Chapter 132 Potion that Can Bring People Back to Life

"That's enough!" Voldemort's expression was indifferent, his eyes were cold, "Severus, you have disappointed me!"

Then, he raised his wand——

"Crucio!"

Snape's face instantly turned pale, and he fell heavily to the ground, his whole body shaking involuntarily.

"This is just the beginning, Severus. Are you going to be unable to hold on any longer?" Looking at Snape's pale and trembling expression, Voldemort opened his mouth and showed a sickly smile.

Then, he turned to look at the Death Eaters sitting at the long table, his expression became fierce again, "Did you see it? This is the consequence of betraying me!"

The entire conference room in the bunker was silent, and all the Death Eaters were silent, leaving only Voldemort's gloomy voice still echoing in the room.

At this moment, Snape's weak, low voice suddenly sounded in the meeting room——

"Master... I really didn't betray you..." Under the severe torture of the Cruciatus Curse, his voice was extremely low and hoarse, but it revealed an extreme determination.

Seeing Snape's determined expression, Voldemort couldn't help but hesitate.

"Are you still being stubborn, Severus?" he asked softly.

"I'm not being harsh... I'm just stating a fact..." Snape took advantage of Voldemort's relaxation to take a slight breath and panted heavily.

Voldemort's eyes were condensed, and although his expression was still as cold as ever, the Cruciatus Curse that he was casting finally stopped unconsciously.

"Forget it, arrest him." He waved his hand to the Death Eater beside him.

Snape didn't struggle and allowed himself to be tied tightly with ropes.

The meeting room once again fell into deathly silence...

After this frightening silence, another green flame rising from the fireplace broke the dead atmosphere.

A black-haired young man with an extremely handsome face walked out of the flames.

Seeing the person coming, the expressions of all the Death Eaters present, and even Voldemort himself, became a little subtle.

From the perspective of Voldemort and the Death Eaters, there are roughly only two candidates for traitors on their side, and that is the only two people who can timely report the news to Dumbledore and Dracula who are staying at Hogwarts——

Severus Snape, now the Potions Professor, and Voldemort's doppelgänger, Defense Against the Dark Arts assistant Tom Riddle.

Only these two people who were originally staying at Hogwarts had the opportunity to notify Dracula in time and let him reach the Azkaban fortress before Voldemort.

Now as long as it can be proven that Voldemort's clone did not betray the Death Eater organization, we can basically conclude that Snape is a traitor to the organization! By then it will be useless no matter how hard he talks!

"Have you brought what I want?" Voldemort asked Riddle with a cold face, "I remember I said that this is your last chance. I hope you can take advantage of it!"

Riddle stared into Voldemort's scarlet eyes, and then smiled slightly.

"Fortunately!" he said.

At the same time, Riddle took out a slender crystal bottle from his pocket, which was filled with bright red blood.

Perhaps because he had experienced Riddle failing to complete his mission too many times, this time Voldemort couldn't help but show a surprised expression after taking the crystal bottle from Riddle's hand.

He pulled out the cap, stared at the blood in the bottle, and examined it carefully.

"Yes, this is indeed the blood of Harry Potter." Voldemort's eyes showed suppressed ecstasy, "I can feel that there is a kind of blood magic in it, which is specifically aimed at my guardian demon. curse."

Then, he turned his attention to Riddle, who had brought the blood, and waved his hand, "You did a good job this time. Is there any reward you want? Just ask, and I will try my best to fulfill your wish!"

"I don't need any reward." Riddle smiled and shook his head slightly. "You returning to your peak strength in time is the greatest benefit to a clone like me."

Voldemort looked even more satisfied and nodded to Riddle approvingly.

"Severus, is there anything else you want to say now?" He looked at Snape who was tightly bound and asked proudly.

"I... still maintain my previous views." Snape said firmly, "Remember to be careful about your clones..."

