Raven's Claw at Hogwarts

Chapter 321 I'm back!

"Hiss! My head hurts! What the hell is going on!"

Harry covered the scar on his forehead with his hand, curled up in the weeds and twitched constantly.

In the distance, a tall figure is struggling to stand up, and the strange thing is that his body is getting smaller and smaller in the process of standing up, until he has changed from a big man with a height of two meters to a normal person .

And farther away, there were flames soaring into the sky and sharp screams.

The scream seemed to remind that figure, he turned his head to look at the place where the flames were soaring into the sky, then screamed, turned his head and rushed towards Harry like crazy.

Instinctively, Harry wanted to run away, but his body didn't obey his commands, and he remained motionless.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp knife pierced Harry's arm and pulled it out violently. In an instant, blood gushed out from the wound like a fountain.

The pain brought Harry back to action, and he screamed and crawled on the ground, trying to stay away from his attacker.

But it didn't help at all, the man caught up with Harry in two steps, and kept wiping the blood sprayed from Harry's wound onto his body and face with his hands stained with mud!
'What is he doing here?Is he a vampire? '

Thinking of this, Harry was terrified. He thought that today might be his own death day.

However, just when Harry was in despair, he saw the man waving his wand, and there was a wave of space distortion in the air, and the man disappeared in an instant!
……

"Die! Voldemort!"

Accompanied by Mike's roar, the huge snake head made of Fiendfire slammed and bit down on the pile of small swaddling babies on the ground.

A smile appeared on Mike's face, and he had already foreseen the next scene.

Voldemort, the legendary wizard who once stunned the world will die again under his calamity curse and turn into ashes!
However, something unexpected happened.

At the moment when the Fiery Seraph was about to devour Voldemort, the space in front of the baby suddenly distorted. With the sound of crackling explosions, a bloody figure suddenly appeared on the grass. Hold on to the swaddle!
"Master! Here I come!"

On the grass, little Barty was talking softly, and above his head, the fire python was rushing towards him with its bloody mouth open.

"Take me away! Come on!"

The hoarse voice came from the baby, the voice was a little weak and hasty, and it made little Barty feel distressed!

"I understand! Master!"

Little Barty responded to Voldemort, and at the same time waved his wand in his hand, ignoring the chaos of the magic power in his body caused by the instant apparation, and forced the instant apparation again!

After a whirlwind, little Barty landed safely in her swaddling clothes, but just as soon as he landed, little Barty knelt on the ground on one knee.

The magic power in his body is running wildly, and the violent magic power has completely lost control, constantly destroying his body!

"Hahaha... uh"

A burst of laughter came from the baby, but the laughter stopped immediately.

Because Voldemort suddenly discovered that Barty Jr.'s apparition did not take him very far.

They are still in the small cemetery!

"What are you doing! You idiot! Why don't you spread the word!"

Listening to Voldemort's hysterical screams, little Barty's bloody face burst into a bright smile!

"You can't run away anymore! You are the supreme Dark Lord! Our master! Your honor is above all else!" Little Barty took out something from his bosom while talking, it was a black bone, Bones of Voldemort's father, "Relax, master! You will be resurrected! Your most loyal servant will not let you down!"

After all, Batty Jr. stood up and rushed towards the boiling cauldron not far away.

And Voldemort in his arms finally calmed down as if he knew what was going to happen next.

……

The fire python finally pounced, its incorporeal body collapsed into countless flames the moment it hit the ground, and the flames mixed with the power of the curse raged on the ground like liquid, devouring everything .

It's just that Mike's real target, Voldemort, was transferred away by that person's continuous apparition in the previous step!
"No!"

Mike's powerful mental power surged towards the surroundings like a spring, and he found the person's position again in an instant.

That person didn't run away with Voldemort directly, but teleported him to a cauldron not far away!

wrong!Cauldron?
He's going to perform a ritual to resurrect Voldemort!
Mike's blue pupils shrank suddenly!
"Kill them!"

