v5 Chapter 33： nocturnal bat

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A large pot, placed on a tripod, is simmering a pot of potion.

The pot is a **** pot, stolen from a nearby Muggle house; the water is the dew before Easter, it's all stinky, and it's used to make soup... ahhh, refining potions is the most delicious.

The fire is demonic fire. After simmering for three hours, the potion took on a special green paste-like appearance.

Just to highlight an old Englishman... pay attention!

Beside the black pot, there was also a huge rune snake curled up. It is orange-yellow, with black stripes, and is at least seven or eight meters long.

Runes have three heads, each with different functions.

The head on the left is a mastermind who decides where the rune should go and what to do;

The head in the middle is a visionary, who often stays motionless for days on end, as if dead.

In fact, it is daydreaming, imagining a bright future;

The head on the right is a critic, and likes to constantly criticize the heads on the left and the middle, making an impatient hiss.

Therefore, there are often runes that do not have the right head.

Because it blah blah blah blah, it gets eaten by the left and middle heads...  .

At this time, the head on the far right was transforming into a Zaun snake. It seemed that a small electric motor was installed in its mouth.

It's complaining about the other two heads, causing them to become wizard playthings.

The other two snakeheads looked indifferent and seemed to be contemplating **** it.

Voldemort's brain ached from the noise, and his anger rose by five percentage points.

He angrily said:

"Shut up, idiot!"

The snake head on the right immediately quieted down, the 'weak' looking like a good baby.

"Come on Wormtail," urged Voldemort. "Add everything in."

"Yes, Master!"

With trembling hands, Peter held a broken iron bowl and poured the blood of the unicorn and the venom of the rune into the **** pot.

The black pot suddenly turned from green to milky white, exuding a smell of heather, and it was full of life at first glance.

A black shadow broke away from the green snake and could not wait to get into the milky white liquid.

The liquid in the black pot seemed to heat up very quickly, and the surface not only began to boil, but also burst out with sparks, as if on fire.

I don't know how long it took, a short body slowly took shape in the pot.

"Now……"

Voldemort swam free in the potion, and he said indifferently, spitting out milky white bubbles. "Take me out."

Wormtail nodded and bowed, holding a huge spoon from the ground, like a spare rib, and pulled Voldemort out.

Voldemort's appearance is no longer a shadow. He was like a curled up baby, with no hair, scales on his body, and dark red skin, as if he had been scalded.

His arms and legs were thin and soft, and he had a flat snake face with gleaming red eyes.

"Okay, we're still a long way from resurrection... the last step!"

Voldemort stood proudly in the big spoon.

Wormtail put Voldemort in a stolen crib, and he knelt on the ground and kissed the wheel of the crib.

Voldemort accepted the etiquette and ordered:

"Now, lure Voldemort to the Prancing Horse Inn and kill all the wizards inside!

And I... come to interrogate this witch to see if there is any special information. "

"But, I left, you are the only one here, I'm afraid..." Peter knelt on the ground and hesitated.

Voldemort is only a baby now, and if he encounters a powerful wizard, it is estimated that he will be gone.

"Don't worry, Merasis is there to protect me."

That rune snake, towering high. However, the snake head on the right was hissing non-stop, and it didn't seem to have any lethality, but instead looked a little stupid.

Voldemort still misses that snake named Nagini, but... let's live with it.

"Go, Wormtail." Voldemort lay in the crib, covered with a small quilt.

"Since I got **, although I'm still very weak, no one can destroy me.

I am... Voldemort!

Is the indestructible Dark Lord! "

Arrogant laughter came from the dark sky.

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dark night,

A wretched figure ran frantically towards the Prancing Horse Hotel.

Behind Peter, a group of black shadows followed. Those shadows, their bodies gliding ghostly like snakes, got closer and closer to Peter.

The shadow slammed into him, and the huge momentum forced him to smash forward. Peter, who was agile and unimaginable, turned into a mouse almost instantly.

He escaped from the shadow's package, followed the crack of the door, and got into the hotel.

A dozen shadows circled around the hotel, and after a while, they also got in along the crack of the door.

Old Tom was lying on the bed. He was in a very light sleep when he heard a slight rustling sound not far away.

He rolled over on the bed with his back to the window.

With only one eye left, an invisible black shadow slipped in from the bedroom door.

The shadow, like a fluttering black cloak, swam towards the bed.

Old Tom sat up straight.

Voldebats had slid onto his face, covering his mouth and nose, trying to suffocate him.

