Ancient wizards return to Hogwarts

The liquid in the pool boiled like boiling water, and the foul smell filled the cave, making people almost suffocate.

Taurus is worthy of being an elite in the secret society. In such a harsh environment, he still prepared the potion in an orderly manner.

"Add the things you mentioned before." Voldemort's voice came from the pool.

"Think about it carefully," Taurus narrowed his eyes: "Once the fusion fails, it will be death or madness."

"Just let it go, death can't do anything to the great Voldemort."

Seeing that the guy in front of him was so confident, Taurus didn't stop him and directly asked for the divine remains prepared for Voldemort in the organization.

These divine remains came from four gods, namely the earthly giant python Jörmungandr, the world-destroying wolf Fenrir, the goddess of death Hela, and the ultimate black dragon Nidhogg.

In the ancient prophecy, they are the culprits of Ragnarok. But when Ragnarok really came, this prophecy seemed not so accurate...

The remains of these four gods were a "set" that the Secret Order had spent a lot of energy to search for, but because the resentment and murderous intent in them were too strong, no one could resist their power.

Now they were given to Voldemort, so they didn't feel bad.

For the Secret Order, it would be great if Voldemort could successfully fuse the remains of the four gods, and they would have one more powerful ally. If the fusion failed, the useless Voldemort could be used for waste, and the resentment in the remains could be absorbed, so they would not lose out anyway.

"Put Jörmungandr's remains first, I like snakes the most." Voldemort was at the bottom of the pool, constantly giving orders.

Taurus's face was ashen, and he kept telling himself in his heart: Don't get angry with a dead person, it's not worth it, it's unnecessary!

He lined up the four boxes and put them on the ground, then took out three small bags and put them next to the boxes.

After waiting for a while, when he saw diamond-like splashes on the surface of the pool, Taurus knew that the time had come. He picked up the first small package and threw it into the pool.

"Father's bones, accidentally donated, can make your son reborn!" Taurus's cold voice sounded in the dirty cave, and with it, the diamond-like splashes on the surface of the pool broke, and the blue liquid splashed everywhere, hissing on the cave wall.

According to the normal process, Taurus will then add "servant's flesh" and "enemy's blood", but the secret society modified Voldemort's resurrection process and added the remains of four gods.

Taurus opened the first box and took out a huge bone fragment from the box with the traceless extension spell. This fragment alone was half a person's height.

"The bones of the Midgard Python will give you endless desire to devour until the end of the world."

The moment the bones were thrown into the pool, a roar seemed to transcend time and resounded through the cave.

Just a roar made Taurus break out in a cold sweat. Trembling, he threw the second small package into the pool after the bone fragments sank into the pool.

"The flesh of a servant, voluntarily donated, can bring your master back to life."

The flesh thrown into the pool was certainly not Taurus's, but the flesh he cut from Bella when he went to Azkaban. First, he was not a servant of Voldemort, and second, it was impossible for him to voluntarily donate his own flesh, which could not meet the requirements of the resurrection ceremony at all.

After throwing Bella's flesh in, Taurus opened two boxes in succession, one containing a piece of rotten meat and the other containing a tuft of dark hair.

"The flesh of the goddess of death gives you the authority of the underworld, and the hair of the world-destroying wolf allows you to devour the world."

After the remains of the two gods were added, the surface of the pool returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

Looking at the calm surface of the pool, Taurus felt a little uneasy. He felt that something dangerous was brewing under the water.

Taurus even had the urge to abandon everything and escape from the cave. But this was impossible. Everything he had was given by the Secret Order, and he could not betray the organization's plan.

He forced himself to suppress his inner uneasiness and continued to add the blood of his enemies. This was the easiest thing to get. Just pull a wizard in Diagon Alley and draw a tube of blood. After all, there were not many wizards who had no grudges against Voldemort.

However, Taurus did not perfunctorily choose this tube of blood after careful selection. The owner of the blood was named Neville Longbottom.

