Chapter 521 Blood, Flesh and Bones

"I probably know who taught Harry the Eye Curse. That person has nothing to do with this. Stop forcing Harry."

Just when Harry was at a loss, Professor McGonagall suddenly spoke to help him.

Harry glanced at Professor McGonagall gratefully, then looked at Professor Moody who was still close to him, and said, "I really can't think of anyone else."

At this time, Harry noticed that Professor Moody's expression became a little strange, as if...

Laughing?

Moody grinned, showing his jagged teeth, and said in a hoarse voice: "Is it Black?"

Harry was startled and blurted out subconsciously: "You...how do you know?!"

However, before he could finish his words, Harry felt something like a tug behind his navel, and his feet suddenly came off the ground.

The back of his hand was firmly stuck to Professor Moody's crutch, which dragged him forward amid the whistling wind and swirling colors. Harry could feel Mad-Eye Moody beside him, seemingly still. Laughing wildly.

It's him!

Harry finally realized that the man behind the scenes was Mad-Eye Moody! Unfortunately, he found out too late.

The crutches took the two of them to their destination. Harry, who was dragged away in a sitting position, sat directly on the ground, while Mad-Eye Moody suddenly jumped forward and rolled twice on the ground. The portkey crutch fell aside.

Immediately afterwards, countless strange black mud surged up from the ground, wrapping both Harry and Moody in it.

"Harry, you've been caught too, meow!"

Just when Harry was about to struggle, Fish's heartless greeting sounded next to him. He turned around and saw that Fish, like himself, was also wrapped in this weird black mud, with only one exposed. The head is outside.

After saying hello to Harry, Maomao looked at Moody who was also arrested in confusion and muttered: "Did Fish guess wrong that Alastor is not a bad guy?"

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"No! It's him! He brought me here with the portkey!" Harry shouted.

"Sure enough, it's him!" Maomao was happy now, "Fish just said, there's something wrong with this guy, Albus still doesn't believe me!"

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Peter Pettigrew, who was standing aside, chanted a spell and released the black mud that trapped the fake Moody. He fell to the ground, kicked the fallen crutch aside, and then limped to Wormtail. .

"Master, I brought Harry Potter to you!"

Fake Moody said enthusiastically to the baby in Wormtail's arms.

"Very good! Very good! Barty, my most loyal servant," Voldemort's voice also sounded a little excited, "Voldemort will never forget the people who do things for him."

"Voldemort!" Harry exclaimed, "He is Voldemort!"

At the same time, he felt severe pain in his scar again. He had never felt such severe pain in his life, and if he hadn't been covered in black mud, Harry thought he would be rolling around in pain.

"Yes, it's me, Harry Potter."

The swaddled voice replied calmly, and then he told Wormtail: "Let's get started, I can't wait."

"Yes Master."

Wormtail handed the swaddle in his arms to the fake Moody, and then removed the black mud from Harry. However, before Harry could fight back, a disarming spell fell on him. Harry, who lost his wand, quickly He was quickly subdued by Wormtail and dragged by him to a marble tombstone.

By the light of Wormtail's wand, Harry saw clearly the name on the tombstone - Tom Riddle.

Harry knew this name, it was the name Voldemort used when he was a student.

Wormtail used magic to conjure ropes and tied Harry tightly to the tombstone, tying them one after another from his neck to his ankles. Harry heard rapid, light breathing coming from inside the hood. He struggled hard, but was hit by the opponent, and a finger was missing from the hand that hit him.

"You are Peter! Peter Pettigrew who killed my parents!"

Harry yelled through gritted teeth, finally recognizing the other person's identity.

Wormtail's body trembled, not daring to look at Harry, but silently checking whether the rope was tied tightly.

After making sure that Harry was tied up tightly and unable to move, Wormtail took out a black substance from his cloak and roughly stuffed it into Harry's mouth, silencing his curses.

Then Wormtail hurried away without saying a word.

"Oh...he's Banban!"

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Fish suddenly realized who Peter Pettigrew was.

Then the cat started yelling at Wormtail's back.

"You bad guy! Feishu should have just eaten you, meow!"

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Wormtail ignored him, quickened his pace, and disappeared among the tombstones.

Harry was tied tightly to the tombstone and could not turn his head to look behind the tombstone. He could only see the scene directly in front of him.

To his right was Fish, who was trapped in the black mud. His head was looking around restlessly. On the other side stood Mad-Eye Moody, who was looking at the baby in his arms with a flattering look on his face. .

Harry couldn't understand that the Mad-Eye Moody he knew was an Auror who was at odds with the Death Eaters. Why would he suddenly work for Voldemort?

