Chapter 517: Resurrection!

Chapter 517: Resurrection!

"Bring him here!"

Harry felt himself being pulled.He opened his eyes and looked at Krum's face from another angle.The man who was now staring at Viktor Krum's face had his wand lit and was dragging Harry towards the marble tombstone.Harry saw a name in the flickering light of his wand before he was pushed over and his back hit the tombstone.

Tom Riddle.Harry felt like he had heard this name somewhere.But his head is still hurting now, and he can't remember where he heard it.

'Krum' used magic to conjure up ropes and tied Harry tightly to the tombstone, tying them one after another from his neck to his ankles.Harry heard a quick, soft gasp from inside the hood.He struggled hard and 'Krum' hit him.

At the same time, the man's face began to squirm.It was like there were bugs crawling underneath, and the entire face was being reshaped like plasticine.

The resolute face began to become thinner, and the face that was originally full of youthful collagen now became as ravaged as the Loess Plateau of the Great Northwest.Her black hair turned white, and her figure became rickety.

In the end, the person in front of him turned into someone he was very familiar with.

"Karkaroff!"

Harry looked at the old man in front of him in surprise: "It's actually you!"

Harry was certainly surprised.The old man in front of me is the principal of a school.There are actually not many magic schools in the wizarding world, and Durmstrang is considered one of the best.The old man in front of him can be regarded as a person with considerable status in the wizarding world.But now...

Karkaroff glanced at Harry indifferently and said, "Yes, it's me."

Harry looked over there again, and there was a man with Karkaroff's face there.No way, these two people just changed their faces.

Of course not, as Tyler initially thought, what reason would Viktor Krum have to become a Death Eater?

The man's face also began to squirm, and soon it turned into a face that Harry didn't recognize.This made Harry somewhat relieved.After all, things weren't as worst as he thought.

Karkaroff had finished tying the rope and was busy checking whether it was tight.His fingers trembled uncontrollably as he fumbled with the knots.After making sure that Harry was tied up tightly and unable to move, Karkaroff took out a piece of black stuff from his cloak and roughly stuffed it into Harry's mouth.Then, without saying a word, he hurried away.Harry couldn't make a sound and couldn't see where Karkaroff had gone.He couldn't turn his head to look behind the tombstone, he could only see the scene directly in front of him.

There, the two Karkaroffs and the man in black whom he didn't recognize got together, and they were walking in the direction of the man in black pushing a stroller.When Harry looked at the stroller, he felt as if his scar was being burned by fire.Therefore, he also knew who was sitting in the stroller.

"Damn..."

He was now annoyed that he was too careless.Obviously Luke had reminded himself not to be a bad guy in the game, but he still couldn't hold it back.Fortunately, he is the only one being caught now, and no one else will be involved.

Harry felt a little lucky again when he thought about this.Compared with the disaster he had to face, he was still more afraid of someone getting hurt or even killed because of him.Even now, he didn't expect Luke to show up and save him.After all, there are three people here, and Luke may not be able to deal with these three people.After all, Luke is just his peer.

"I didn't expect you to succeed."

The man in black pushing the stroller said to Karkaroff.

Karkaroff saluted respectfully to the stroller, and then said to the man: "Stop talking nonsense, perform the ritual, and resurrect the adult as soon as possible, so as to save you a long night and many dreams."

The man made an OK gesture and then walked in Harry's direction.

Karkaroff took a deep breath and said to Voldemort in the stroller: "Sir, you will be able to regain your life soon!"

"Thanks a lot."

It's hard to imagine that Voldemort could be so polite at this time.Next to his stroller, there was a huge snake.Voldemort knew very well that the snake was the only one among all the people in this cemetery who had no ill intentions towards him.

Karkaroff wants to help him resurrect.But he knew from the moment he met Karkaroff that Karkaroff did not resurrect him for the sake of resurrecting him, he resurrected him for himself.

Now, he couldn't be too arrogant about Karkaroff.Because Karkaroff can still kill him now.But he also doesn't let himself appear too subservient.After all, after his resurrection, Karkaroff was still an ant in his eyes.It's his men.

To be fair, Karkaroff did his best in this matter and paid the price. Now Karkaroff is completely his.Besides him, Karkaroff had no one else to choose.

"Don't worry, Karkaroff, I know very well that you are all loyal people." Voldemort said to the two people in front of him in a sharp, cold voice, "You know me well, I will not let anyone who is loyal to me, for the sake of The people I work for are heartbroken."

Hearing this, Karkaroff and the other man in black robes beside him bowed their heads respectfully.Of course they knew it was true.Voldemort is not good at all, but as long as his subordinates are loyal, the treatment they receive is quite good.After all, Voldemort will not control Death Eaters. Death Eaters who want to steal people's money, occupy people's houses, and take away people's wives and daughters only need to give a suitable crime.As for the evidence, that is something that will only be considered after getting the thing in hand.

They do not need to obey laws and secular morals.They just needed Voldemort's approval.This is why, even after Voldemort was defeated, a group of people were still willing to squat in Azkaban and would not betray him.First of all, it is naturally because their sins have been irreconcilable.Secondly, Voldemort has indeed won the hearts of this group of people.

Everyone who can make waves is not useless, and it is impossible for a single man with only force to control the entire British wizarding world.When Voldemort was weak, he knew exactly what he should do.And he also knows very well what he has to give to others after he becomes strong.

However, once you become stronger, you can do things more casually.

Harry watched the man in black robes approach him.Another person he didn't recognize.

