Chapter 519： blood, flesh and bone

"I probably know who taught Harry the Eye Curse, that person has nothing to do with this, stop pushing Harry."

Just when Harry was at a loss, Professor McGonagall suddenly spoke to help him.

Harry glanced gratefully at Professor McGonagall, then at Professor Moody, who was still clinging to him, and said, "I really can't think of anyone else."

At this time, Harry found that Professor Moody's expression became a little weird, it seemed to be...

laughing?

I saw Moody grinning, revealing uneven teeth, and said in a hoarse voice, "Is it Black?"

Harry was shocked and blurted out subconsciously: "You... how did you know?!"

However, before he could finish his words, Harry felt a tug behind his belly button, and his feet slammed off the ground.

The back of his hand was firmly attached to Professor Moody's cane, and it dragged him forward through the whistling wind and whirling colors, and Harry could feel Mad-Eye Moody beside him, as if still Laughing wildly.

It's him!

Harry finally reacted, the man behind the scenes was Mad-Eye Moody! Unfortunately, he knew it too late.

The crutches took the two to their destination. Harry, who had been dragged away in a sitting position, sat directly on the ground, while Mad-Eye Moody jumped forward and rolled twice on the ground. The door key's crutch fell aside.

Immediately afterwards, countless strange black mud swelled up on the ground, wrapping Harry and Moody in it.

"Harry, you've been caught too, meow!"

Just when Harry was about to struggle, Fish's heartless greeting came from the side. He turned his head and saw that Fish, like himself, was also wrapped in this strange black mud, only revealing a The head is outside.

After greeting Harry, the cat looked suspiciously at Moody, who was also caught, and muttered, "Could it be that Fish guessed wrong, Alastor is not a bad guy, meow?"

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"No! It's him! He brought me here with the portkey!" Harry shouted.

"Sure enough, it's him!" Mao Mao was very happy now, "Fishu just said, there is something wrong with this guy, Albus still doesn't believe me!"

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Pettigrew Peter, who was standing on the side, cast a spell to free the black mud trapped in fake Moody. He fell to the ground, kicked the dropped cane aside, and limped to Wormtail. .

"Master, I brought you Harry Potter!"

Fake Moody said frantically to the baby in Wormtail's arms.

"Very good! Very good! Barty, my most loyal servant," Voldemort's voice also seemed a little excited, "Voldemort will not forget the person who worked for him."

"Voldemort!" Harry exclaimed. "He's Voldemort!"

At the same time, he felt his scars hurt badly again. He'd never felt so much pain in his life, and if it wasn't for him now wrapped in black mud, Harry thought he'd be rolling around in pain.

"Yes, it's me, Harry Potter."

The swaddling voice replied flatly, and he told Wormtail, "Go ahead, I can't wait."

"Yes Master."

Wormtail handed the swaddle in his arms to the fake Moody, and then lifted the black mud on Harry's body, but before Harry could fight back, a disarming spell fell on him, and Harry, who had lost his wand, was very angry. He was soon overpowered by Wormtail and dragged to a marble tombstone.

By the light of Wormtail's wand, Harry could see the name on the tombstone - Tom Riddle.

The name Harry knew, it was the name used by Voldemort's students.

Wormtail magically conjured ropes that tied Harry tightly to the tombstone, one after another from his neck to his ankles. Harry heard rapid, light breathing from inside the hood. He struggled hard, but was hit by the opponent, and the hand that hit him was missing a finger.

"You are Peter! Pettigrew Peter who killed my parents!"

Harry roared through gritted teeth, finally recognizing him.

Wormtail's body trembled a little, not daring to look at Harry, but silently checking whether the rope was tight.

After making sure that Harry was bound so tightly that he couldn't move, Wormtail took a black mass out of his cloak and rudely stuffed it into Harry's mouth, stopping his scolding.

Then, without saying a word, Wormtail hurried away.

"Oh...he's Banban!"

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Fish, who finally remembered who Pettigrew Peter was, suddenly realized.

Then the cat started yelling at Wormtail's back.

"You bastard! Fish should have eaten you directly, meow!"

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Wormtail ignored him, quickened his pace, and disappeared among the tombstones.

Harry was firmly tied to the tombstone, unable to turn his head to look behind the tombstone, only the scene in front of him.

On his diagonal right, is Fish trapped in the black mud, his head is looking around restlessly, and on the other side is Mad-Eye Moody, who is looking flatteringly at the swaddling clothes in his arms .

Harry couldn't understand. The Mad-Eye Moody he had learned should be an Auror who was incompatible with the Death Eaters. Why would he suddenly act for Voldemort?

