Chapter 514 Voldemort Prepares to Force an Explanation

"Ah——"

The sharp pain of the dagger piercing his body made Harry wake up instantly.

When he opened his eyes, what he saw was the hideous face of Barty Crouch Jr. His eyes were crazy, but there seemed to be an extremely excited look in his madness.

Who is he?

Harry was a little confused.

"Harry... Potter..."

Barty Crouch Jr. grinned, "You finally woke up! Without you as an audience, this resurrection ceremony would still lack a little fun."

"Open your eyes and take a look!"

"The Dark Lord will return!"

Barty Crouch Jr. pulled out the dagger, then walked quickly to the cauldron and let Harry's blood flow into the cauldron along the dagger.

"Ah!!" Harry cried out in pain.

Resurrection ceremony?

That's right! I was... knocked unconscious by Peter Pettigrew.

Harry finally remembered.

He endured the severe pain and looked around quickly. Sure enough, he saw Peter Pettigrew, the shameful betrayer, next to the cauldron.

What's going on?

Is Voldemort going to be resurrected?

Harry felt a little regretful.

At this moment, Harry hated his arrogant self so much.

"Peter, what's going on?" Harry asked loudly.

Peter Pettigrew looked at Harry with a playful look on his face, "Be patient, kid, you'll understand soon."

As if to prove Peter Pettigrew's words, the potion in the cauldron began to boil violently, and a raging flame ignited in the blink of an eye.

The flames instantly engulfed the cauldron, burned in the air for a while, and then extinguished in the blink of an eye.

The pale and ugly baby stretched and grew bigger in a squirming, surrounded by black air, constantly converging towards the body.

When everything was over, Voldemort in a black robe finally regained his life.

His flesh and blood continued to be enriched, and his facial features gradually became clear.

Voldemort stretched out his pale palm, carefully stroking the new body, feeling the surging magic power in his body.

He, Voldemort, was finally resurrected!

Harry looked at Voldemort with fear on his face. Even though this was the first time Harry saw him, he knew in his heart that this person was Voldemort.

He was resurrected!!!

Harry felt bitter in his heart. He felt that he was so stupid before.

He knew that Voldemort wanted to catch him, but he was still arrogant and left the castle alone, trying to lure Snape out and expose his true face.

But the person who appeared was not Snape at all.

It was Peter Pettigrew.

What's more ridiculous is that he couldn't even beat Peter Pettigrew.

It was because of his stupidity that Voldemort was resurrected.

At this moment, Harry wanted to beat his previous self to death.

He didn't know how to face Dumbledore, Sirius, Professor McGonagall, Professor Lupin, Ron, Andy and others.

Should he tell them that it was because of his stupidity that Voldemort was successfully resurrected?

Harry was immediately disheartened.

He was now in Voldemort's hands, with two Death Eaters beside him. He was tied to a stone tablet without even a wand in his hand.

Harry had no idea how to get out.

"Hehe..."

On the other side, Voldemort chuckled, looked at his body with great satisfaction, and then slowly walked to Barty Crouch Jr.

"My wand, Barty Jr." Voldemort said softly.

Barty Crouch Jr. looked at Voldemort excitedly, and took out a wand from his pocket with his only remaining right hand. It was Voldemort's wand.

Yew wood, phoenix tail feathers, 13.5 inches.

Voldemort took the wand and gently waved it on Barty Crouch Jr.'s broken left hand, and a complete hand instantly grew out of his wrist.

"Thank you, Voldemort." Barty Crouch Jr. said enthusiastically.

As a Death Eater, Barty Crouch Jr. did not call Voldemort his master or the Dark Lord like others did.

He had a very special relationship with Voldemort.

He regarded Voldemort as a father figure. He worshipped Voldemort fanatically and was willing to give everything for Voldemort.

He knew that Voldemort was a half-blood, but he never cared.

Voldemort also trusted Barty Crouch Jr. very much. He even told Barty Crouch Jr. his real name, Tom Riddle, and the experience of killing his father.

If possible, Barty Crouch Jr. would be willing to kill his biological father with his own hands, and then kneel at Voldemort's feet and recognize him as his father.

"It's nice to see you again, Barty Jr." Voldemort said softly, with a hint of nostalgia in his tone.

Barty Crouch Jr. was also very excited. Voldemort finally returned and they could restore their former glory.

After chatting with Barty Crouch Jr. for a few words, Voldemort summoned the remaining Death Eaters with the Dark Mark.

In the gloomy cemetery, more than a dozen figures appeared. They were wearing black robes and Death Eater masks on their faces. Among them was Malfoy's father, Lucius Malfoy.

"Welcome, my friend."

Voldemort looked at the people who had arrived and said casually, "It's been thirteen years... Today you have gathered in front of me again, and everything seems to have happened yesterday."

"I admit that I am a little... disappointed!"

"None of you tried to find me..."

Voldemort called their names and took off their masks one by one.

"And you... Lucius!"

Looking at the resurrected Voldemort, Lucius Malfoy was pale and almost desperate.

Like Peter Pettigrew, Lucius was also a betrayer.

But the difference is that he betrayed Voldemort!

Out of fear of Voldemort, Lucius had to show his loyalty to Voldemort again.

He knelt on the ground, looked up at Voldemort, his face full of humility, and his tone contained endless fear, "Master... You are finally resurrected."

"I must admit that I disappointed you before... But I will prove to you, my master, I have been loyal to you from beginning to end."

"Malfoy!" Harry suddenly shouted.

Malfoy's father is indeed a Death Eater!

"Oh, Harry~"

Voldemort turned his head and said in a mocking tone: "I almost forgot you were still here."

"How should I introduce you? In this period of time, you have become a figure as famous as me - the boy who survived."

"How many lies are there in your legend, Harry?"

"Do you want me to remind you what happened that night thirteen years ago? Do you want me to tell you what made me lose my magic?"

As the Dark Lord, Voldemort is now in urgent need of redemption.

He is ready to force an explanation!