Chapter 499 Resurrection Ceremony

In a world without color, Crouch's body was filled with surging and majestic black and gray magic. Sticky blood and slippery muscles were entangled with magic, sticky and attached to the bones.

The stench of rotting limbs was diffused, and Crouch's skin looked even paler under the light of the fire. Loren saw his body shake, and the magic on his body quickly gathered to his chest.

The flesh and blood seemed to be pulled away, and the four limbs and limbs quickly dried and shrank, leaving only a layer of withered skin covering the bones, which was even more twisted than a house elf.

The skin on the face began to collapse, and the muscles that lost their elasticity could no longer support the organs. The lips, nose and ears on Crouch's face collapsed and hung precariously on the skull.

His chest quickly filled up, and his heart hit the ribs vigorously, making a dull sound. Under Bellatrix's admiring gaze, the tattered clothes were pushed aside by a slender limb, revealing a monster that had drilled out of the chest of the body.

As soon as he saw the monster, a knife-like pain surged from the scar on Harry's forehead, as if two cranes were hooking the scar and dragging it in two directions. The intense pain almost opened Harry's skull.

What kind of monster was that?

A sticky, ugly meat ball, with tender flesh, four weird limbs, thin and soft, like a curled up baby; or like a deformed snake, with dark pink skin wrinkled together, as if with scales, and a flat snake face with a pair of vertical pupils glowing scarlet.

Because of its appearance, the dim moonlight was stained with a hint of weirdness.

Loren looked up at Crouch's chest. He still remembered the ghost state of Voldemort he had seen in the dormitory a few years ago. At that time, Voldemort was between the entity and the virtual body, between life and death, with weak magic power, and could only simply possess and pass through walls.

Voldemort's ghost was bound to the human world because of the Horcrux, but it was also involved with the curtain of death and could not integrate into the normal world.

Now this monster body is also the embodiment of the ghost, but compared with the loose gray mist, the flesh and blood of the entity contains vigorous vitality and can better heal the soul. If he is not mistaken, this snake baby monster has absorbed Crouch's magic and life, and added unicorn blood to its body...

If his original state is a balanced scale, one end is the bond of life represented by the Horcrux, and the other end is the irresistible call of the world of death. His many materials with vigorous vitality have broken the balance between life and death.

Now, he has to create a suitable body for himself.

Crouch's dilapidated body has completed its mission and leaned back weakly. The monster fell into the crucible with a plop, and the splashing water fell into the woodpile, instantly evaporating into water vapor, making a hissing sound.

Bellatrix looked at this scene with reverence. After taking a deep breath, she raised her wand, closed her eyes devoutly, and said to the night sky with a trembling voice:

"Father's bones, donated unintentionally, can make your son reborn!"

"Crack..."

The tomb with the name "Tom Riddle" cracked, and a small wisp of dust rose from the ground where the body was buried, rising into the air, and the ashes gently fell into the crucible under the call.

"Hiss..."

Instantly, water splashed everywhere, and the liquid surface that was shining silver like diamonds suddenly turned into bright blue.

A few drops of liquid splashed on Crouch's body under the crucible. The withered skin was only stained with a little bit, and it immediately became bloody and fleshy, and a few wisps of dark mist rose.

Bellatrix had a crazy smile on her face, rolled up the sleeve of her left hand, and from the exposed white arm, it could be vaguely seen that she was once a beautiful woman. With her right hand, she pulled out a dagger with a cold glow from her cloak, and her voice trembled even more:

"The flesh of a servant, voluntarily donated, can bring your master back to life."

Bellatrix swung the dagger with a fierce expression, the thin metal blade pierced through the flesh, and the sound of the night wind passing through the corridor was heard when blood splashed out of the blood vessels, followed by her suppressed and restrained cry of pain.

With a plop, the arm fell into the crucible.

The potion turned fiery red, shining with a light stronger than the fire.

Bellatrix took a few deep breaths greedily, and came to Harry with painful gasps. The smile on her face became more hideous and twisted because of the pain she endured:

"The blood of your enemies, forced to donate, can revive your enemies!"

The one-armed man held the silver dagger against Harry's arm, pressing the skin a little bit, and piercing it easily at a certain moment. The blood of both of them flowed down the sleeves, dripping on the stone sculptures and grass, reflecting the fire and moonlight, and the scarlet was full of weirdness.

Harry struggled a few times, his eyes gradually became indifferent, and he watched coldly as she took out a small glass bottle from her pocket with trembling hands and placed it on the wound to collect a small amount of blood.

When the blood was poured into the crucible, the liquid inside immediately turned into a dazzling milky white. Diamond-like fine brilliance splashed out, and it was hard to tell whether it was water or sparks. It was bright and dazzling, and everything around it turned into the color of black velvet.

Loren carefully observed the ritual process, suppressed his nervousness and anxiety, and then memorized the materials and spells he could guess.

He looked up at the narrow moon hook, wondering whether the celestial phenomena would affect the ritual, and whether the spells would be different when the moon was full or when it was crescent...

The whole ceremony seemed to be brewing a potion, or a profound spell. The three offerings were both materials and parameters. Relatives, servants, and enemies corresponded to bones, flesh, and blood, and constructed a unique physical body.

Finally, Voldemort's ghost was added, and the resurrection ceremony was complete.

"Crackle..."

The flames burned more and more vigorously, and more and more fiercely. A stream of white water vapor rose from the crucible, turning into a thick white mist. Through the surging and blurry exhalation, bright yellow flames rose from the firewood under the crucible and engulfed the entire crucible in flames.

The strange mixture in the white mist surged and boiled, and the liquid showed a mixture of pale and pink, as if some tender flesh and bones were stirred into pulp, and strands of blood vessels condensed in the pulp.

After an unknown period of time, the mixture turned into a vague human figure. A black figure of a man walked out of the thick fog. He was tall but thin, like a skeleton, and his whole body was pale. Still with a snake-like face, two vertical pupils in the eye sockets, and two slit-like air holes where the nose should be.

Unconsciously, the thick white mist turned into pure black mist, which fell on the man's shoulders and turned into a spacious black robe.

Harry had only one thought in his mind:

Voldemort has resurrected.