Chapter 203：

"Where are we?" Hermione asked.

Ye Ting shook his head. He stabilized the two girls, and the three of them looked around.

It was completely outside of Hogwarts, and they had apparently moved several miles—perhaps hundreds of miles, because even the mountains surrounding the castle were gone.

Standing on a dark overgrown cemetery, they could see the black outline of a small church behind a tall yew tree on the right. On the left is a hill, and they can recognize an exquisite old house on the hillside.

"There is no one around." Ye Ting concluded after looking around.

"But it's still scary." Furong said. She looked at the cemetery, and the surrounding was gloomy and silent. "Is this a gathering place for Death Eaters?"

"I don't know." Hermione said, her voice a little nervous. "Pull out your wand, what do you think?"

"Okay." Fleur was glad that Hermione said it first-now she didn't look timid.

They drew out their wands, then lowered their bodies and looked for a direction to walk forward.

"I saw people." Ye Ting said suddenly.

So the three people found a larger tombstone and hid behind the tombstone.

They saw several people standing in front of them, and Hermione recognized that one of them was relatively short, and the limping one was Harry Potter, who seemed to be bent over, clutching his forehead.

Then, seeing a flash of red light, Harry was hit by the spell and fell to the ground.

A short man in a cloak put down his baggage, lit his wand, and dragged Harry towards a marble tombstone.

The three took advantage of this opportunity to get closer, and now they could see more clearly.

Ye Ting pointed at the three of them with his magic wand.

"Ears are clear and eyes are clear."

This is Ye Ting's own investigative spell, which can increase eyesight and hearing in a short time.

The man in the cloak used magic to conjure a rope to tie Harry tightly to the tombstone, one after another from neck to ankle. They even heard rapid, slight breathing from inside the hood. Hardy struggled, the man hit him-they found out. The man was missing a finger on Harry's hand.

"It's Wormtail, Pettigrew Peter!" Hermione blurted out, and then she gave Fleur some background information about Peter.

These were what Ye Ting told her last year.

Immediately afterwards, they saw a big snake snaking on the grass, spinning around his tombstone. Wormtail's wheezing gasps rang again, and he pushed a stone cauldron under the grave. This crucible is very large and can accommodate an adult sitting in it. The crucible is full of water.

Wormtail was busy using his wand to punctuate the bottom of the cauldron. Suddenly there was a crackling flame under the cauldron. The serpent swam into the darkness.

The liquid in the crucible heated up very quickly, and the surface not only started to boil, but also sparks burst out like it was burning. The steam thickened, and Wormtail's figure looking after the flames became blurred.

Suddenly, they saw Wormtail's baggage on the ground move, and a sharp, cold voice came.

"quick!"

Sparks are now flashing across the surface of the water, as if encrusted with diamonds.

"It's done, master."

"Now..." said the cold voice.

Wormtail pulled away the baggage from the ground, revealing what was inside.

Hermione and Fleur screamed immediately, but the Absolute Bell absorbed their voices well.

Chapter 0282: Return of Voldemort

It was as if Peter slammed open a stone, revealing a slimy, ugly thing without eyes—no, it was more terrifying than that, a hundred times more terrifying. The thing Peter carried looked like a curled up baby, but Hermione and Fleur had never seen anything less like a baby. It has no hair, it seems to have scales on its body, and its skin is dark and red, like wounded tender flesh. Its arms and legs are thin and soft, and its face—no living child has such a face—is a flat snake face with gleaming red eyes.

The thing looked completely incapable of taking care of itself. It raised its thin arms and put its arms around Wormtail's neck. Wormtail held it in his hands. Peter's hood fell off at this time, and the girls saw his pale and weak face in the firelight with an expression of disgust.

Peter took the thing to the edge of the cauldron and put it into the cauldron. With a hissing sound, it sank. They even heard the soft sound of its soft body touching the bottom of the cauldron.

"Then...what is that thing?" Furong asked in a trembling voice.

Hermione also had a chill, and they were disgusted with nausea.

"That is our worst enemy," Ye Ting said in a deep voice.

"Could it be he..." Hermione was surprised, but she immediately covered her mouth.

If she pronounced that name, the three of them would definitely be discovered.

Ye Ting nodded silently.

The two girls fell silent and kept silent. They were afraid that the baby-like Voldemort would spot them at any time, and then rushed over and killed them in front of them-even if the sound of the bell has been able to guarantee that they would not even sing "GiliGiliEye". People will perceive them-as if they can avoid being spotted in this way.

Ye Ting took the girls' hands, the hands of the two girls were cold and they were still shaking constantly.

However, his powerful hands and the heat in his palms made the girls feel relieved temporarily.

On the other side, Peter was talking, his voice trembling, as if he was frightened and nervous.

He raised his wand, closed his eyes, and said to the night sky: "Father's bones, accidentally donated, can make your son regenerate!"

The tomb at Harry's feet cracked open, and a small cloud of dust rose into the air at Peter's call, and gently fell into the cauldron. The diamond-like liquid surface burst, hissed, sparks splashed, and the liquid turned a bright red blue, which was poisonous at first glance.

Wormtail was whimpering. He drew a long, thin, silver dagger from his cloak. His voice suddenly turned into a sob of extreme fear: "The servant-the meat-donated voluntarily, can make-your master-rebirth."

He stretched out his right hand-the hand with one missing finger, then held the dagger tightly with his left hand and waved it towards the right hand.

The dagger was so sharp that Peter's palm broke, and the two girls couldn't bear to cover their eyes.

The screams that penetrated the night sky pierced their ears, and then they heard something fall to the ground, Wormtail's painful gasps, followed by a disgusting thump, and something was thrown into the cauldron.

The next moment, the potion turned fiery red.

Wormtail came to Harry in painful gasps and groans.

"The blood of the enemy, the enemy... is forced to donate... to resurrect your enemy..."

Harry struggled desperately, trying to break free of the ropes that bound him, but he was too tightly trapped to stop it.

The tip of the dagger pierced his arm, and blood ran down the torn sleeve of the robe. Still panting in pain, Peter tremblingly took out a small glass bottle from his pocket and placed it next to Harry's wound. A small amount of blood poured into the bottle.

He staggered towards the cauldron with Harry's blood and poured it in. The liquid in the cauldron immediately turned dazzling white. Wormtail completed the task, knelt down beside the cauldron, slumped to the ground, panting and sobbing with his bleeding broken arm.

The crucible was about to boil, and the diamond-like sparks splashed around, so bright and dazzling, everything around it turned into a black velvety color.

I wish it had drowned, the girls thought unrealistically, I wish it would not succeed...

In fact, they knew that success is the best ending. After all, Ye Ting said that Voldemort must be resurrected first and then killed again. However, facing the scene of Voldemort's resurrection, they are still scared, the instinct of fear Let them refuse all this to happen.