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In the distance, Wu Qizhe heard Voldemort in Wormtail's arms say in a loud and cold voice, "kill the one who gets in the way."

"Master, I think it's better to leave him. You are coming to the magic world, and this man is the most famous seeker in the magic world. If you take him as your servant, it will certainly help your momentum." Wormtail said humbly.

Voldemort thought for a while and said, "your proposal is not bad. I'll listen to you for a while. And I feel the magic waves of my faithful servant, little Barty crouch, in this body

"Young man, do you hear me? My master is going to take you as a servant. This is your most glorious moment. Don't you kneel down and submit quickly." Wormtail pointed at Krum with a magic wand and said.

"I don't know where you are. You dare to talk to me, Victor Krum. I think you are tired of living." Then he raised his wand to fight.

"Get rid of your weapons." Krum had not begun to cast the spell, but had been knocked down by Wormtail with a spell.

Harry looked at his tail and focused on Crum. He planned to turn around and run away. They were so weird that they were the same as the one he had seen in his dream.

"Wormtail, you fool, Harry Potter is going to run away." Voldemort warned angrily.

In response, Wormtail immediately points his wand at Harry Potter. Harry Potter's body floats uncontrollably and is imprisoned on the stone carving.

Wormtail finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then Voldemort was obviously a little impatient: "young man, I give you one last chance to be my servant or die."

As if it wasn't convincing enough, Voldemort continued, "your teacher, karlov, is also a believer of mine, so there's no shame in being my servant, son. I believe you're a smart man." Sometimes severe, sometimes good, this is Voldemort's royal way.

"Young man, my master is Voldemort, the greatest black magic wizard in the world. His tolerance and kindness to you are so precious that you don't make a wise choice soon." Now even Wormtail is losing patience.

As soon as Crum heard Voldemort's name, his legs softened and he fell on his knees. The man in front of him was Voldemort.

When Wu Qizhe saw this scene in the distance, he had a disdainful smile on his face. He was indeed a student of Igor karlov, and all of them came down in one continuous line.

Wormtail had obviously lost his patience. He put his wand on Krum's forehead and said, "Avada..." the green light was shining. The spell was about to stand out.

"I will, I will be Lord Voldemort's most faithful servant." Crum's sweat bristled and nodded.

Wormtail's face flashed a successful smile: "well, you stand aside, today is your lucky day, the first day to join the host camp, you can witness the great moment of the host's rebirth."

Crum stood on one side tremblingly. He had never suffered so much regret. If he didn't come to compete with Harry Potter for the cup, it was just a pity that desire was like a bottomless hole. Coupled with a series of previous failures, he was eager to win the cup and prove himself. How could he give Harry Potter the chance to win the championship.

Wormtail puts Voldemort on the ground. His wheezing starts again. He asks Krum to help. Harry heard them pushing something heavy. Then they came into Harry's sight and pushed a stone crucible under the grave. The crucible seems to be full of water - splashing sound. This crucible is bigger than all the crucibles that HA used, and can hold an adult sitting in it. The things in the ground baggage moved more vigorously, as if to break free. Wormtail was busy scratching the bottom of the crucible with his wand. Suddenly, a crackling flame sprang up under the crucible.

The liquid in the crucible seems to heat quickly. The surface not only began to boil, but also sparkled as if it were on fire. As the steam grew thicker, the figure of Wormtail, who looked after the fire, became blurred. The burden moved more quickly.

Voldemort's shrill, cold voice rose again

"Come on, come on."

Now there are sparks all over the water, like diamonds.

"It's done, master."

"Now... Quick..." said the cold voice.

Wormtail rips the burden off the ground to reveal what's inside. Harry let out a scream, but was choked by the stuff in his mouth.

It's like Wormtail flipping over a stone to reveal a slimy, eyeless, ugly thing - no, it's more terrible, a hundred times more terrible. The shape of the thing carried by Wormtail looks like a curled up baby. It has no hair. It seems to have scales on its body. Its skin is dark and red. It looks like tender flesh. Its arms and legs are thin and soft, and its face - no living child has such a face - is a flat snake face with shining red eyes.

Voldemort raised his thin arm around Wormtail's neck. Wormtail holds it in his hand. Then Wormtail's hood fell off, and Harry saw a look of disgust on his pale, weak face in the light of the fire. Wormtail held the thing to the edge of the crucible, and for a moment Harry saw the dancing spray on the surface of the potion illuminate the evil flat face. Wormtail put it into the crucible, and with a hiss, it sank. Harry heard the soft sound of his body touching the bottom of the crucible.

Wu Qizhe frowned. Voldemort had too much courage to revive himself. This kind of feeling of being left behind in a hot oil pan is not what ordinary people can enjoy.

Wormtail was talking. His voice trembled, as if he was scared out of his mind. He raised his wand, closed his eyes and said to the night sky, "my father's bone, which I donated unintentionally, can regenerate your son!"

The grave under Harry's feet cracked, and Harry watched in horror as a large piece of bone rose into the air at Wormtail's call and fell gently into the crucible. The diamond like liquid surface cracked, hissed, sparks splashed, and the liquid turned into a bright red blue, which was toxic at a glance.

Wormtail is whining. He drew a long, thin, silver dagger from his cloak. His voice suddenly turned into a sob of extreme fear: "servant's flesh is donated voluntarily, which can make your master reborn."

He held out his right hand - the one that had lost a finger - and held the dagger tightly in his left hand, waving it to his right.

A scream broke the night sky, his right hand fell into the crucible, the liquid medicine instantly turned red.

On one side, Crum's teeth trembled when he saw this terrible scene. He was not angry about his desire to escape. He was afraid that as soon as he turned around, he would be hit by Avada's curse. He was still young, and he didn't want to die.

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