"At this point, are you still unwilling to admit that you are an undercover agent?" Voldemort said coldly, "Severus, if you admit it honestly, I might still look at you for your years of hard work. For my sake, I’ll leave you a way to survive.”

"But if you are still so stubborn... you must also know that I have countless ways to make life worse than death!"

"Admit it, Severus." Voldemort's voice was full of temptation, "Or...are the two words 'I admit' so difficult to express?"

"How can you admit something you haven't done before?"

Snape's expression had become numb, but his psychological defense was still very strong, and he refused to admit the "fact" that he was an undercover agent.

"Okay! You are very good!" Voldemort laughed angrily, "It seems that I have to let you see with your own eyes how I returned to my peak strength! You will regret leaving me!"

He clapped his hands.

A house elf appeared in the conference room carrying a huge cauldron two or three times larger than itself.

When the house elf saw Voldemort's twisted features and scarlet eyes, he took two steps back in fear.

Like many house elves, this one is also short, with bat-like ears, a slender nose, and protruding green eyes as big as tennis balls.

But unlike other house elves, if you look carefully, you may find that the elf's green eyes as big as tennis balls are not only filled with obedience to the wizard, but also contain some yearning for freedom.

"Come here and put the crucible in the middle of the table." Voldemort instructed it as a matter of course.

But the elf did not walk over obediently. Instead, it subconsciously took a step back while carrying the crucible.

"I asked you to come over!" Voldemort emphasized his tone and turned to look at Lucius, "Lucius, your house elf seems to have some ideas of his own!"

Seeing the rebellious behavior of his house elf, Lucius was so anxious that his face turned green.

He quickly stood up and reprimanded loudly: "Dobby, the Dark Lord asked you to put the crucible over, didn't you hear it?!"

The house elf named Dobby heard his master's order and was forced to walk to the middle of the long table and put down the huge cauldron in his hand with a look of struggle on his face.

"Go aside and punish yourself in front of the Dark Lord!" Lucius then reprimanded.

Dobby gave a comical choking sound and banged his head against the wall wildly.

"Bad Dobby...Bad Dobby...doesn't listen to his master..." The elf hit the wall painfully, making heavy noises.

At the same time, no one noticed that the house elf Dobby was still whispering in a voice that no one else could hear:

"Bad Dobby...Bad Dobby helped the Dark Lord who must not even be named...but Dobby didn't have the courage to resist..."

"Shut him up, Lucius," Voldemort said.

"Don't make any noise, Dobby!" Lucius said fiercely.

Dobby immediately closed his mouth, stopped banging against the wall, and instead used four tiny fingers to silently tear at his ears.

Voldemort glanced at the house elf and stopped paying too much attention.

His attention was now entirely focused on the cauldron that Dobby had moved.

The other Death Eaters also stared curiously at the huge cauldron in front of them, wondering what the Dark Lord wanted to do with this cauldron.

"Watch it, Severus." Under the curious eyes of all the Death Eaters, Voldemort suddenly said to Snape, "I understand that your knowledge of potions is profound enough, so this pot of potion was originally intended for I left it to you to cook...but you betrayed me."

"In that case...Avery!"

Avery walked out with a proud look on his face when his name was called, and glanced at Snape with disdain, obviously very satisfied with such a reward for nothing.

"This potion is not difficult to brew. I hope you won't disappoint me." Voldemort said coldly.

Avery nodded confidently and raised his wand towards the huge crucible——

“Clear water like a spring (aguamenti).”

A stream of water quickly gushes out from the tip of Avery's wand, and with the continuous splashing sound, the cauldron is gradually filled with water——

This cauldron is so big that when filled with water, it can completely submerge an adult sitting in it.

Voldemort looked at the cauldron filled with water, and the excitement in his eyes became more and more intense. He couldn't even control his own magical aura, and his black robes fluttered loudly.

Avery waved his wand again, scratched dots at the bottom of the crucible, and recited another spell——

"Indio."

A crackling fire burst out under the crucible, and the fire gradually increased in intensity.

