Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

After that black thing stuffed in, Harry couldn't make a sound and had to struggle desperately.

But it didn't work at all, his hands and feet were tied up and he had completely lost his ability to move.

His body trembled uncontrollably, and the man in the cloak began to reach out and stroke over him.

Hearing a rush and slight breath coming out of his hood, Harry continued to fight hard and the man hit him.

Anxiety mixes with humiliation, and Harry Woo doesn't know what he's talking about.

Ivan hastily grabbed him from behind, silenced him, and did not struggle to resist, which made no sense at all.

They can't do anything right now but wait in peace and wait for Voldemort's return...

After the other party was busy checking that the rope was tied tightly and making sure that Harry had been tied so tightly that he couldn't move, he glanced at Ivan along the rope and hesitated for a moment. He probably thought Ivan was just a scared little girl and wouldn't interfere with the next magic, so he left him alone.

He left the two men in the grass and, without a word, hurried away.

Behind Harry, Ivan lifted his head forcefully through the thick fog, and he saw a stone crucible in front of them.

Voldemort is beneath the crucible, in that infantile baggage, restless and agitated.

Harry also looked at it and fear and despair spread in his body.

His scar hurts so hot, he suddenly realizes he doesn't want to see what's in the baggage, he doesn't want the baggage to open...

Something terrible was about to happen and he suddenly realized that he and Gabriel might be dying here.

Just like Cedric, who just died, and the body was experimented with by evil vampires...

The next second Ivan hears the sound on his feet, looking down, he sees a snake roaming the grass.

It slipped toward the two of them, vomiting its followers, and Tiger looked at Evan and Harry, seemingly unable to resist swallowing them.

There was a hissing sound in the baggage, and the serpent retreated a distance and unwillingly circled around them.

The man in the cloak started pouring water into the crucible and could hear the splash of water.

This stone crucible is huge and bigger than any crucible Evan has ever seen, allowing an adult to sit inside.

Things in the baggage on the ground are moving harder as if they were going to break free.

All of a sudden, crucified green flames burst, and evil jumped in the flames.

The liquid in the crucible seemed to warm up quickly, and not only did the surface begin to boil, but sparks erupted, like it was burning.

The vapors grew thicker, the fog grew thicker around them, and the shadows of the men who took care of the flames became blurred.

The baggage moved even faster, and they heard Voldemort's sharp, cold voice again.

“Quick!”

Now the whole surface of the water is sparkling like diamonds.

“Burn it, master!” Men's voices tremble irresistibly, as if they were afraid of fate.

“Now...” the cold voice said.

He ripped the baggage off the floor and revealed what was inside.

In front of Evan, Harry made another shout, but was stuck with something in his mouth.

Ivan looked ahead with a glance, his eyes were not turned...

The baggage was unlocked as if a rock had been slammed open to reveal a sticky, eyeless and ugly object.

No, it's scarier than that. It's a hundred times scarier!

Voldemort now looks like a curled baby, but there's nothing less like it.

It has no hair and is like scales, dark leather, red and red, like injured tender flesh.

Its arms and legs are thin and soft, its face...

No living child has such a face, a flat snake face with shiny red eyes.

It seemed totally insensitive and lifted its fine arms around the man's neck in front of it.

At this time, the egg on the man's head fell and he could see the pale, weak face with fear and anxiety, and a little madness. He was glorified to revive Voldemort, an evil magic enough to be recorded in history!

He took Voldemort to the edge of the crucible, and the waterflower that was running on the surface of the potion lit up that evil flat face.

Then Voldemort was crucified and it sank as it hissed.

Even at some distance, he was able to hear the gentle sound of his soft body touching the crucible bottom.

“Here we go!” Ivan muttered, holding the wand tightly in his hand.

Harry also prayed constantly to drown it.

The scar on his forehead is almost unbearable. Please, let it drown...

The man started talking, and his low voice was trembling, like he was freaking out.

He raised his wand, closed his eyes, and shouted, “Father's bones, donated by accident, can bring your son back to life! ”

Inside the baggage on the ground, a tiny strand of dust responded to his call and rose into the air, falling gently into the crucible.

The diamond-like liquid splattered, hissing, sparking and turning bright red blue, poisonous at first glance.

Evan had asked Lupin and Sirius to look for Voldemort's father's grave, but long before that, what was inside had been taken away by Voldemort's men, leaving only one ruined tombstone. When Voldemort encountered vampires in the Albanian forest, the plan was already being planned.

Before the crucible, the man's body trembled violently with the flame, and he paused for a while.

He then drew a long, thin, silver dagger from the cloak, his voice twisted in trembling.

“The flesh of the servant is voluntarily donated to rebirth your master! ”

He reached out his right hand and then held the dagger tightly with his left hand, waving it toward his right hand.

Ivan and Harry both subconsciously closed their eyes, and in a painful scream and wheezing, they heard a disgusting flutter, the dagger fell to the ground, and then something was thrown into the crucible, the man's arm, the flesh and blood blurred.

Ivan has seen similar descriptions in countless black magic books, but never thought to see them with his own eyes.

This is an evil magic, the most evil and the most horrible ritual in the general sense.

Harry was also breathing painfully, pushing the thin air into his lungs.

The man swung the dagger as if he had been stabbed.

In the crucible, the potion turned fire red, and the strong light shoots into their closed curtains...