Hogwarts of a certain magic

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In the cemetery,

The Death Eaters all knelt to the ground, shivering.

The resurrected Voldemort tortured several servants routinely and tried the feel; he stepped on Malfoy's hair and tried his feet.

Not bad, really good!It is a familiar taste.

Wormtail sobbed there, his hand was gone, and he threw it in the resurrection soup to provide Voldemort with his body.

At this time, there was too much blood loss and pain.

The rebirth of Voldemort requires three things: green lotus root as bone, lotus leaf as clothing, supplemented by real fire of Samadhi...

Cough... It should be: the father's skeleton is bone, the mouse's tail juice, supplemented by Harry's blood.

Thanks to these three treasures, Voldemort has been resurrected.

He walked barefoot and walked to Wormtail.He obviously enjoyed Wormtail's screams.

Especially the expression on his face is full of mockery, as if looking at a piece of garbage.

Over the past year or so, Wormtail has also been regarded as a frontrunner, treating Voldemort as his father.

But after Voldemort put on his clothes, he turned his face and didn't recognize anyone.

"You came back to me not out of loyalty, but fear of being caught by Stark. You deserve to endure this pain.

Wormtail, you know this, don't you?"He husky.

"Yes, master," Wormtail groaned, "but please, master...please...seeing how long I have taken care of you...I help you..."

"Yeah, anyway, you helped me get a physical body." Voldemort said coldly, watching Wormtail sobbing on the ground.

"Even though you are a despicable traitor, you helped me... The Dark Lord never treats anyone who has helped him..."

Voldemort lifted his wand lightly and drew a band of light like molten silver.

At first there was no shape, then the light ribbon twisted and turned into a gleaming human hand.

It flew down and rested on Wormtail's bleeding wrist.

Wormtail stopped sobbing, breathing heavily and harshly.

He raised his head and looked at the silver hand in disbelief.It was seamlessly attached to his arm, as if he was wearing a dazzling glove.

He tried to bend his shining fingers, and tremblingly picked up a stone from the ground, and easily squeezed it into powder.

Strong and powerful silver right hand!

"My master," Peter said softly, "Master, it's so beautiful...thank you...thank you..."

He crawled over on his knees and kissed Voldemort's robe.

"I hope your loyalty will not waver, Wormtail," Voldemort said in disgust.

"No, my master... never..."

Wormtail stood up and joined the circle, still with tears on his face, repeatedly looking at his powerful novice.

Voldemort walked around in the circle, came to the biggest gap, and looked at it with hollow red eyes as if someone was standing there.

"There are seven Death Eaters missing here...Four died for me, and one didn't have the guts to come back...will pay the price." He sneered.

"The other one, I think he will leave me forever... Of course he will be executed..."

Voldemort was a little disappointed, it seemed that the servant who was leaving forever disappointed him.He originally valued him more.

But Voldemort's expression immediately became excited."The other one is still my most loyal servant. He has served me again."

There was a small commotion among the Death Eaters, and the masked men exchanged glances secretly.

"He is at Hogwarts, my loyal servant, thanks to his efforts, our little friend will be here tonight..."

The gazes of a circle of people rushed to Harry.

Harry struggled, stuffed with underwear Wormtail didn't know where he got, but couldn't move.

"Yes," Voldemort smiled from his lipsless mouth.

"Harry Potter is coming to my rebirth party. We might even call him my special guest..."

"My dear Tom, you are hosting a rebirth party here, and you didn't invite me?" A voice suddenly echoed all around.

"I'm still not your best friend? Every time I swear to others, I always use you as a guarantor!"

Everyone was shocked and raised their heads, who in the end dared to say such a thing.

I saw a young wizard walking slowly through the darkness and never far away.

He was wearing a gorgeous blue robe, dark green pupils, holding a magic wand in his right hand, and wearing a long sword at his waist.

Seeing Stark appear, the Death Eaters were restless.

Regardless of whether he has fought or not, his reputation is there, and everyone knows that he is very powerful.

