The Shopkeeper of All Worlds in the British Wizarding World

Chapter 319 Resurrection
"Master, I have handed Harry Potter into your hands." Little Barty said in a tone mixed with humility and fanaticism, the whole person bent down hard like a shrimp, looking at his face If Voldemort stood there at this moment, he would kiss Voldemort's feet without hesitation.

"Very well. You'll get an unexpected reward." The snake-faced baby hissed like a snake. "Take me there, and let me see our guests."

Little Barty took over the baby Voldemort without hesitation, when a gust of wind blew off the hood of the little wizard, revealing a wretched face.Sure enough, Peter went after Voldemort after escaping from Azkaban.

The package containing Voldemort was held up in front of Harry by Little Barty, and then there was another hissing sound from the package.

"This prey is so wonderful. We have been preparing for half a year to get him. Fortunately, our raid time was well grasped, and we successfully achieved our goal unexpectedly." Voldemort said with emotion.

Suddenly Voldemort's voice turned grim: "Now, what are you waiting for here?"

After hearing this sentence, Peter quickly walked away with a stoop. After a while, he pushed out a heavy stone crucible from behind a small mound. The crucible seemed to be completely filled, and when he moved it, he could hear liquid inside. The sound of splashing.The potion in the pot is as clear and transparent as water after a large number of expensive medicinal materials are concentrated and boiled. If the potion is scrapped, even if Voldemort himself wants to make another pot, it will take at least three months. I didn't count the effort of collecting materials before.

After putting the cauldron in place, Wormtail stroked the bottom of the cauldron with his wand.Suddenly there was a crackling flame under the cauldron.This pot of rare and expensive potion was quickly boiled with the help of flames. Its surface danced wildly, and sparks even sputtered from time to time, as if it was burning.The surrounding steam became thicker and thicker, and the figure of Wormtail who was looking after the flames became blurred.The sharp, grim voice came again from the mist.

"It's now, quickly."

With a serious expression, little Barty untied the swaddle in his hand as if it were a sacred object.The monster with dark red skin, no hair, deformed limbs and a flat snake face with red eyes was revealed.

But Little Barty didn't show a trace of disgust, he gently held the monster as if holding the most precious treasure in the world.Then lifted the guy up and put it smoothly into the boiling and sparking cauldron.

Voldemort's resurrection drama is about to begin.

To be precise, this is not resurrection.Resurrection does not exist in this world of Harry Potter, only those worlds with high magic can give birth to such a completely heaven-defying skill.

What Voldemort is doing now is not so much a resurrection as a re-creation of a body for his frail, broken soul.After all, Voldemort, who made the Horcrux, is not dead, and naturally he cannot be resurrected.

The two lackeys of Voldemort present showed a look of surprise, because even Dumbledore, the most recognized white wizard, could not be resurrected, so he felt guilty for his whole life with the regret of his sister's death.Under such circumstances, the scene of Voldemort's resurrection naturally made the two Death Eaters extremely admirable. For example, at this time Peter was already a little emotionally unstable.

But Little Barty, who was in charge of the ceremony, was much more reliable than the original Peter-at least his hands didn't shake when he took the clay pot from a tree stump.He tapped the mouth of the jar with his wand, "Father's bones, donated by accident, can make your son regenerate!"

It seemed that Voldemort had dug his father's grave, but it didn't cause him any psychological stress.Digging a grave is nothing compared to killing my father's family with my own hands.

As he chanted, a wisp of dust flew out of the pot and fell gently into the cauldron.The diamond-like surface of the liquid broke, hissing, sparks flying, and the liquid turned a bright blue, giving the impression that the liquid was absolutely poisonous.

After using it, Little Barty carefully put away the jar.Of course, this is not to respect Voldemort's Muggle father, but because this potion, which is the father's bone, is limited in quantity.It would come in handy again in case Voldemort needed to do it again next time.Anyway, there wasn't much ashes for one potion, and the amount left in the jar was estimated to be enough for Voldemort to use it another ten or eight times.

After checking that this step was correct, Barty Jr. rolled up his sleeves and stretched his hand over the crucible without hesitation.Then he said in a firm tone, "The servant's meat, donate voluntarily, and your master can be reborn!" Then he drew a dagger from his leg with his other hand and slashed down, a lot of blood poured out from the cut. But There was no pain on Little Barty's face, but watching his arms fall into the pot with the ecstasy of a martyr.

The blue potion turned into fiery red, and at the same time emitted a strong light.Pettigrew Peter's mind has been completely conquered by this scene.He knelt down there facing the pot, mumbling something in his mouth.

At this time, little Barty first used a spell to seal the wound on his arm, and then he approached Harry with a dagger and a crystal bottle.Just when he walked up to Harry and was about to cut the knife, a clay pot suddenly flew out from the nearby woods and hit Peter who was kneeling beside the pot.

Soon a green flame surrounded him, causing him to scream and roll on the ground.At the same time, runes appeared on the cauldron that was boiling Voldemort to block the approaching flames, but the barrier formed by these runes quickly trembled under the licking of the green flames, and it seemed that it could not support too much. long time.

"No!" Barty Crouch Jr. roared angrily, and just as he was about to turn back to rescue the cauldron, he heard an angry voice from inside the cauldron, "Hurry up and complete the ceremony now, hurry up!"

Suddenly, a blade made of a shadow hit the rope tied to the stump, and the rope snapped.Harry fell sharply to the ground.The impact woke Harry up. He didn't care to straighten the collar that was turned up to cover his mouth and nose because he fell to the ground. After seeing everything in front of him, he subconsciously kicked little Barty who was walking towards him with a dagger. knee.

Little Barty couldn't stand still after being kicked, but under the command of his master, he swooped forward and hugged Harry.Then his mouth gnawed directly on Harry's face through his clothes.

As he gnawed on it, little Barty felt as if he broke Harry's tooth.A salty-sweet taste flowed into his mouth.

"Ah!" Just when Barty Jr. was planning to take advantage of the victory to get Harry's blood.Another sharp blade composed of shadows flew over.Maybe the assailant was worried about hitting Harry who was hugging him, but the sharp blade just flew obliquely past his leaking calf, and directly removed his left knee below the knee.

Little Barty showed a sad and crazy look, then pulled off the clothes covering Harry's face and bit them directly.There was a deep gash on Harry's face.

"The blood of the enemy...forced to sacrifice...can make your enemy...resurrect." Crouch, who was full of blood, raised his head after chanting this incantation, and spit out a mouthful of blood-red saliva Come out, and fly directly into the crucible under the blessing of magic.

At this time, another sharp blade made of shadows flew over, and Harry was horrified to see little Barty's head rolled down.A few seconds later, he heard the voice of a strange little girl behind him. "You, hurry up and run away with me."

Accompanied by the spittle carrying Harry's blood flowing into the cauldron, the flames that had been on and off immediately lit up, and the cauldron was about to boil, sparks like diamonds splashed out in all directions, bright and dazzling, turning everything around into a turmoil. A black velvety color.

Although this approach makes the ceremony imperfect, it can even be said to be a bit embarrassing.But the blood of the last enemy is considered to be in the pot.Even though several sharp blades made of black shadows shot out from the forest, they were all stopped by the white mist from the pot.

Finally, a black figure of a man rose slowly from the cauldron, tall and thin, like a skeleton.

Voldemort is resurrected.

(End of this chapter)