The man came closer and disappeared from Harry's sight, but a moment later, Harry heard his gasping sounds, as if he was pushing something heavy.Then he came into Harry's sight and pushed a stone cauldron beneath the tomb.The cauldron seemed to be filling with water - Harry heard a splash.This cauldron was larger than any that Harry had ever used, and could accommodate an adult in it.

The Death Eater tapped his wand on the bottom of the cauldron.Suddenly a crackling flame burst out from under the crucible.The liquid in the crucible seemed to heat up very quickly.Not only did the surface begin to boil, but sparks shot out, as if it were on fire.The steam became thicker and thicker, and the figures of the Death Eaters tending the flames became blurred.

Harry heard the sharp, cold voice in the distance shout: "Quick, Karkaroff, push me over!"

Karkaroff and another man in black robes approached with a stroller, and soon they were close.Harry finally saw the weirdo in the stroller.

It had the shape of a curled-up baby, but Harry had never seen anything less baby-like.It had no hair, and seemed to have scales on its body. Its skin was dark and red, like injured tender meat.Its arms and legs were thin and soft, and its face - no living child had such a face - was a flat, snakelike face with gleaming red eyes.

Harry's breath hitched.He couldn't help but recall the face he and Luke had seen in the secret room where the Philosopher's Stone was hidden.And the high-spirited young man he saw in Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets.

It's really hard to connect them.If it weren't for the gag in his mouth, Harry would really want to ask Voldemort if his strength was exchanged for his looks.

"Now, put your lord into the pot."

The Death Eater who was brewing the potion said to Karkaroff.

Karkaroff nodded and gently picked up Voldemort from the stroller, not paying any attention to the fact that his current state was ugly and disgusting.He was holding Voldemort as if he was holding some rare treasure.

Karkaroff held the thing to the edge of the cauldron, and for a moment Harry saw the dancing water on the surface of the potion illuminating the evil flat face.Wormtail put the thing into the cauldron, and with a hiss it sank.Harry heard the soft sound of its limp body hitting the bottom of the cauldron.

Let it drown, Harry thought, the pain in his scar almost unbearable, please... let it drown... But things were never as simple as Harry thought.After Voldemort entered the crucible, the Death Eater who made the potion had already begun to recite the spell.

"Father's bones, donated unintentionally, can make your son regenerate!"

The tomb opened beneath Harry's feet, and a small wisp of dust rose into the air and fell gently into the cauldron.The diamond-like surface of the liquid burst, hissing, sparks flying, and the liquid turned a bright red-blue color that was clearly poisonous at a glance.

The Death Eater then looked at the man in black robes who had been following Karkaroff.

The man in black robe was silent, stretched out his hand, and placed it on the crucible.

"Your servant's flesh, donated voluntarily, can regenerate your master."

The silver sword flashed past like a flash, and with a plop, his left hand fell into the crucible.The potion turned fiery red, and strong light shone into Harry's eyes... He also saw the painful look on the face of the man in black robes.But he didn't scream or cry, he just silently painted his left hand with white powder, and then took two steps back.

The Death Eater who was brewing the potion approached Harry and pointed the silver dagger at Harry in his uneasiness.

"The blood of your enemy, compelled to sacrifice, may resurrect your enemy."

Harry felt his arm being cut open, and the severe pain made him bite the black cloth in his mouth instantly.Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and bloodshot streaks appeared in the whites of his eyes because of the pain.

He could feel his blood dripping down the torn sleeves of his robe.The Death Eater took out a glass bottle from his pocket and placed it next to Harry's wound. Blood flowed into the bottle.Harry could feel that the other party had taken a lot of blood.But it didn't last too long. Obviously, the time window for the ceremony was far more important than torturing Harry.

He walked over to the cauldron with Harry's blood and poured it into it.The liquid in the crucible immediately turned dazzling white.

"Okay, we're done! Let's welcome our leader!"

The Death Eater raised his arms as if praising the sun.

The man in black robe with the broken hand also looked obviously excited.Only Karkaroff looked normal.Everything...is going according to plan.But... isn't this a little too smooth?

Karkaroff couldn't help but have such questions.

The crucible was about to boil, and diamond-like sparks splashed out in all directions, so bright and dazzling that everything around them turned the color of black velvet.Suddenly, the spark on the crucible went out.A stream of white steam rose up from the crucible, obscuring everything in front of Harry, leaving only a sheet of white steam.

Then, through the white fog in front of him, he saw horribly the black figure of a man slowly rising from the cauldron, tall and thin, like a skeleton.

"Dress me," said the grim, shrill voice behind the steam.

Karkaroff took off his black robe, put it on the man respectfully, and dressed neatly.

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.

Looking at the embarrassed Harry in front of him, Voldemort couldn't help but reveal an ugly smile.

However, there is plenty of time to taste the little dessert in front of me. What is more important for me now is to call those people back.

but……

"Clap clap clap..."

The applause rang out, especially loud in the silent night.

Everyone followed the sound and looked over, only to see a figure approaching gradually in the deep darkness outside the cemetery.

The man was tall and straight, not necessarily very tall, but he walked with extraordinary aura.

"Who?"

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, feeling the uneasiness in his heart, and spoke cautiously.

"A good performance. I didn't expect that a Horcrux could really resurrect a person like this."

With these words, the man finally appeared in front of everyone.

Karkaroff's expression instantly turned ugly.And Harry began to struggle crazily.

"You are...Luke Gaunt."

Looking at the pair of lake green eyes, black hair, and the logo of the Gunter family on the clothes.Voldemort combined these three characteristics and quickly combined the young man in front of him with the rumors he had heard.

Luke stopped and looked at Voldemort in front of him.

"Yes, that's your grandpa."