Chapter 704

Harry's eyes were fixed on the sword. He heard the curse, the blood of the enemy, the enemy of Voldemort

Harry felt the point of the sword thrust into the bend of his right arm. Blood was pouring from his ragged clothes.

Still panting in agony, little Barty crouch took a small glass medicine bottle from his pocket and reached for Harry's wound.

A big drop of blood got into the bottle.

He hobbled back to the stone pot with Harry's blood. Pour the blood in.

The liquid kept changing until it turned white.

Barty crouch, Jr., knelt down at the steamer exhausted as if his work had been done.

Then he fell to one side and lay on the grass, panting and sobbing, gripping the bleeding spot on his arm.

However, the expression on Barty Crouch's face made Fanlin scared. It's hard to imagine such fanaticism

The steam pot was boiling slowly, and sparks were shooting all over again. Nothing else has changed

"Drown it..." Harry prayed to himself, "let the whole thing go wrong."

Then, all of a sudden, the sparks in the boiler went out. Instead, a huge cloud of white smoke covered everything in front of Harry.

He couldn't see Barty crouch, Jr., or the one who didn't want to mention his name. All he saw was vapor in the air

"It's wrong," thought Harry The monster was drowned Please Please God let it die... "

Then, through the thick fog in front of him, Harry was terrified. He saw the black outline of a man, tall and thin, rising slowly from the inside of the boiler.

"Dress me up!" A high, cold voice sounded from behind the fog.

Barty crouch, though still sobbing and groaning, still shook his wound and crawled to pick up the pile of black clothes on the grass. Then he got up unsteadily, put his toes on his toes, and put the clothes on his master's head with one hand.

The whole process took less than ten seconds, but Van Lin's heart got worse and worse.

Loyal death eaters can offer everything for Voldemort, just like the crazy believers in religion. Although they still retain human weakness, but

The tall, thin man walked out of the steamer and stared at Harry Harry also stares at the ugly face that has haunted him for three years - a face paler than a skull, big black and red eyes, a nose as flat as a snake's nose, and many holes in its nostrils The Duke of Voldemort has been resurrected.

This is destined to be a memorable moment. After 13 years, Voldemort once lived in the world with a human body.

Voldemort looked away from Harry and began to examine himself.

His hands were like large, pale spiders; his long white fingers caressed his chest gently. The arms and the face; the red eyes, with their split pupils, twinkled in the dark like cat's eyes. He raised his hand and stretched his fingers with an expression of concentration and pleasure.

He didn't notice the bloody little Barty crouch lying on the ground twitching. He didn't notice the big snake. Now it slid back into Harry's sight, and it was twining around Harry again, hissing.

Voldemort's unnatural fingers slipped into a deep pocket and took out a short stick. He also caressed the stick gently, then raised it up and aimed at little Barty crouch.

At the moment, Barty crouch, Jr., was getting up from the ground excitedly and jumping on the tombstone where Harry was bound.

Fordmore looked at Harry with his crimson eyes. He let out a loud, cold, no laughing laugh.

Barty crouch Jr.'s robe was stained with blood and brightened - it turned out that he had wrapped his broken arm in it.

"Put out your arm." Said Voldemort lazily. "Oh, master Of course, my master... "

He handed out the bloody stump, but Voldemort laughed again. "Barty crouch, the other arm."

"OK, ok My My master... " Little Barty didn't dare to cross. He knelt at Voldemort's feet and let his right hand stretch out intact.

Voldemort crouched down and pulled out little Barty Crouch's right hand.

He pushed the sleeve of Crouch's robe over his elbow.

Harry saw as like as two peas of a skin tattoo on a skin, a bright red tattoo - a skull with a snake in its mouth - exactly like the sky in the fast Disney World Cup: Black sign.

Voldemort ignored the uncontrollable squall of little Barty crouch and examined it carefully. "It's back," he said softly. "They must have noticed Now we will see Now we will know... "

He pressed the long white index finger against the mark on Crouch's arm. The scar on Harry's forehead was burning with fire, and crouch could not help but scream.Voldemort's fingers moved away from the mark on crouch, and Harry saw that it had turned dark and shiny.

There was an expression of cruel satisfaction on Voldemort's face. He straightened up, turned his head, and looked around the dark grave.

"How many people will dare to come back when they feel my resurrection?" He murmured, his shining red eyes staring at the stars. "How many would be foolish to leave?"

With that, Voldemort looked down at little Barty crouch.

"Well done," Voldemort praised, "just like Bella, you are all my companions..."

Said Voldemort, pulling little Barty Crouch's left hand. "This is a reward you should give, crouch, although your father..."

Voldemort did not go on. With a wave of his wand, a silver palm appeared in Crouch's empty sleeve.

"Welcome back, my master." Barty crouch, Jr. accepted it respectfully.

"Oh, of course, my friend..." Voldemort stood up, and little Barty crouch, after thanking him, stepped aside.

He began to pace up and down, and Harry and van reen kept scanning the tomb.

About a minute later, he looked down at Harry again, his serpentine face distorted by a cruel smile.

"Harry. Potter, you're standing on the remains of my dead father, "he said softly," a complete fool Just like your dear mother. But they're all useful, right? Your mother died to protect your child And I killed my dad and saw him prove how useful he was in his death... " Voldemort laughed again.

He began to pace again, looking around as he walked. The snake was still circling in the grass.

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