Accompanied by Mike's furious roar, Fierce Fire that was raging on the ground gathered again, forming a bigger and more ferocious two-headed python, which flew towards the target in front of the cauldron.

The speed of the flames is extremely fast!

It only takes a few seconds to catch up with Voldemort and the man in this small cemetery. Even if Mike was killed, he would not believe that the resurrection ceremony could be completed in such a short time!
The fact is exactly the same, before Little Barty got close to the cauldron, the ferocious flaming two-headed python attacked again!
The soaring flames illuminated this small cemetery, and also illuminated little Barty's desperate face.

The next moment, they will be devoured by Fiendfire!
However, the accident happened again!

"All curses end!"

Accompanied by several old voices, a circle of holy white light suddenly rose around the cemetery and spread.

A look of astonishment appeared on Mike's face, but he reacted urgently, commanding the two-headed fire python to continue rushing towards Little Barty.

It's a pity that the white light spread extremely fast, and the entire cemetery was firmly enclosed before the fire python could bite.

In an instant, the white light flourished!
Under the radiance of this holy white light, the hideous and terrifying two-headed fire python melted like ice and snow under the sun, and turned into nothingness!
"fk!"

Mike cursed viciously, and then he held the holy sword and continued to rush towards Little Barty with the Wind Speed ​​Curse fully activated.

He must not let Little Barty complete the resurrection ceremony. Once completed, the terrifying Voldemort will return again!
From the shadows in the distance, five stooped figures stepped out.

They all wore black robes and masks of various shapes.

One of the men in black robes wearing an eagle mask glanced at Mike who was galloping, turned his head and asked in a somewhat surprised old voice:
"I don't have eyesight, right? That should be..."

"Absolutely not wrong! He was the one who released the Fiercefire Curse just now!" A black-robed man wearing a brown bear mask replied through gritted teeth, "He must be that McTownley!"

Another man wearing a raccoon mask said:

"What a coincidence! I didn't expect to meet him here!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" The wolf-head mask pulled out his wand, "Kill him! Avenge our master!"

"What about the mission?"

Ape Mask asked, spreading his hands.

When the rest of the men in black heard the words, they glanced at each other, and then rushed towards Mike with a big laugh.

After a while, their slightly sarcastic voices drifted along the wind to the ears of the man with the wolf head mask.

"Go to his mission!"

……

Looking at the five black-robed masked men who suddenly appeared, Mike's heart sank slowly.

He could tell that this group of people had a very high level of magic, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to cast the Ten Thousand Curses to kill them so quickly and wipe out their Calamity Fire Serpent.

If they were with Voldemort, then there is a high probability that they will fail in today's battle.

Everything can't stand the chanting. Just when Mike was thinking, four men in black robes screamed and rushed towards him. While charging, they even threw magic spells at Mike's side.

Mike, who was running, frowned, looked at Little Barty, who was already close to the pot, and felt the dense spell barrage with his magic power perception, gritted his teeth, and propped up a layer of armor protected by three layers of armor. The transparent shield made up of body curses, while holding the hilt of the Sword of Victory and Oath with his left hand, he threw it in the direction of the pot!
The next moment, dense spells hit Mike's shield like raindrops, and the shield that Mike propped up with all his strength was supported for two seconds under the focused fire of the four people, and it turned into a cloud in an instant. nothingness.

At this critical juncture, Mike's pupils shrank suddenly, his wrist flipped, and a deformation technique hit the ground under him silently.

"Crack!"

There was a crisp sound, and a deep crack suddenly appeared on the ground under Mike. Mike fell down, but at the same time, he also avoided the curse barrage of the four men in black.

"Oh? You still have two brushes?" The wolf-headed mask sneered, "But you're going to die today!"

After finishing speaking, he cooperated with the rest of the people to release the spell into the crack in the ground again.

However, what they didn't notice was that not far from them, a terrifying life was slowly recovering!
……

"Master! Be patient again! It will be fine soon!"

