Chapter 70

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Wormtail gasped and groaned in pain: "vengeance - enemy's blood... Forced to give... Can revive your enemy."

Harry Potter felt the dagger stick into his arm, and the blood ran down his torn sleeve. Wormtail, still panting in pain, shivered and took a small glass bottle out of his pocket and put it next to Harry's wound. A small amount of blood flowed into the bottle.

He took Harry's blood and swayed to the crucible and poured it in. The liquid in the crucible immediately turned dazzling white. After finishing the task, Wormtail knelt down beside the crucible and collapsed on the ground, gasping and sobbing with his bleeding broken arm.

Seeing this scene, Wu Qizhe had to admire Voldemort's training methods. Little Barty crouch and Wormtail were all loyal to Voldemort.

The crucible was about to boil, and the diamond like sparks were flying around, so bright that everything around it turned into a black velvet color.

Suddenly, the spark on the crucible went out. A stream of white steam rose from the crucible. Then, through the white fog in front of us, a man's black body rose slowly from the crucible, tall and thin, like a skeleton.

Crum is shivering. Is this the Dark Lord, Voldemort? Before the other party looks him in the eye, he already feels that he is surrounded by fear. I don't know if he is lucky. Now he is at least a member of Voldemort. He has no worries about his life. Looking at Harry Potter, he sighs. Man, you can only admit your bad luck. I can't help you.

"Dress me." Voldemort said behind the steam in a cold, shrill voice. Wormtail sobbed and groaned, still protecting his broken arm. He hurriedly grabbed the black robe from the ground, stood up and put it on his master's head with one hand.

The thin man stepped out of the crucible. His face was paler than a skeleton. His two big eyes were red. His nose was as flat as a snake's nose. His nostrils were two slits

Voldemort completely resurrected, not only the perfect recovery of the physical body, but also the magic reached the peak state.

Voldemort looked away from Harry and began to examine himself. His hands are like big pale spiders, and his slender and pale fingers touch his chest, arms and face; The red eyes were brighter in the dark, with two slits in the pupils, like the eyes of a cat. He raised his hands, moved his fingers, and looked ecstatic.

For today's resurrection, he did not know how long he had been waiting and how hard he had worked, but today, it was all worth it, because he came back, he came back with a perfect body.

I do not know when, a huge snake swam over, hissing in the mouth, circling around Harry Potter.

Voldemort put his strangely long finger into a deep pocket and pulled out a magic wand. He stroked the wand once, then raised it, pointed to Wormtail, picked him up from the ground and threw it on the tombstone where Harry was tied. Wormtail fell on the tombstone and collapsed there crying. Voldemort turned his bright red eyes to Harry and gave a cold, sharp smile.

The robe wrapped in Wormtail's broken arm was soaked with blood.

"Master..." Wormtail choked, "master... You promised... You promised..."

"Stretch out your arms." Said Voldemort lazily.

"Oh, master... Thank you, master..." Wormtail was overjoyed. He thought Voldemort was going to recover his arm.

He stretched out his bloody arm, but Voldemort sneered again, "not this one, Wormtail."

"Master, please... Please..." Voldemort bent down, pulled up Wormtail's left arm and rolled his sleeve to his elbow. Harry saw something on the skin, like a bright red tattoo - a snake spitting out of a skeleton's mouth, the figure that once appeared in the Quidditch World Cup: the black mark. Voldemort looked at it carefully, ignoring Wormtail's uncontrollable sobs.

"It's back," he said softly. "They'll all notice it... Now, they'll see... They'll know..."

He put his long, pale index finger on Wormtail's arm. The mark on Wormtail's arm turned dark black.

Voldemort's face was grim and proud. He straightened up, raised his head and scanned the dark graveyard.

"After feeling it, how many people have the courage to come back?" He murmured, his glowing red eyes staring at the stars in the sky. "How many people are stupid enough not to come?"

The sky was dark, and the dark clouds gradually showed the mark of the Dark Lord.

Soon, the air was suddenly filled with the thud of a cloak. Between the tombs, behind the fir trees, there are wizard phantoms in every dark place. They were all hooded and masked. They came one by one... Slowly and carefully, as if they could not believe their eyes.

Voldemort stood there waiting in silence.

A Death Eater fell to his knees, climbed up to Voldemort and kissed the hem of his black robe.

"Master... Master..." he whispered.

It was the same with the other death eaters, each of whom knelt down and climbed up to Voldemort, kissing his robe, then stepped aside, stood up and quietly formed a circle around Tom Riddle's grave, Harry, Voldemort and the sobbing and twitching Wormtail. But there are still some gaps in the circle, as if waiting for others to join. Voldemort, however, no longer seemed to expect anyone to come. He looked around the hooded faces. Although there was no wind, there seemed to be a slight rustle in the circle, as if the circle was shaking.

"Welcome, death eaters," said Voldemort calmly. "Thirteen years... Thirteen years since our last meeting. But you still respond to my call as you did yesterday... That is to say, we are still united under the dark mark! Is that right? "

These people around Voldemort had a slight commotion, but they were careful not to show it.

The pale moonlight lit up the whole cemetery. Wu Qizhe hid behind the tombstone. He hid his breath, restrained his magic, and watched warily as Voldemort re educated his men where no one noticed.

Voldemort made some punishments to show his dignity, at the same time, he broke his arm for Wormtail. And then there's some relief for the newcomer, Viktor Krum.

Crum had been scared out of his wits. He could only bow his head in front of Voldemort, hoping that his humble performance could win the favor of the other side.

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