But soon, Harry recalled that Voldemort had called him Barty, not Alastor or Moody.

"No no no!"

Harry wanted to question the other party, but the cloth was stuffed in his mouth with Wormtail, and he couldn't speak at all.

"Huh?" At this moment, Fish suddenly looked behind Harry, "Are you a snake? It feels so strange meow."

Then Harry also heard a slight rustling sound coming from behind him, and soon came to his feet, Harry looked down, and saw a big snake winding and swimming on the grass, surrounded by Circling around his tombstone.

The snake ignored Fish and, after swimming at Harry's feet for a while, coiled up beside the tombstone.

Immediately after, Wormtail shoved a stone cauldron to the side of the grave.

The cauldron was so huge that it could even fit an adult sitting in it, and it was filled with an unknown liquid.

Wormtail dabbled at the bottom of the cauldron with his wand, and a crackling flame rose from the bottom of the cauldron. The serpent, who seemed to dislike flames, moved away from the gravestone and swam into the darkness.

The liquid in the cauldron seemed to heat up so quickly that not only did the surface begin to boil, but sparks erupted as if on fire. The steam grew thicker and thicker, and the figure of Wormtail, who was watching the flames, became blurred.

"It's on fire, Master."

Said Wormtail, as the whole surface of the water flashed with diamond-like sparks, and the fake Moody came up with Voldemort in his arms.

He opened the swaddling clothes, revealing Voldemort's ugly body again. Harry wanted to scream for the first time, but was blocked by the cloth in his mouth.

Fake Moody carefully lowered Voldemort into the cauldron, sinking with a hiss, then Fake Moody stepped aside and glared at Wormtail with admiration.

Under the urging of fake Moody's eyes, Wormtail came to the cauldron tremblingly, raised his wand, closed his eyes, and said to the night sky: "Father's bone, donated by accident, can make your son regenerate!"

The grave under Harry's feet cracked open, and a small wisp of dust rose into the air at Wormtail's call, and fell gently into the cauldron. The diamond-like liquid surface cracked, hissed, sparks flew, and the liquid turned a vivid blue.

"Oh oh oh! So funny meow!"

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Unlike a terrified Harry, Fish was interested in such bells and whistles.

Then, Wormtail drew a long, thin, silvery dagger from his cloak, and he sobbed: "The flesh of the servant... ."

The envy in the fake Moody's eyes had turned to jealousy at this time.

However, Wormtail obviously didn't think there was anything to envy about this. He gritted his teeth and chopped off his right hand, which was missing a finger.

After a scream that penetrated the night sky, Wormtail gasped in pain, and threw his severed hand into the cauldron. The potion in the cauldron changed again, turning into a bright fiery red.

Wormtail was panting and moaning in pain. When the painful breath sprayed into Harry's face, because he couldn't bear to see Harry in the picture just now, he realized that Wormtail had come to him.

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

Harry struggled desperately, but he was bound so tightly that he could only watch Wormtail slash his arm with the dagger, then catch the blood flowing from him with a small glass vial.

As the Dark Lord who once made the entire English wizarding world fall into a dark rule, Voldemort's enemy is naturally not only Harry, but in order to solve the protection curse on Harry and break the prophecy, Harry is naturally the best choice.

In fact, Voldemort also considered Fisch, but he had already guessed that Fisch's true identity was not a human being. Voldemort gave up this idea to be on the safe side.

Moreover, Voldemort is also confident enough that when he regains his strength, he can easily subdue Fisch. When Fisch becomes his subordinate, his magical spells can naturally be used by him.

Wormtail poured Harry's blood into the cauldron, and the liquid instantly turned blinding white. Having done all this, Wormtail knelt down beside the cauldron, slumped to the ground, and gasped and sobbed while holding his **** severed arm.

The fake Moody on the other side stepped forward excitedly, staring frantically at the cauldron that kept splashing out with sparks.

Suddenly the spark on the crucible went out, and a white vapor rose from the crucible.

In the white vapor, the black figure of a man slowly rose from the crucible. The figure was tall and thin, like a skeleton.

Fake Moody greeted him graciously, and dressed the man in the robe—the swaddling swaddling that had been used to wrap the ugly baby.

The thin man stepped out of the cauldron and stared at Harry... Harry saw the face that had been in his nightmares for three years, paler than a skeleton, with big red eyes and a nose as flat as a snake's nose. The nostrils are two slits...

Voldemort is resurrected.

"But..." Fish's voice sounded again, "You still have no nose and no hair?"

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