Little Barty gritted his teeth, and ran towards the boiling pot with a grim expression. While running, he was still comforting Voldemort in his arms.
"Ha! Although I don't know who those guys wearing masks are, they are really kind-hearted and actually helped us block that guy!"

Little Barty's words did not receive any response, and Voldemort, who was held tightly in his arms, seemed to be dead, without saying a word.

But little Barty didn't care, looking at the huge iron pot in front of him, his face that was stained red by Harry's blood became even redder, and he didn't have the slightest intention of slowing down, and rushed straight towards the cauldron Passed over, and at the same time began to chant loudly and frantically:
"Father's bones, unwittingly donated, can regenerate your son!
The blood of your enemies, forced to sacrifice, can bring your enemies back to life!
at last!Meat of servants!Volunteering (vibrato) can bring your master back to life! "

After finishing speaking, Little Barty jumped into the cauldron with the baby Voldemort in his arms!
Little Barty has a peaceful smile on his face, the prison life in Azkaban, the sacrifice of his mother, the torture of his father, these things tortured his spirit all the time.

He didn't want to live long ago.

The only thing that keeps him going until now is his firm belief that his master, the supreme Lord Voldemort, will return!

That's good.

I am already very tired.

It is also very good to sacrifice yourself to let your master return...

Thinking of this, little Barty in mid-air closed his eyes.

"Pfft!"

Little Barty's scrawny body fell into the pot, causing a splash of water.

The pot that was already boiling boiled even more after Barty Jr. and Voldemort joined in, and screams came from it one after another. Coupled with the skull formed by the translucent steam floating in the pot, it made people This scene is like a nightmare!
Gradually, the screaming sound from the pot became more and more clear, and it seemed that something was about to come out of the churning liquid!
However, at the next moment, a long sword shining with golden light flew from a distance, carrying infinite power and instantly smashing the entire pot into pieces...

As the pot exploded, the liquid inside was blown everywhere.

However, what was strange was that the liquid turned into a black mist and gathered before it hit the ground.

In the distance, the wolf-headed mask looked at the condensed and rolling black mist, and then at the four partners who were still throwing spells desperately into the crack, and his throat twitched.

Immediately afterwards, the black mist in front of him suddenly thinned, and slowly, a tall and thin figure emerged from it.

Seeing this, the wolf-head mask could no longer hold back the fear in his heart.

He screamed, waved his wand vigorously, and used Apparition to escape from here.

And with the appearance of that tall and thin figure, the black mist that has been much thinner has not dissipated.

They gathered together, like a dark robe, worn by the man.

An inexplicable palpitation rose from the hearts of the four masked figures, they turned their heads instinctively, and looked in the direction of the tall and thin figure.

And under the moonlight, they saw a face that did not belong to humans...

That face was paler than a skeleton, with two big red eyes, a nose as flat as a snake, and two thin slits in the nostrils...

Voldemort, resurrected...

Something called fear was spreading in the hearts of the four of them. They stared blankly at the familiar yet unfamiliar man in front of them, their trembling bodies were extremely stiff and unable to move.

Voldemort, move.

He stepped on the ash-covered ground with his bare feet, bent down, and picked up a wand on the ground.

That's Barty Jr.'s wand.

Holding the wand in front of him, Voldemort's hand touched the tortuous scar on it with incomparable tenderness, as if he was afraid that he would hurt it if he exerted too much force.

"Little Barty..."

A look of sadness appeared on Voldemort's expressionless face, and he called his servant's name in a voice so soft that only he could hear it.

However, no one responded to him.

Voldemort was silent, and the wand in his hand seemed to sense the anger of his current master, and began to tremble slightly.

After a long time, Voldemort's eyes became cold again.

Under the horrified gazes of the four masked men, Voldemort raised his wand suddenly, a bright green light shot out from the tip of the wand, and shot straight into the sky, forming a huge skull with this huge, hideous line in its mouth. The boa constrictor is slowly crawling out!

"I am back!"

(End of this chapter)