But soon, Harry recalled that Voldemort had called him Barty before, not Alastor or Moody.

"Uh-huh!"

Harry wanted to question the other party, but Wormtail stuffed a cloth ball in his mouth and he couldn't speak at all.

"Huh?" At this moment, Fish suddenly looked behind Harry, "What kind of snake are you? It feels so strange."

Then Harry also heard a slight rustling sound coming from behind him, and soon came to his feet. Harry looked down and saw a big snake winding on the grass and circling around his tombstone.

The snake ignored Fish, and after swimming around Harry's feet for a while, it coiled up next to the tombstone.

Immediately afterwards, Wormtail pushed a stone crucible to the side of the grave with a wheezing sound.

This crucible is so huge that even an adult can sit in it. It is filled with unknown liquid.

Wormtail used his wand to scratch the bottom of the crucible, and crackling flames rose from the bottom of the crucible. The big snake seemed to dislike fire. It left the tombstone and swam into the darkness.

The liquid in the cauldron seemed to heat up very quickly. Not only did the surface begin to boil, but sparks also burst out, as if it was burning. The steam became thicker and thicker, and the figure of Wormtail who was watching the flame became blurred.

"It's done, Master."

When the entire surface of the water was flashing with sparks as dazzling as diamonds, Wormtail said, and the fake Moody came up with Voldemort in his arms.

He opened the swaddling clothes and revealed Voldemort's ugly body again. Harry wanted to scream when he saw it for the first time, but was blocked by the cloth in his mouth.

The fake Moody carefully put Voldemort into the crucible, and with a hiss, he sank, and then the fake Moody stepped aside and stared at Wormtail with envy.

Urged by the fake Moody's eyes, Wormtail trembled and came to the crucible. He raised his wand, closed his eyes, and said to the night sky: "Father's bones, donated unintentionally, can make your son reborn!"

The grave under Harry's feet cracked, and a small wisp of dust rose into the air at the call of Wormtail, and gently fell into the crucible. The diamond-like liquid surface broke, hissing, sparks splashed, and the liquid turned bright blue.

"Oh oh oh! So interesting meow!"

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Unlike the terrified Harry, Fish was very interested in this kind of fancy things.

Then, Wormtail pulled out a long, thin, silver-shining dagger from his cloak, and he sobbed and said: "The flesh of a servant...voluntarily donated...can make...your master...reborn."

The envy in the fake Moody's eyes has turned into jealousy at this time.

However, Wormtail obviously didn't think there was anything to envy about this matter. He gritted his teeth and trembled as he cut off his right hand with a finger missing.

After a scream that pierced the night sky, Wormtail gasped in pain and threw his severed hand into the crucible. The potion in the crucible changed again and turned into a bright fiery red.

Wormtail gasped and groaned in pain. When the painful breath sprayed on Harry's face, Harry, who couldn't bear to see the scene just now, realized that Wormtail had come to him.

"The blood of the enemy... forced to give... can revive your enemy...."

Harry struggled desperately, but he was tied too tightly and could only watch Wormtail cut his arm with the dagger and then catch his blood in a small glass bottle.

As the Dark Lord who once plunged the entire English wizarding world into a dark rule, Voldemort's enemies were naturally more than just Harry, but in order to solve the protection spell on Harry and break the prophecy, Harry was naturally the best choice.

In fact, Voldemort also considered Fish, but after guessing that Fish's true identity was not human, Voldemort gave up this idea for the sake of safety.

Besides, Voldemort was confident enough that he could easily subdue Fish after he recovered his strength. When Fish became his subordinate, his magical spells could naturally be used by him.

Wormtail poured Harry's blood into the crucible, and the liquid inside immediately turned dazzling white. After doing all this, Wormtail knelt down beside the crucible, his body tilted, and he collapsed on the ground, holding his bleeding broken arm and gasping and sobbing.

On the other side, the fake Moody came forward excitedly, staring at the crucible with a fanatical face, which kept splashing sparks.

Suddenly, the sparks on the crucible went out, and a white steam rose from the crucible.

In the white water vapor, a man's black figure slowly rose from the crucible. The figure was tall and thin, like a skeleton.

The fake Moody came forward attentively and put on the robe for the man - the swaddling clothes used to wrap the ugly baby before.

The thin man stepped out of the cauldron, staring at Harry... Harry saw the face that had often appeared in his nightmares for three years, paler than a skull, with two big red eyes, a nose as flat as a snake's, and two slits in the nostrils...

Voldemort has resurrected.

"But..." Fish's voice sounded again, "You still don't have a nose or hair?"

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