Chapter 203

"Where are we?" Hermione asked.

Ye Ting shook his head. He stabilized the two girls, and the three looked around.

It was completely out of the bounds of Hogwarts, and they had apparently moved miles—maybe hundreds of miles, because even the ring around the castle was gone.

They were standing on a dark overgrown cemetery and could see the black silhouette of a chapel behind a tall yew tree on the right. On the left was a hill, and they could make out a fine old house on the hillside.

"There is no one around." Ye Ting concluded after looking around.

"But it's still scary," Fleur said. She looked at the cemetery, and the surroundings were eerie and silent. "Is this the gathering place of the Death Eaters?"

"I don't know," said Hermione, her voice a little nervous. "Pull out your wand, what do you think?"

"Okay." Fleur was glad Hermione said it first—she didn't look timid now.

They drew their wands, lowered their bodies, and walked in a direction.

"I saw someone." Ye Ting said suddenly.

So, the three found a larger tombstone and hid behind the tombstone.

They saw a few people standing in front of them, and Hermione recognized that one of them was a short, limping one, Harry Potter, who seemed to be bent over and clutching his forehead.

Then, with a flash of red light, Harry was hit by the spell and fell to the ground.

A short man in a cape dropped his bag, lit his wand, and dragged Harry towards a marble tombstone.

The three took this opportunity to get closer again, and now they could see more clearly.

Ye Ting pointed at the three with his wand.

"Clear eyes and ears."

This is Ye Ting's own reconnaissance spell, which can increase vision and hearing in a short time.

The man in the cape used magic to conjure ropes that tied Harry tightly to the tombstone, one after another from neck to ankle. They even heard rapid, light breathing from inside the hood. Harry struggled hard and the man hit him - they found out. The man who beat Harry was missing a finger on the hand.

"It's Wormtail, Pettigrew Peter!" Hermione blurted out, and she gave Fleur some background information about Peter.

These are what Ye Ting told her last year.

Immediately afterwards, they saw a large snake meandering in the grass, circling around his tombstone. Wormtail's wheezing gasps resumed, and he pushed a stone cauldron under the grave. The cauldron is large enough to accommodate an adult sitting in it, and the cauldron is filled with water.

Wormtail was busy dabbing at the bottom of the cauldron with his wand. Suddenly there was a crackling flame from under the cauldron. The serpent swam into the darkness.

The liquid in the crucible heated up so quickly that the surface not only began to boil, but sparks burst out, as if on fire. The steam grew thicker and thicker, and the figure of Wormtail, who was watching the flames, became blurred.

Suddenly, they saw Wormtail's bundle on the ground move, and there was a sharp, cold voice.

"quick!"

The whole surface of the water was now sparkling with sparks, as if studded with diamonds.

"It's on fire, Master."

"Now..." said the cold voice.

Wormtail ripped the pack off the ground to reveal its contents.

Hermione and Fleur immediately let out a scream, but the soundless bell absorbed their voices very well.

0282 Voldemort Returns

It was as if Peter yanked over a rock, revealing a slimy, eyeless ugly thing—no, it was scarier than that, a hundred times scarier. What Peter brought looked like a crouched baby, but Hermione and Fleur had never seen anything less baby-like. It has no hair, and it seems to have scales on its body. Its skin is dark and red, like tender meat that has been injured. Its arms and legs were slender and soft, and its face—no living child had such a face—was a flat snake face with gleaming red eyes.

The thing looked completely incapacitated, and it raised its thin arms around Wormtail's neck. Wormtail held it in his hands. Then Peter's hood fell off, and the girls saw a look of disgust on his pale, feeble face in the firelight.

Peter took the thing to the edge of the cauldron, put the thing into the cauldron, and it sank with a hiss. They even heard the soft sound of its limp body hitting the bottom of the cauldron.

"Then... what is that thing?" Furong asked in a trembling voice.

Hermione also had a chill, and they were disgusted.

"That is our biggest enemy," Ye Ting said in a deep voice.

"Could he be Fu..." Hermione said suddenly, but she immediately covered her mouth.

If she pronounced that name, the three of them would definitely be discovered.

Ye Ting nodded silently.

The two girls fell silent and kept their mouths shut, fearing that the baby Voldemort would spot them at any moment, and pounce on them, and kill them—even though the sound of the bell had guaranteed that they wouldn't even sing "giligilieye". People will be aware of them - as if to avoid detection.

Ye Ting held the girls' hands. The two girls' hands were cold and trembling.

However, his strong hands and the heat in his palms made the girls feel at ease for a while.

On the other side, Peter

As he spoke, his voice trembled, as if he was going crazy with fright.

He raised his wand, closed his eyes, and said to the night sky, "Father's bones, donated inadvertently, can regenerate your son!"

The grave under Harry's feet cracked open, and a small wisp of dust rose into the air at Peter's call, falling gently into the cauldron. The diamond-like liquid surface cracked, hissed, sparks flew, and the liquid turned a bright red blue, poisonous at first sight.

Wormtail whimpered. From his cloak he drew a long, thin, silvery dagger. His voice turned into a sob of utter terror: "The flesh of the servant--donated voluntarily, may regenerate--your master--."

He stretched out his right hand—the one with a missing finger, and held the dagger tightly in his left hand, swinging it toward his right.

The dagger was quite sharp, Peter's palm snapped, and the two girls couldn't bear to cover their eyes.

The scream that pierced the night sky pierced into their ears, and then they heard something fall, and Wormtail gasped in pain, followed by a disgusting thud, and something was thrown into the cauldron.

The next moment, the potion turned fiery red.

Wormtail, panting and moaning in pain, came to Harry.

"The blood of the enemy, the enemy... is forced to give... to revive your enemy..."

Harry struggled desperately to break free from the ropes that bound him, but he was too tight to stop it.

The tip of the dagger pierced into his arm, and blood dripped down the torn sleeve of the robe. Still panting in pain, Peter shivered and took out a small glass bottle from his pocket and placed it next to Harry's wound. A small amount of blood flowed into the bottle.

He staggered towards the cauldron with Harry's blood and poured it into it. The liquid in the crucible immediately turned blinding white. Wormtail completed the task, knelt beside the cauldron, slumped on the ground, and gasped and sobbed while holding his bloody severed arm.

The cauldron was about to boil, and diamond-like sparks flew out, so bright and dazzling that everything around them turned a black velvet color.

Hopefully it's drowned, the girls thought unrealistically, and hopefully it doesn't work out...

In fact, they know that success is the best ending - after all, Ye Ting said that Voldemort must be resurrected first and then killed again, but now, facing the scene of Voldemort's resurrection, they are still afraid, the instinct of fear Let them refuse this from happening.

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