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The liquid in the crucible began to roll violently, making a deafening roar. The flames splashed and turned into countless dazzling diamond light spots.

They cut through the air like meteors and disappeared into the surrounding darkness. The entire classroom seemed to become a dark velvet background, leaving only the crucible burning in the center.

Pettigrew could no longer control himself and let out a heart-rending scream, the sound echoing in the empty classroom.

At this moment, the flame on the crucible suddenly went out, and all the light disappeared in an instant, replaced by dead silence and rising white steam.

Steam quickly filled the entire classroom, obscuring everything.

Snape tried to open his eyes, but all he could see was white.

Suddenly, a vague figure appeared in the white mist.

It was the outline of a man, tall and thin, with an abrupt frame, like some kind of ghost crawling out of the grave.

The shadow became clearer and clearer, gradually revealing horrifyingly pale skin, blood-red eyes, and a nose as flat as a snake.

"Get me dressed."

A cold, sharp voice sounded, echoing in the steam, as if coming from all directions.

Pettigrew sobbed and stood up tremblingly. Only then did he realize that Snape had passed out. He grabbed a black robe from the ground and put it on the figure in front of him with trembling hands.

His movements were clumsy and his fingers could barely grasp the fabric, but he didn't dare to slack off.

The tall and thin figure was wrapped in a black robe. The man stepped out of the crucible, his steps slow but with an unquestionable majesty.

His skin was as pale as bones, and the scarlet light in his eyes pierced people's hearts, as if he could see through the deepest secrets of his soul.

Voldemort is resurrected.

Voldemort stood next to the crucible, his pale skin reflecting the embers that were not completely extinguished in the crucible, looking strange and terrifying.

He looked down at Peter Pettigrew, who was slumped on the ground.

"Bring me the things."

His voice was low and hoarse.

Wormtail's whole body was shaken, and he rubbed his hands helplessly, and large beads of sweat fell from his forehead.

His lips trembled, and he struggled to spit out a few broken words:

"But...but...Master...Snape...he...he passed out...I...I can't solve those problems...and...and..."

He panted, his voice getting lower and lower, as if he was afraid that his words would offend the newly resurrected master in front of him.

Voldemort's red eyes narrowed slightly with a suffocating mockery.

He sneered softly, and the sound was like a blade cutting through cold glass, causing Wormtail's heartbeat to speed up suddenly.

"What are you afraid of, Pettigrew?"

He slowly bent down, his face so close to Wormtail's that he could almost feel each other's breath.

His slender fingers gently lifted Wormtail's chin so that the other party could not escape those sharp snake-like eyes.

"They won't come...even if they notice, it won't be in time."

He stood up straight and adjusted his pitch-black robe slowly, with a kind of solemn confidence in his tone.

"My friends have moved to hold off those fools at Hogwarts."

As he spoke, Voldemort raised his wand, and the wand, which was longer and thinner than an ordinary wand, emitted a slight chill.

He pointed the wand at the broken window of the classroom, flicked his wrist, and a silver thread shot out like lightning.

Silver threads snaked in the air, emitting a faint light and flying into the distant night sky.

"And now, I'm going to teach that kid a lesson."

Voldemort's scarlet eyes flashed with murderous intent.

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Hogwarts Castle, North Tower.

Behind a circular trap door.

It has a space that looks like a cross between a loft and an old-fashioned teahouse.

At least twenty small round tables were crammed inside, surrounded by calico armchairs and bulging little futons.

Everything in the room was illuminated by a hazy red light, the curtains were tightly drawn, and many of the lamps were covered with large crimson scarves.

There were many shelves lined up along the circular wall, crowded with dirty quills, candle stubs, many tattered playing cards, countless silver crystal balls and a lot of tea cups.

In the center of the room, a witch wearing a complicated robe and exaggerated jewelry on her hands was holding a small teacup, staring down at the remaining tea leaves floating in it.

Her eyes were focused and tense, as if she was trying to decipher some kind of revelation hidden in the lines of the tea leaves.

Suddenly, she raised her head suddenly, and the teacup almost slipped.

The crystal ball in the room burst out with dazzling silver light at the same time, like a sudden mysterious warning, and the flashing light reflected on her pale face.

She stared at the tea cup, her hands began to tremble, and her lips moved slightly.

Immediately, her expression suddenly distorted, as if she had seen an extremely terrifying sight.

"Watch out for the full moon!"