautiful dust rising into the air under Wormtail's spell, and then gently falling into the pot. The diamond-like water surface cracked. Hissing. Sparks are splattering everywhere. The surface of the water became a bright, poisonous deep blue.

Now Wormtail started to whimper in a low voice, he pulled out a long, narrow, bright silver sword from under his clothes. His voice became a dead cry again. "Servants—the flesh—voluntarily—donated, can make—you get the master—rebirth."

He stretched out his right hand-the hand without a finger. He firmly grasped the silver sword in his left hand and swung it forward. Chronos realized what Wormtail was about to do in less than a second. ——He don't want to look too far.

But he couldn't stop the exclamation that pierced the night sky. The yell passed through the eardrums of everyone present, as if he was also pierced by the silver sword. Then he heard something falling to the ground.

He heard Wormtail's painful gasp, followed by a disgusting splash. It seemed that something had fallen into that pot. Cronos couldn't help but look over...but the pot of water had turned flaming red. Its dazzling light penetrated Harry's eyes...

Wormtail gasped and moaned in pain. It wasn't until Harry felt Wormtail's painful breath blow to his face that he realized that Wormtail was standing right in front of him.

"The enemy's blood... is forced to donate... to resurrect your enemy..."

Harry couldn't do anything about it, he was tied too tight... He glanced in Cronos's direction, struggling desperately in the rope.

And Cronos was watching all this intently. This was the key part of his plan. He saw the dazzling dagger swaying in Wintyre's hand. Then he felt the point of the sword pierce the bend of his right arm. Blood kept dripping from his tattered clothes.

Wormtail, still gasping for pain, took out a small glass pill bottle from his pocket and reached into Harry's wound. A large drop of blood came into the bottle.

He staggered back to the big stone gas kettle with Harry's blood. Pour blood into it. The liquid kept changing, and finally turned into an empty white.

Wormtail knelt down beside the steam pot exhausted, as if his work had been done. Then he fell to the side and lay on the grass, panting and whimpering, clutching the bleeding spot on his arm.

The steam pot slowly boiled, and sparks blazed all over again. No other changes...

"Is this the torso of the human body in alchemy?" I have to say that Cronos's heart is really big, and he actually has a heart to think about other things.

Then, the sparks in the boiler suddenly went out. It was replaced by a huge puff of white smoke. Covered everything in front of Chronos.

He couldn't see Wormtail or Harry who was tied to the stele. All he saw was steam suspended in the air..."

Then, through the thick fog in front of him, Chronos, he saw the black outline of a man, tall and thin, slowly rising from the boiler.

"Put me on!" A high, cold voice sounded from behind the fog. Wormtail was still whimpering and groaning, but still shaking the wound, crawling to pick up the pile of black clothes on the grass. Then he stood up swayingly, picked up his toes, and put the clothes on his master's head with one hand.

The thin and tall man walked out of the steam pot and stared at Harry...Cronos couldn't help looking up and down at the legendary Dark Lord-a face paler than a skull, **** and red eyes, like a snake nose. The same flat nose, there are many cracks in the nostrils...

His hands were like huge, pale spiders; his long, white fingers gently caressed his chest. Arms and face; those red eyes with split pupils, like cat eyes, shone even more in the dark.

He raised his hand and stretched his fingers with an expression of concentration and joy. He didn't even notice the **** worm tail lying on the ground, nor did he notice the big snake.

Voldemort's hands with unnatural fingers slipped into a deep pocket and took out a short staff. He also caressed the short stick lightly, then raised it and pointed it at Wormtail.

Wormtail's robe was stained with blood and glowed-it turned out that he had wrapped his broken arm in it. "Master..." He choked up, "Master..., you promised... you did promise..."

"Extend your arm," Voldemort said lazily.

"Oh, master...thank you, master..."

He handed out the **** stump, but Voldemort smiled again. "Wormtail, another arm."

"Master, please... please..."

Voldemort knelt down and pulled out Wormtail's left hand. He pushed the sleeve of Wormtail's robe over his elbow. Cronos saw a piece of skin on his skin, like a bright red tattoo-it was a skull with a snake sticking out of his mouth-exactly the same as the one that appeared in the sky of the Quidditch World Cup: The Dark Demon Mark ~www.readwn.com~ Voldemort ignored Wormtail's unstoppable sobbing and examined it carefully.

"It's back," he said softly, "They must have noticed...now we will see...now we will know..."

He pressed the long, white index finger to the mark on Wormtail's arm.

Harry and Wormtail exclaimed at the same time, and the scar on his father's forehead was violently aching like a fire.

There was a cruel expression of contentment on Voldemort's face. He stood up straight, turned his head, and looked around the dark grave.

"How many people will dare to come back boldly when they feel that I am resurrected?" He murmured, his shiny red eyes staring at the stars. "How many people will leave stupidly?"

He started pacing, and about a minute later, he suddenly turned to look at Cronos.

"Kronos, how is it?" He said softly, "Did you confirm what I said to you?"

"What? What?" Although Harry was in pain, his brain was very clear. Next, he saw Chronos dazedly and nodded blankly.

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