But what kind of scene is this... Voldemort is resurrected, dare to come?Not afraid of death?

William walked along, as if he was really not afraid of death, and regarded Voldemort as nothing.

Malfoy stared at William, a little jealous.

It is really extraordinary, especially the right hand magic wand, left waist long sword...It is so extraordinary, it makes people feel ashamed.

"Stark...you...Dumbledore is here too?" Voldemort took a breath and turned to search.

"Where do you need the principal to come, he is old, his legs are inconvenient, and he doesn't like to participate in such activities."

William Apparated and appeared beside Harry.

"Why, you want to kill Harry? He is your half-brother!"

Harry was tied to the tombstone and struggled.

William snapped his fingers, and the rope tied to him automatically fell off.

William threw Harry's wand to him, and said calmly: "Harry, I'm here to pick you up back to school."

"Hermione won the Triwizard Tournament, and Gryffindor is preparing to host a grand celebration party.

Professor McGonagall asked me to ask you... why are you late.

She is very upset."

Harry was so excited, his pupils were a little wet.He just thought he was going to die.

But I didn't expect William to come!

"I'm sorry, William... Voldemort was resurrected because I..." Harry choked.

"Then take up the wand and kill him, don't you dare?" William asked, staring into Harry's eyes.

Harry looked at William, completely stunned.

"Haha, you child is so arrogant and cute." Voldemort laughed.

William didn't talk nonsense. Suddenly the Apparition appeared and appeared beside Voldemort, and the sword flashed past and struck his robes.

Voldemort did not expect William to be so fast, nor did he expect that his fighting style would be the same as that of Muggles.

He originally thought that the sword was just decoration.

Unexpectedly, his arm was loose with a pain, and the wand fell to the ground.

Voldemort stepped back immediately.

This scene has happened countless times in the time loop, and William closed his eyes, knowing Voldemort's next move.

He was silent, like a cheetah leaping out of the jungle, and rushed to Voldemort.

William, with his agility beyond imagination, had a beautiful knee but was held by Voldemort's hands.

But it was another left jab, which still hit Voldemort's forehead firmly.

While Voldemort flew backwards like a kite, without a rod in his right hand, he cast a spell without a staff.

William has been bitten more than twenty times, and he has a long memory. He saw a fancy sword flower, directly cut off the snake head.

William strode forward, apparition again.

He seemed to have already reached where Voldemort would go, and he lifted his foot directly.

In the eyes of everyone, it was more like Voldemort leaning forward, just being kicked in the side of the waist.

The Black Demon flew out, but his body was like a snake, glide with ghosts, and finally bent his knees and his hands and feet to cling to a tombstone.

Voldemort's eyes were red, and he spit out blood.

William remained unscathed.

The Death Eaters were in an uproar, seemingly unbelievable.

Red blood mixed with saliva and saliva fell to the ground, and Voldemort squeezed out a smile:

"Mudblood's despicable moves... let you see what is called magic!"

He hooked his right hand and the wand returned to his hand.

Voldemort raised his wand and aimed it at the cliff on the left side of the mountain. After a moment of silence, there was a series of endless rumblings in the air.

I saw the wall of the gorge that was hundreds of meters away, split in two, and there were continuous rocks rolling into the cemetery, stirring up a lot of dust.

The mountain slammed at William again.

William, who had been smashed thousands of times, finally calmly said:

"Always this trick, can it be something new?"

He didn't move a bit, his right hand made an arc, causing ripples, and the wand in his hand began to wave, almost dazzling.

The surrounding wind seemed to stand still for a moment, and a lot of flying dust stopped in the air.

After moving again and again, a strong wind suddenly rose between the heaven and the earth.

The gale is like a tornado, rushing towards the oncoming cliff.

In the next scene, shocking the world, the cliff rushed past the overwhelming wind blade.

The strong wind seeped into the boulder, first tore out cracks, and then rotted the 100-meter boulder into hundreds of pieces of rubble.

William smiled and said, "Fighting the barrier for eight years...only familiar with it."

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