Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

In the open space, all that remains is a painful gasp and groan, roaming back and forth in the air.

Ivan opened his eyes and watched all this quietly. It was almost done, just one last step...

The man wandered to them, and the blood had stained his black robe red.

In total disregard, he let the blood splash and the last bit of madness flashed on his face.

“The blood of your enemies is forcibly given to revive your enemies!” He indifferently said that almost every effort had been made to shout it out.

Harry struggled desperately to break free of the rope that tied him.

He saw a silver-wielding dagger shaking in the hand of the man in front of him and stabbed himself.

Harry can't move, he can only watch each other move.

The next second, he felt the tip of the dagger pierced his arm, and the pain of drilling, blood dripping down his torn robe sleeve.

The man, still breathing painfully, shook a small glass bottle out of his pocket and placed it next to Harry's wound.

A little blood bled into the bottle, and he swayed towards the crucible with Harry's blood and poured it in.

The liquid in the crucible immediately turned dazzling white with a sticky white liquid that smelled bloody.

The man completed his task, kneeling beside a crucible, twisted, paralyzed on the ground, and gasped with his own bleeding broken arm.

Next to him, the crucible boiled violently, and the diamond-like Mars splattered so brightly.

“Success!” Ivan stared closely at the stone crucible, and Voldemort used Harry's blood to resurrect.

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

Suddenly, all the mars on the crucible were extinguished.

A white vapor rises from the crucible and merges with the surrounding fog to conceal everything.

Sensory shielding has lost its effect, and the mystery of anxiety is getting stronger and stronger, which is a creepy feeling.

Through that thick white fog, they saw a man's black figure slowly rising in the crucible.

He was tall and skinny, like a skeleton, pale and weird.

“Get dressed!” The cold, sharp voice said behind the vapor.

The man who moaned on the ground hurriedly climbed up and still protected his broken arm.

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

The skinny man stepped out of the crucible, put on his clothes, and his red eyes stared dead at Harry.

Harry saw a face that had often appeared in his nightmare for three years, paler than a skeleton, with two big eyes red, a flat nose like a snake's nose, and two fine stitches in the nostrils...

Voldemort is resurrected

Voldemort shifted his gaze away from Harry, didn't even look at Ivan beside him, and began to examine his body.

His hands were like a big white spider, his elongated, pale fingers stroking his body, one inch after another...

Thighs, chest, arms, face, he moves slowly, fine and gentle.

Those red eyes look brighter in the dark, and the pupils are two stitches, like cat eyes.

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

Voldemort was immersed in the joy of his new body. After many years, he finally returned to the reanimation as he wished, ignoring the man who had fallen to the ground bleeding and twitching, and ignoring Evan, Harry and the serpent.

It came back swimming, hissing around Ivan and Harry.

The atmosphere was strange and quiet, and the time seemed to be incredibly long.

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

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

Keresis gave himself the key to the door in his arms, which he had activated when he first arrived.

There's still a period of time before they can leave here.

If something unexpected happens during this period, you can use what Dumbledore has given you...

Finally, Voldemort looks satisfied after examining his new body.

He stuck his incredible finger in a deep pocket and pulled out a wand.

He stroked the wand again gently, then raised the wand in high altitude and gave a grim, sharp smile.

“I'm back!” He whispered, "How many more remember me! ”

Voldemort shook his wand and the Dark Devil's mark suddenly appeared in the air, spitting a snake in his green skull mouth.

It faintly becomes more visible in mid-air, and the higher it rises, Voldemort details it carefully.

“They'll all notice it, and now we'll see, we'll know...” Voldemort's face shows cruel pride.

He straightened his waist, flashed his head and swept through the desolate open space.

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

He started walking back and forth in front of Ivan and Harry, looking at the open space from time to time.

As for the man who moaned on the ground, he didn't even look at it, as if he was a useless piece of trash.

The man stopped bleeding himself in a special way, but he was still weak and dying.

The vampire who had surrendered to Voldemort did not seem to have thought that his new master would be so heartless that he could not help but plead.

Ivan watched it coldly, counted the time, and grabbed Harry tightly with one hand.

All of a sudden, Voldemort pointed his wand at that bunch of things on the ground, and they took off and landed high in front of Evan and Harry.

This is the ashes of his father, one of the essentials of his resurrection, now completely useless.

Voldemort's gaze fell on Harry again, his snake face twisted, revealing a brutal smile.

“Harry Potter, we meet again! ”

He sighed softly, “These bones, he used to belong to my father, he was a Muggle and Stupid, just like your own mother. But they're all useful, aren't they? When you were little, your mother died trying to protect you, and I killed my father. Look how useful he was when he died..."

Voldemort laughed again. He walked back and forth, looking around, and the snake was still roaming the grass.

“My mother was a wizard, she fell in love with him, she fell in love with the Muggle, but when she told her who she was, he abandoned her, and my father didn't like magic! Voldemort whispered," Like all stupid Muggles, he left her and went back to his Muggle parents, when I wasn't born. ”