Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

On the open ground, there was only painful gasping and snoring, and it echoed in midair.

Ai Wen opened his eyes and watched it all quietly. It was almost finished, only the last step.

The man staggered to them, and the blood had dyed his black robes red.

He completely ignored it, letting the blood splatter, and the last flash of madness on his face.

"The blood of the enemy is forced to give up, and your enemy can be resurrected!" He said indifferently, almost exhausted with all his strength.

Harry struggled in despair, trying to break free of the ropes that tied him.

He saw the silver dangling dagger from his eyes swaying in the hands of the man in front of him, stabbing himself.

Harry couldn't move, he could only watch the other side's movements.

The next second, he felt the tip of the dagger into his arm, and the pain in the heart, the blood slid down the torn robe sleeves.

The man still breathing in pain took a small glass bottle out of his pocket and placed it next to Harry's wound.

A small amount of blood flowed into the bottle, and he took Harry's blood and swayed to the shackles and poured it in.

The liquid in the sputum immediately turned into a dazzling white, viscous white liquid with a stench.

The man completed the task, stumbled beside the donkey, squatted, kneeling on the ground, holding his own broken arm and breathing.

Beside him, the cockroach violently boils, and the diamond-like Mars splashes out of the four, so bright and dazzling.

"Successful!" Ai Wen stared at the stone, and Voldemort used Harry's blood to resurrect.

Harry's mother's blood curse will act on both of them, protecting Harry and becoming incredibly powerful!

Suddenly, all the Mars on the scorpion went out.

A white vapor rose from the raft and blended with everything around it, hiding everything.

The senses are obscured and lost, and the mystery of restlessness is getting stronger and stronger. It is a creepy feeling.

Through the thick white mist, they saw the black figure of a man slowly rising in the squat.

He is tall and thin, like a cockroach, pale and strange skin.

"Cute me!" The cold, sharp voice said behind the steam.

The man who fell on the ground hurriedly climbed up and still guarded his arm.

He grabbed the black robes wrapped in the bag from the ground, stood up, and put it on his master's head with one hand.

The thin man stepped out of the shackles, put on his clothes, and his red eyes stared at Harry.

Harry saw the face that often appeared in his nightmare for three years. It was paler than the cockroach. The two big eyes were red, the nose was flat like a snake's nose, and the nostrils were two slits.

Voldemort is resurrected! ! !

Voldemort removed his gaze from Harry and saw that he did not look at Evan next to him and began to examine his body.

His hand is like a pale spider, his slender fingers touch his body, and he strokes one inch and one inch.

Thighs, chest, arms, face, his movements are slow, delicate and gentle.

The red eyes are brighter in the dark, and the barley is two slits, like the eyes of a cat.

After slowly touching his entire face, he raised his hands and moved his fingers, his expression ecstatic.

Voldemort was immersed in the joy of the new body. For years, he finally regained his life and returned to the magic world. He ignored the man who fell to the ground and bleeds, and ignored Evan, Harry and the big snake.

It didn't know when he swam back and slammed around Irving and Harry.

The atmosphere is strange and quiet, and time seems to be extremely long.

Ai Wen knows that it is time to leave. The purpose of this trip has been reached. There is no need for Voldemort to kill Harry here.

There are many things that are not ready yet, and he is not interested in staying at the Voldemort Resurrection Party.

The door key that Carrex gave to himself was in his arms, and he had already started it when he first came.

For a while, they can leave here.

If something unexpected happens during this period, you can use what Dumbledore gave to himself.

Finally, Voldemort checked his new body and looked satisfied.

He put his long fingers into a deep pocket and pulled out a wand.

He gently stroked his wand again, then raised his wand high and gave a cold and sharp smile.

"I am back!" he whispered. "How many people still remember me!"

Voldemort shook the wand, and the Dark Mark appeared in the air, and a green snake spit a snake.

It loomed in midair and became more and more obvious. As the number rose, Voldemort carefully looked at it.

"They will notice it. Now, we will see, we will know." Voldemort's face showed a cruel smug look.

He straightened up and raised his head and scanned the desolate open space.

“How many people have the guts to come back after feeling it?” he muttered. “How many more people will be stupid?”

He began to walk back and forth in front of Avon and Harry, scanning the open space from time to time.

As for the man who fell on the ground, he didn't even look at it, as if the other person was a useless junk.

The man stopped the blood for himself in a special way, but he was still very weak and was in a state of sudden death.

The vampire who turned to Voldemort did not seem to think that his new master would be so ruthless, and he could not beg for help.

Ai Wen stared at it all coldly, calculating the time, holding Harry tightly with one hand.

Suddenly, Voldemort pointed his wand at the stall on the ground, and they flew up and down to Avon and Harry.

This is his father's ashes, one of the necessities of his resurrection, and now completely lost its usefulness.

Voldemort's gaze fell on Harry's body again, and the snake's face twisted, revealing a cruel smile.

"Harry Potter, we met again!"

He whispered softly, "These bones, he used to belong to my father, he is a Muggle and stupid, just like your mother. But they are useful, are you? When you were young, you Mom died to protect you, and I killed my father. You see, how useful he was after he died."

Voldemort laughed again, and he paced back and forth, scanning the surroundings, and the snake was still wandering on the grass.

"My mother is a wizard, she fell in love with him, fell in love with the Muggle, but when she said her identity, he abandoned her, my father does not like magic!" Voldemort whispered, "like all stupid Like Muggles, he left her and returned to his Muggle parents, when I was not born."