Hogwarts: Don't you all have the God's Eye?

The old man was very happy.

Lucius Malfoy's face was tense, and he forced himself to hold back his feelings. He picked up the thing in the package and put it into the crucible with trembling.

With a sizzle, the sound of an object touching the bottom came from the crucible, and a thick white smoke came out again.

During the whole process, Lucius Malfoy didn't dare to make a sound until he put the thing in completely, and then he was slightly relieved.

Then he raised his wand, closed his eyes, and slowly said: "Father's bones, accidentally donated, can make your son reborn!"

Harry was startled, and the grave under his feet suddenly cracked, and a cloud of dust that could not be seen clearly floated out from it and fell into the crucible.

The crucible began to hiss, bursting with sparks, and the liquid turned into a purple-red blue.

Then, Lucius Malfoy pulled out a long, silver dagger from his cloak and walked towards Harry.

"The blood of your enemies, forced to give... can resurrect your enemies."

Harry began to struggle, but he was tied too tightly.

He could only watch Lucius Malfoy holding the dagger and stabbing him.

"Ah!"

Harry screamed in pain, his arm was cut open effortlessly, and blood flowed, soon dyeing half of his body red.

Lucius Malfoy took out a small glass bottle from his pocket and put Harry's blood into the bottle.

Then, he took Harry's blood to the crucible and poured it in.

The liquid in the crucible immediately turned into a dazzling bright white.

Compared with his own injuries, Harry's attention was completely focused on the huge crucible.

An extremely evil aura came from it. Although Harry had no idea what would happen in the end, his reason told him that it would definitely not be a good thing.

After putting Harry's blood into the crucible, Lucius Malfoy suddenly stopped.

Harry watched the expression on his face change from the calmness he tried to hide to panic, and finally he struggled violently.

Lucius Malfoy was hesitating!

Harry saw the opportunity. Although he didn't know what Lucius Malfoy was going to do, he hurriedly said: "Stop! That's enough! You don't have to keep making mistakes!"

"Stop now! Don't go on! You can just leave now!"

Lucius Malfoy looked at Harry viciously, his eyes had turned red unconsciously.

"You don't understand at all! Potter! I have to do what he says!"

Harry said anxiously: "Let him die in there! He will drown!"

"No!" Lucius Malfoy's face did show a hint of hesitation, but then he roared, "He won't die! He... they have Draco in their hands!"

Harry's body shook, and he looked at the other party and the boiling crucible beside him in disbelief.

Lucius Malfoy looked at him with a complicated look at last, and pointed the dagger at his right hand.

The arm holding the dagger began to tremble sharply.

His voice suddenly became illusory, revealing irreversible despair: "The flesh of the servant... voluntarily donated, can make... your master... reborn!"

The next moment, his eyes were fierce, and he held the dagger tightly with his left hand and swung it hard towards his right hand.

"Ah ... With a plop, Lucius Malfoy picked up his broken arm and threw it into the crucible, trembling all over.

As Lucius Malfoy moved, the potion in the crucible turned fiery red and burst into a strong light.

After doing all this, Lucius Malfoy staggered a few steps, tilted his body, and collapsed on a tombstone next to him, gasping loudly in pain.

His broken arm was still bleeding, but he didn't even look at it, but stared at the mist coming out of the crucible in a trance.

His expression looked very strange, as if his soul had left his body.

The arrogance that seemed to be forever engraved on Lucius Malfoy's face disappeared, replaced by a dead silence.

His face was flowing with snot and tears, but his eyes were emotionless, and he looked like he had lost all hope.

Harry had never seen such a desperate face, but what frightened him even more was the thing in the crucible.

The crucible began to boil rapidly, and dense sparks flew out

Splash, as if it turned into a huge firework, dazzling.

Suddenly, the sparks on the crucible suddenly extinguished.

A white steam rose sharply from the crucible, and vaguely, a man's figure slowly rose from the crucible.

The man looked tall and thin, like a skeleton.

"Lucius... Although there are some twists and turns, I am glad that you finally made the right choice..."

The man stepped out of the crucible and said hoarsely.

His face was paler than the skeleton, his eyes were red, and his nose was completely flat, revealing two slit-like nostrils, looking like a snake.

As soon as he opened his hand, a full black cloak next to the package flew up and draped over him.

Harry's pupils suddenly widened, and his entire back couldn't help but feel cold.

Voldemort, resurrected...