The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 407 Resurrection, my love!

Malfoy Manor.

The clouds in the sky were as lead-colored and connected one after another. It seemed that it was going to snow soon. But in such weather, Voldemort slowly lay down next to the fireplace, as if he was planning to hibernate. snake.

In the warm fireplace, firewood was burning, and the firelight shone on Voldemort's face, illuminating his face that was half pale and half shadowed. When he spoke, the evil aura unique to Parseltongue came from his face. Spewed out from the mouth.

"So, it's a nice sunny day, don't you think, Wormtail?

So, on this beautiful day, Wormtail, what I asked you to do, have you really done it this time?

Tell me, Wormtail, you must have what I want, right? "

Voldemort really seemed like a hibernating snake. He moved his upper body, like an anaconda trying to hunt. His slender fingers kept tapping the edge of his chair. He leaned forward slightly and spoke softly. He said softly: "Did you get that man's bones back? Wormtail? Have you prepared all the things I asked you to prepare? Wormtail."

My loyal servant, have you done what I asked you to do? "

Voldemort's scarlet eyes did not look at Wormtail, but looked past Wormtail's not-so-high height at the wizards hanging above the dining table.

The wizards were constantly trembling, and blood flowed from their bodies to the dining table. This might be a good thing, at least it could prove that they were not dead.

But from another perspective, it may be bad news that none of them are dead.

Because it means they may suffer more.

In a certain way, they were useful to Voldemort. Voldemort moved around frequently through repeated "floo network" and "Apparition". This is certainly not because he likes to travel, but because he has to do everything by himself. He did this in the past, but he still had two close subordinates.

But now, he has no subordinates he can trust. Bellatrix's departure is like cutting off the Dark Lord's most powerful arm, and he has no choice.

He could only do these things himself and leave some things to his subordinates.

It's like Wormtail in front of me.

He is not a very smart person, he is very timid, extremely timid, which is a good thing, because Voldemort can easily control him because he is timid. When a coward like him does things, he feels very uncomfortable. Conveniently, the rest of the people, the rest of him, should help him do more useful things.

"Yes, my master has prepared all those things. Wormtail will not let you down."

Anxiously, hastily, and with a trembling voice.

Wormtail heard his master's words and immediately replied, fearing that he would be punished by his master if he didn't answer properly.

Wormtail stood in the hall, looking like a frightened mouse, trembling constantly.

He wrung his hands together, as if he wished to have his hands broken, and his wandering eyes kept wandering around. From time to time, he would look at Voldemort's side and look at the big snake Nagini lying on the ground. .

His eyes were frightened, because it could be seen from the belly of the big snake Nagini that Nagini must have had a feast not long ago. There must be a living person in its belly who was eaten just now. .

Maybe a hapless wizard?
Looking down at this situation, Voldemort suddenly said: "Bring his bones over."

Wormtail hurriedly placed a long leg bone in front of Voldemort. Voldemort looked at the bone with an extremely disgusted expression. This bone came from his father, Old Malfoy. After learning about his life experience, he personally killed his Muggle father and Muggle grandfather, and framed the incident on his uncle.

He also used the deaths of his own blood relatives to create Horcruxes.

Back then, he used their lives to create Horcruxes.

Now, he used his father's bones to create a new body. This complex and evil alchemy is standard black magic. Voldemort looked at the bones indifferently and said: "Tell Narcissa Malfoy to get ready." Just call me and I will regain my perfect body before tonight."

"A body without any defects," he said.

"Yes, my master." Peter Pettigrew said tremblingly. He lowered his head and walked out of here, and soon found Narcissa Malfoy and her husband, Lucius Malfoy. They seemed to be discussing something, but when they saw Wormtail walking over, they invariably closed their mouths.

"What is it, Wormtail?"

Narcissa Malfoy seemed to be crying, she wiped the tears from her face and asked.

Peter Pettigrew said all Voldemort's words, and Narcissa Malfoy quickly left on the other side.

The same goes for Lucius Malfoy. He ignored Peter Pettigrew and turned around and left.

When Peter Pettigrew got the positive information, he went to find Voldemort.

Voldemort took off his clothes with great satisfaction. There was no one around him, and he no longer trusted anyone. He stood there without saying anything.

Peter Pettigrew walked over cautiously. Voldemort looked at his most timid and most controllable servant indifferently and said, "Let's get started!"

The boiling cauldron, I don’t know what is boiling in it.

Peter Pettigrew knew that it was the crucible made by Voldemort himself. All the potions in it were prepared by him himself. Peter Pettigrew didn't even know what was in it. Voldemort did everything himself.

he muttered.

While throwing what he wanted into it.

"The bones of your father, accidentally donated, can regenerate your son."

The originally intact bones were instantly turned into powder under this spell and fell into the boiling crucible. The potion changed color, but Peter Pettigrew could not see the color in the pot. He only saw the reflection in the pot. Next, Voldemort's pale face turned blue.

It looks even more eerie.

“The flesh of a servant, a voluntary offering, the flesh of a servant.”

Peter Pettigrew looked at all this in horror. He thought he was going to suffer disaster - but what he didn't expect was that someone came out, Rodolphus Lestrange, the exiled pure-blood noble. He walked tremblingly from behind the curtain. He should have arrived a long time ago. He looked at his master tremblingly, took out a dagger, and chopped off his little finger, causing it to fall into the soup. inside the agent.

"very good."

Voldemort said with satisfaction. The big snake Nagini crawled over and looked at everyone present with an unkind look. Seeing the color of the potion inside changing, Voldemort took out a tube of crystal clear blood from his feet. , fell into the crucible in front of him, and said drunkenly: "Of course, there is also the blood of the enemy that was involuntarily donated."

Voldemort watched the color of the crucible completely turn into diamond-like white, took a deep breath, and jumped in!Jumped into the boiling cauldron.

No one dared to speak.

The two people present watched all this carefully, watching their master jump in.

Then, the two looked at each other, at a loss.

The boiling in the crucible suddenly stopped.

After a long, long time, a voice suddenly came from the crucible - it was Voldemort's voice.

"Good, good, good."

Voldemort's voice came from the crucible, saying: "Pull me out, Wormtail, and find me some clean clothes.

Tell the others to prepare to welcome his great master to this world again! "

(End of this chapter)