Chapter 692: Resurrection From the Bones

"It's you!" Harry gasped.

While the man in black robe was tying him up, Harry quickly recognized the man who had wanted to kill Cedric with a curse.

"Barty Crouch II! Shouldn't you be dead?" Harry shouted angrily.

But Barty Crouch was busy tying him up. He said nothing and was busy checking whether the rope was tight.

His fingers trembled as he touched the knots in the rope.

Fan Lin frowned. He hid behind the tombstone and could naturally see Barty Crouch's performance.

This is not a fool like Peter Pettigrew. Barty Crouch Jr.'s face is full of excitement, and his god is about to return.

It wasn't until Barty Crouch was sure that Harry was tied to the tombstone that he couldn't move a step, that he took out something black from his cloak and stuffed it into Harry's mouth.

Then, without saying a word, he turned around and ran away quickly. Harry couldn't scream anything, and couldn't see where Barty Crouch Jr. was running.

… He couldn’t turn his head to look behind the tombstone, he could only see what was directly in front of him. Cedric has been taken away by the vampire. As expected, Cedric...

In his place, the Tri-Wizard Tournament trophy sparkled in the starlight.

Harry's wand lay on the grass next to his feet.

The pile of clothes that Harry had thought was the baby's clothes was also nearby, at the foot of the tombstone. The pile seemed to be trembling with annoyance. As Harry looked at it, the pain in his wound returned... and he suddenly realized that he didn't want to see what was in the pile of clothes... he didn't want to see the bundle opened.

He could hear the sound beneath his feet. He looked down. ...A giant snake is swimming among the grass. Swimming around the tombstone that Harry was tied to.

Barty Crouch Jr.'s rapid breathing sounded again. It sounded like he was pushing something heavy across the grass.

In a moment he appeared in Harry's field of vision.

Now Harry could see that he was pushing a large stone cauldron towards the tombstone. The cauldron seemed to be filled with water - Harry could tell from the sound of splashing around - and the cauldron seemed to be filled with water. It was the largest one Harry had ever seen.

It's big enough to fit a grown man inside. The thing inside the colored clothes on the grass was stirring more intensely, as if it was trying to struggle out. Now Barty Crouch Jr. was busy at the bottom of the big boiler with a wand.

Suddenly, a crackling flame emerged from the bottom of the pot. The big snake slithered away and disappeared into the darkness. The liquid in the big steam pot seems to be easily heated. Not only were bubbles rising from the surface of the liquid, but sparks were also coming in and out, as if it were on fire. The action under the cloak became more intense.

Then Harry heard the high and cold voice again: "Hurry up!" The entire surface of the pot of water was covered with sparks, and it looked like it was studded with diamonds.

"Ready, Master." Barty Crouch Jr.'s voice became uncontrollably enthusiastic.

Helping the Dark Lord resurrect is, without a doubt, a supreme honor.

"Start now..." The cold voice sounded.

Barty Crouch Jr. walked over respectfully, then pulled open the bag of clothes on the grass to reveal the contents. Harry let out a cry - but it was muffled by the mass in his mouth.

It's as if Barty Crouch Jr. took out a rock and revealed something ugly, mean, stupid, but worse, a hundred times worse.

The thing had the shape of a human child on its knees.

But Harry had never seen anything so unchildlike - it had no hair and was covered in scales. Its back is bare and black and red. Its arms and legs were thin and fragile, and its face—never a face like that of a child—was flat, snake-headed, and had gleaming red eyes.

The little thing looked so helpless. It raised its tiny arms and wrapped them around Barty Crouch's neck.

Barty Crouch Jr. picked it up.

At this moment, its hood fell back. When he carried the little thing to the edge of the big boiler, by the light of the fire, Harry saw the disgust on Barty Crouch Jr.'s thin and pale face. expression.

After a while, Harry saw the little thing's evil flat face glowing in the sparks dancing and flickering on the water's surface.

Then Barty Crouch Jr. put the little thing into the pot. There was a hissing sound in the distance, and then the thing disappeared from the water.

Of course, Harry was not the only one who was shocked. Fan Lin was also shocked. He was shocked by Voldemort's current appearance.

Snake-like body.

It seems that Voldemort's alchemy of the human body has reached a peak.

Fan Lin has met Slytherin's ancestors, but none of them have reached the assimilation rate as high as Voldemort's. If he hadn't maintained his human form, Voldemort would have been a python.

What would happen if he took Harry away now?

Barty Crouch Jr. buried his master with his own hands. There is no doubt that the resurrection technique has already begun. It has all started quietly since Voldemort entered the boiler.

Harry heard the soft sound of its weak body hitting the bottom of the pot. "Drown it," Harry expected in his heart. His wounds were so painful that he could hardly bear it. "Please...drown it..."

Barty Crouch Jr. was mumbling something.

His voice trembled. He looked frightened, or rather awed, by this creature beyond intelligence.

He raised his wand, closed his eyes, and shouted to the night sky: "Bone of the father, unknoingly given, you ill your son. Take a chance!)"

Suddenly, the graveyard beneath Harry's feet cracked.

Harry was horrified to see a beautiful stream of dust rising into the air under Barty Crouch Jr.'s spell, and then gently falling into the pot.

The diamond-like water cracked. Hissing. Sparks flew everywhere. The water turned a bright, poisonous deep blue.

Now Barty Crouch Jr. began to sob softly, and he pulled out a long, narrow, bright silver sword from inside his clothes. His voice turned into a stiff, warm cry again.

"Flesh of the servant, illingly given, you ill revive your master. (Flesh of the servant, illingly given, you ill revive your master.)"

Barty Crouch Jr. stretched out his left hand. He held the silver sword tightly in his right hand and swung it forward.

It took less than a second for Harry to realize what Barty Crouch Jr. was about to do.

——He closed his eyes tightly. But he couldn't stop the scream that pierced the night sky.

The cry went through Harry's eardrums as if he too had been pierced by the silver sword.

Then he heard something fall to the ground. Wentyre's pained gasp was heard, followed by a sickening splash.

It seemed like something had fallen into the pot. Harry couldn't help but look over...but the pot of water had turned fiery red. Its dazzling light penetrated Harry's eyes...

Barty Crouch Jr. gasped for air and groaned in pain.

It wasn't until Harry felt Crouch's painful breath blowing on his face that he realized Crouch was standing directly in front of him. "Biood of the enemy, forcibly taken you ill resurrect your foe. (The blood of the enemy...conquered through force...you will...resurrect your opponent...)"

There was nothing Harry could do about it, he was tied too tight... Glancing down, struggling desperately in the ropes, he saw the bright dagger swinging in Crouch's hand. (To be continued)