Tom felt his whole body wrapped in icy cold air. He tried to shout, but he couldn't make a sound, he couldn't even breathe.

Tom reached for his wand, but it fell to the ground.

He struggled frantically, rolled around on the bed, and finally fell heavily on the floor.

Soon, the shadow left, leaving only a cold body.

The Voldebat screeched happily and slid toward the other room.

In the darkness, William suddenly opened his eyes.

The guardian magic he cast was triggered!

He put on his robe, picked up his wand under the pillow, and walked out of the room.

William opened the door and knocked on the next door.

"Hermione!"

Soon, the girl opened the door, rubbed her eyes, and showed a confused expression.

"What's the matter, William?" She scratched at the fluffy hair, one of which was curled up.

"Can't sleep in the middle of the night, come to chat with me?" She gave a long yawn.

When have I ever had insomnia, every time it is not your insomnia, chat with me!

William groaned.

"Someone touched the magic, I'll go out and see," he explained.

Hermione snorted, suddenly woke up, and hurriedly turned around to change her clothes.

Carrying his wand, William stepped out of the security watch and appeared in a dilapidated room.

Around the safety watch, a milky white light lit up, blocking a black shadow.

"Volunteer bat?" William was stunned.

He didn't expect to encounter this magical animal here.

William had always wanted to make a flying cloak, and the materials needed Dementors and Voldemort bats.

Unexpectedly, the other party actually sent it to the door.

Really... nice guy!

If this was deliberately seduced, William would thank him even more... the eighth generation of ancestors.

The white light finally disappeared, and the body of the Voldemort bat suddenly stretched out like a black curtain.

William's wand swung, and the broken bed in the house bent into an arc like a bow, and hit Voldemort in an instant.

It didn't move, and used the back depression of its chest and back to roll up the broken bed. The broken bed immediately turned back and smashed back.

A red light flashed, and sawdust exploded in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, the silver sea eagle bumped into the Voldemort bat and retreated.

The Voldemort bat took advantage of the situation and shot back with lightning, his body stuck to the wall, and was about to counterattack for the second time when a colicky pain came from his heart.

It looked down, and its heart was pierced by a sea eagle at some point.

Voldebats, like Dementors, have little magic to deal with, but the Patronus Charm works wonders for them.

Called the nemesis.

It turned and tried to escape from the window, but another silver swan flew over and blocked the way.

Hermione, who had stepped out of the safety watch, controlled the Patronus and rammed.

But the hit was missed, and the Voldemort retreated.

William swung his wand, and a large box that had been prepared by Hermione flew into the air.

The Voldemort bat seemed to be looking for a dead end and slammed into it, and was trapped inside without any suspense.

"The bat capture is complete!" William said softly.

Hermione was surprised: "How come there are bats?"

"Old Tom has opened a shop here for fifty years, and there has been no attack." William narrowed his eyes.

"It should have been deliberately induced by someone."

The two looked at each other and could only think of Peter.

William and Hermione walked out of the room and opened the door next to them.

The room was also in a mess, and there was a man lying on the floor, the man with the scar, who seemed to have died.

William sneered: "Theon, don't pretend to be dead. If you keep pretending, I'll attract the bats downstairs."

Theon abruptly opened his eyes, and a red spell was ejected.

William lifted the spell and landed on the wall, blasting a deep pit.

Theon looked at William suspiciously. He had just been awakened by the fighting next door.

He listened to the voice next door, thought of playing dead, and then suddenly attacked and took Garen away.

But who knows, it's easy to see through.

But who is this pair of wizards in front of you?

By the moonlight, he could not see the appearance clearly, but from the figure and voice, he knew that the two were definitely not the pair of wizards in the evening.

"who are you?!"

Where will William talk to him, and the curse is blasted out.

Theon also threw a ray of light.

The magic collided together, and a huge momentum came.

A man flew backwards like a broken kite, and spun a few times in the air before falling heavily to the ground.

This time, Theon really felt like he was going to die!

William walked over slowly, and he looked down condescendingly.

By the moonlight, Theon finally saw the boy's face clearly.

- Stark!

"You...you're Stark?" Theon said in horrorMader, aren't Stark and Granger in Venice, to deal with the white dragon?

How did you come to Albania?

"It's me... Didn't you threaten to break my three legs?"

William's wand circled in his hand.

He said indifferently:

"Take us immediately to find the rune snake, or... I'll throw you to the Voldemort bat and let it help you get rid of your three legs!"

Theon shuddered.

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