After the blood entered the pool, the delicate balance seemed to be broken, and the pool boiled again. Diamond-like sparks splashed everywhere, and a huge bubble would fall on a person.

Taurus endured the pain, opened the last box, and poured the dragon blood of the ultimate black dragon Nidhogg into it.

The dragon blood completely detonated the pool water, and the liquid gushing out like a volcanic eruption swept Taurus in. The powerful monk of the secret society just groaned and disappeared, and he didn't even have time to expand his own domain.

After a long time, the noise in the cave gradually subsided. Aries, who was driven out of the cave by Taurus before the ceremony, returned to the cave carefully.

The terrain in the cave has completely changed. Aries almost got lost in it, but she finally came to the pool.

At this time, the pool was filled with black liquid like ink. Everything fell into a strange calm, and Taurus disappeared.

Aries bravely waited by the pool for a while. When she couldn't hold back and planned to return to the headquarters to report, things finally changed.

The ink in the pool faded a little bit. After a while, Aries found Voldemort curled up at the bottom of the pool. He was like a baby, constantly absorbing the pool water into his body, and then draining the filtered pool water out.

In the process of absorbing and draining, the color of the pool water faded a little bit.

When the pool water became clear, Voldemort opened his eyes.

With a splash, he walked out of the pool naked. He was tall and thin, like a skeleton.

"I have never been so powerful, I am invincible... Change my clothes!" A cold and sharp voice sounded in Aries' ears.

Aries, who was born with a high degree of compatibility with the God's Skeleton, was born with a golden key in her mouth. She had a smooth life and had never served others. So she was angered by Voldemort's order.

But when she raised her head and made eye contact with Voldemort, she was scared.

Those were a pair of red eyes, with upright pupils and bright orange inside, just like a snake, without a trace of human emotion, not even resentment and other negative emotions.

Voldemort's appearance has also changed a lot.

Aries had seen Voldemort before, as a handsome boy, that was the appearance of the soul fragment in the Horcrux, and the appearance of Voldemort when the Horcrux was made.

But now he is simply a monster!

He is extremely tall, but skinny, with skin as white as paper, but his body is covered with a layer of gray-black long hair. If Voldemort's upper body still looks like a human, then his lower body is more like a rotten corpse! The flesh below the waist has been rotten and black, and it faintly exudes a dead body odor. His body can still be seen in human form, but his head does not even have a human form.

Red eyeballs and orange snake pupils are needless to say. Voldemort's nose became as flat as a snake's, with only two thin slits in his nostrils. His bald head was covered with scaly skin, and his temples were high and bulging like dragon horns.

Aries, who was frightened, lowered his head and took a wizard robe for Voldemort and put it on him.

"Food, I need to eat." After putting on his clothes, Voldemort continued to order.

Aries was stunned, and then immediately took their reserve food.

Voldemort sat down cross-legged, took the food from Aries without any scruples about his image, and even didn't need to heat it up, and he just ate it.

Voldemort ate very quickly, throwing things into his mouth, chewing them casually and swallowing them into his stomach. He seemed to have turned into a snake, and he didn't need to chew at all to eat.

At first, he ate normal food such as bread, cheese, sausages, and fruits. Later, he even threw flour, dried meat, and eggs directly into his mouth.

The originally bony ribs bulged at an alarming speed, and it looked like a ball was stuffed in the chest.

After clearing out the food reserves of the four members of the Secret Order in a very short time, Voldemort glanced at Aries. His eyes were full of desire, just like the eyes of a predator looking at fat prey.

Aries was terrified.

For a moment, she seemed to feel that Voldemort would pounce on her, tear off her robes and eat her up. She vaguely guessed the whereabouts of Taurus.

But in the end, Voldemort suppressed his inner desire - if he killed the woman in front of him, the contact between him and the Secret Order would be cut off.

Although it would not be difficult for the Secret Order to find him, it would probably take a lot of time to explain, and he didn't want to waste time on this.

