Chapter 699 Return of Voldemort

In the open space, there were only painful gasps and groans, lingering and echoing in mid-air.

Ai Wen opened his eyes and watched all this quietly. It was almost finished, only the last step...

The man staggered in front of them, blood staining his black robe red.

He ignored it completely, allowing the blood to splatter, and the last trace of madness flashed on his face.

"The blood of the enemy is forced to sacrifice, which can revive your enemy!" He said indifferently, almost shouting with all his strength.

Harry struggled desperately to break free from the ropes that bound him.

Through the slits of his eyes, he saw the dangling silver dagger trembling in the single hand of the man in front of him, stabbing towards himself.

Harry couldn't move, he could only watch the other person's movements helplessly.

The next second, he felt the tip of the dagger piercing his arm, and in the excruciating pain, blood dripped down the torn sleeve of his robe.

The man, who was still panting in pain, took out a small glass bottle from his pocket tremblingly, and placed it next to Harry's wound.

A small amount of blood dripped into the bottle, and he staggered to the cauldron with Harry's blood and poured it into it.

The liquid in the crucible immediately turned into a blinding white, viscous white liquid with a stench.

After completing the task, the man knelt down beside the cauldron, leaned over, and collapsed on the ground, panting for breath while holding his bleeding broken arm.

Beside him, the cauldron was boiling violently, diamond-like sparks splashed out, so bright and dazzling.

"Success!" Ivan stared closely at the stone cauldron. Voldemort used Harry's blood to resurrect him.

Harry's mother's blood curse will act on the two of them, protecting Harry and becoming extremely powerful!

Suddenly, all the sparks on the crucible went out.

A puff of white steam rose from the cauldron, and merged with the surrounding mist, covering everything.

The senses are blinded and useless, and the mystery of the uneasiness grows stronger, and it is a creepy feeling.

Through the thick white mist, they saw the black figure of a man rising slowly from the cauldron.

He was tall and thin, like a skeleton, with pale and eerie skin.

"Dress me!" said the grim, shrill voice behind the steam.

The man who fell on the ground and groaned hurriedly got up, still protecting his stumped arm.

He hurriedly snatched the bundled black robe from the floor, stood up, and threw one hand over his master's head.

The thin man stepped out of the cauldron and put on his clothes, his red eyes fixed on Harry.

Harry saw the face that had often appeared in his nightmares for three years, paler than a skeleton, with big red eyes, a nose as flat as a snake's, with two thin slits for nostrils...

Voldemort is back! ! !

Voldemort looked away from Harry, without even looking at Ivan beside him, and began to check his body instead.

His hands were like big pale spiders, and his slender, pale fingers stroked his body, inch by inch...

Thighs, chest, arms, face, his movements are slow, delicate and gentle.

Those red eyes looked brighter in the dark, with two slits in the pupil, like a cat's eyes.

After slowly touching his entire face, he raised his hands and moved his fingers with an expression of ecstasy.

Voldemort was immersed in the joy of his new body. After many years, he finally got his wish and returned to the wizarding world. He ignored the man who fell to the ground bleeding and convulsed, and ignored Ivan, Harry and the big snake.

It didn't know when it swam back again, hissing around Ivan and Harry.

The atmosphere was weird and quiet, and the time seemed to be extremely long.

Ivan knew it was time to leave, the purpose of this trip had been achieved, there was no need for Voldemort to kill Harry here.

There were a lot of things that weren't ready, and he had no interest in staying for the Voldemort resurrection party.

The Portkey Keresis gave him was in his arms, and he had already activated it when he first arrived.

There is still a period of time before they can leave here.

If something unexpected happens during this period, you can use what Dumbledore gave you...

Finally, Voldemort inspected his new body and seemed satisfied.

He thrust his prodigiously long fingers into a deep pocket and drew a wand.

He stroked his wand lightly as well, then raised it high and let out a grim, sharp sneer.

"I'm back!" he said softly, "How many people still remember me!"

Voldemort shook his wand, the Dark Mark suddenly appeared in the air, and a snake was spitting out of the green skull mouth.

It loomed in midair, became more visible, rose higher and higher, and Voldemort studied it carefully.

"They'll all notice it, now, we'll see, we'll know..." Voldemort had a look of cruel triumph on his face.

He straightened up, raised his head, and scanned the desolate open space.

"How many would have the guts to come back after feeling it?" he murmured, "and how many would be foolish not to come?"

He began to pace back and forth in front of Ivan and Harry, scanning the open space from time to time.

As for the man lying on the ground moaning, he didn't even look at him, as if he was a useless trash.

The man stopped his bleeding with a special method, but he was still very weak and in a near-death state.

The vampire, who had taken refuge in Voldemort, didn't seem to expect his new master to be so ruthless, and he begged feebly.

Ivan watched all this coldly, counted the time, and held Harry tightly with one hand.

Suddenly, Voldemort pointed his wand at the mess on the ground, and they flew high and landed in front of Ivan and Harry.

It was his father's ashes, one of the necessities of his resurrection, now completely useless.

Voldemort's eyes fell on Harry again, and the snake's face contorted into a cruel smile.

"Harry Potter, we meet again!"

He hissed softly, "These bones, he used to belong to my father, who was a Muggle and a schmuck, like your own mother. But they all had a use, didn't they? When you were little, you Mom died protecting you, and I killed my father. You see how useful he was when he died..."

Voldemort laughed again, and as he paced up and down, scanning his surroundings, the snake was still wandering about in the grass.

"My mother was a wizard, she fell in love with him, fell in love with that Muggle, but when she revealed who she was, he abandoned her, and my father didn't like magic!" said Voldemort softly, "Like all fools Like my Muggle, he left her and went back to his Muggle parents before I was born.” (To be continued..)