Afterwards, Avery took out several prepared potion ingredients from a bag and added them to the crucible.

After another complicated operation, the water in the crucible gradually turned into a green color, emitting bursts of weird and unpleasant smells.

The liquid in the crucible gradually took on the appearance of a magic potion.

Under Voldemort's eager gaze, the potion in the crucible did not disappoint him, heating up very quickly.

Within two minutes, its surface not only began to boil, but also emitted strong sparks, as if it were burning.

The steam became thicker and thicker, and the figures of many Death Eaters present became blurry in the thick steam.

Voldemort's robes rumbled more violently.

"quick!"

His sharp, cold voice revealed strong urgency, expectation and fanaticism.

"It'll be fine soon, Master." Avery wiped the sweat from his head and said tremblingly.

After all, he was not a potion master like Snape. This potion, which Voldemort said was not difficult to brew, still cost him too much energy.

After a while, the entire boiling water suddenly calmed down.

Bright and dazzling sparks flashed on the surface of the water, exuding sparkling light in the rich steam, as if studded with diamonds.

"It's burned, Master." Avery breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed his grip on the wand.

Snape, who was bound aside, looked at him with disgust, as if he was disdainful of Avery's unprofessional method of brewing potions.

"It's now!"

Voldemort's sparkling scarlet eyes were filled with ecstasy, and his distorted facial features became even uglier, and his entire face looked like a flat snake face than ever before!

Looking at Voldemort's ugly face, Riddle frowned slightly, a trace of disgust flashing in his eyes.

But all of Voldemort's attention was attracted by the potion in front of him, and he didn't notice anything unusual about Riddle.

He walked straight to the crucible, jumped lightly, and stood on the edge of the hot crucible.

Avery took a deep breath, knowing that the next process was more important than all the previous steps combined, and raised the wand without any hesitation.

"The unintentional donation of your father's bones can regenerate your son!" Voldemort said in a trembling voice under Voldemort's impatient gesture.

Standing on the edge of the crucible, Voldemort suddenly separated wisps of gray smoke and formed a complete human skeleton shape above the diamond-like liquid.

Then, the skeleton fell gently into the crucible, and sank gently with a hissing sound.

The diamond-like liquid surface suddenly burst, the surface crackled, sparks flew, and the liquid turned into bright red and blue, looking like the most poisonous poison in the world.

After separating the bones of his father, Tom Riddle Sr., Voldemort's figure suddenly became much more illusory.

He looked at Avery with his cold eyes. Even though it was an illusory figure, the powerful intimidation in it still almost made Avery breathless.

Avery took a deep breath, raised his right arm tremblingly, and turned the wand pointing at the crucible in his left hand to point at his right hand.

"Your servant's flesh, voluntarily donated by you, can make your master...reborn..." he said with difficulty.

Then, Avery closed his eyes——

"Diffindo."

He let out a scream of agony.

Then there was a chilling "plop" sound, and Avery's severed hand was thrown into the crucible.

The potion in the crucible immediately turned fiery red, and the strong light almost penetrated the thick steam in the meeting room, illuminating the shuddering expressions of all the Death Eaters...

Avery gasped and moaned in pain.

He curtly treated the huge wound on his right wrist, then put down his wand, and used his remaining left hand to slowly take the bottle of Harry's blood from Voldemort.

"The blood of your enemies...is forced to be sacrificed...to bring your enemies...back to life!"

Avery poured Harry's blood into the cauldron.

The liquid in the crucible immediately turned dazzling white. The liquid was almost boiling again, and diamond-like sparks continued to splash in all directions, extremely bright and dazzling, completely dispersing all the surrounding steam.

Avery completed his task and knelt down beside Voldemort on the edge of the cauldron.

He covered his broken arm, looked up at the Dark Lord's satisfied and excited expression, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief. He knew he had done a great job.

At this moment, Riddle, who had been watching for a long time, suddenly moved!

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