"That Taurus seemed to have mentioned that the British Ministry of Magic would host the Quidditch World Cup this year?"

Aries nodded.

"How long until the finals start?"

"Less than a month."

Voldemort narrowed his eyes: the World Cup finals, that means there will be a lot of people gathered there.

He laughed, it was time to bring a little shock to the British wizarding world.

Let this World Cup be the stage for his resurrection!

"I will bring destruction and death! Are you ready? Albus Dumbledore, and - Harry Potter!" Voldemort laughed wildly, and a thick shadow like ink spread out from under his feet, gradually covering the entire cave...

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"Ah!!!" Harry suddenly turned over and sat up from the bed, and there was a sharp pain on his forehead like a cut.

His scar was burning.

After a full minute, Harry recovered from the severe pain, stretched out his trembling hands to find the glasses on the bedside table, and put them on the bridge of his nose.

Even with the glasses at this time, Harry still saw double, the severe pain seemed to saw his head open, and sweat soaked his pajamas.

With a "pop", an extremely old elf appeared in front of Harry's bed.

"Master Potter, do you need Kreacher's service?" it asked in a low, hoarse voice. Kreacher bowed deeply to Harry, and his ugly big nose poked directly on the floor. While bowing, it was still "whispering" in a voice that it thought only it could hear: "The bastard who was brought into the house by the prodigal son and defiled the sacred Black ancestral house..."

When Harry first moved in, he would get angry at Kreacher's "whispering", but now he has gotten used to it.

After a month of getting along, he had long been accustomed to Kreacher's madness. He knew that this poor house-elf was just old and confused and had been indoctrinated with too many wrong ideas.

Of course, habit does not mean no dislike, he simply waved his hand and asked Kreacher to leave his bedroom.

To be honest, Kreacher's appearance made Harry even more uncomfortable, he always felt that he was being monitored by this house-elf.

Harry's feeling was right, Kreacher had indeed been monitoring this uninvited guest who "broke into" the Black ancestral home.

Kreacher left cursing, and Harry was completely sleepy.

He regretted not asking Rice for some tranquilizer before leaving school.

He lay on the soft bed, staring at the exquisite crystal chandelier on the ceiling in a daze. As time passed, his scar didn't hurt so much.

'How long have I been here? ' Harry suddenly had such a question in his mind. He counted on his fingers, and it was a month at most.

This was the happiest time of his life - if you don't count the days at Hogwarts.

Spacious bedroom, clean and comfortable bed, three meals a day, eat as much as you want, and most importantly, there will be no roars and scolds from Uncle Vernon. Harry had never dreamed of such a day before.

Recalling the happy life of the past month, Harry's mood gradually calmed down. Slowly, sleepiness returned again, and he fell asleep again.

The next morning, Harry met Sirius in the restaurant.

At this time, he was reading today's "Daily Prophet"

"Are you awake? Breakfast will be ready soon. Do you want a pot of tea first? Coffee is also fine." Suddenly seeing Harry sitting opposite him, Sirius was in a trance and had a moment of hallucination: Harry and his father looked so much alike that his memory was confused for a while, thinking that James had come.

Harry poured himself a cup of hot tea.

After hesitating for a moment, Harry told Sirius about the change in his scar.

Sirius threw the newspaper aside and frowned.

"I'll write a letter to Dumbledore and ask."

"Don't--" Harry raised his hand suddenly. Seeing Sirius looking at him with a puzzled look, he quickly explained: "Dumbledore is busy..."

"This matter is unusual." Sirius didn't have as many concerns as Harry. He felt that Dumbledore's "work" was lower priority than the change of Harry's scar.

Harry: ...

"Don't think about those troubles." Seeing Harry's low mood, Sirius chose to change the subject: "I remember you made an appointment with the Weasley family to watch the Quidditch World Cup together?"

Weasley and Quidditch, Harry's interest was finally raised.

"Yes!" Harry said excitedly.

He will go to the Burrow in a few days.

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Update is here, good night~