Chapter 698 Evil Magic

After the black thing was pushed in, Harry couldn't make a sound and could only struggle desperately.

But it was useless at all, his hands and feet were tied, and he had completely lost the ability to move.

His body trembled uncontrollably, and the man in the cloak began to reach out and grope around him.

Can hear rapid and light breathing coming from inside the hood, Harry continued to fight hard, and the man hit him.

Anxiety and insult were mixed together, Harry whimpered and didn't know what to say.

Ai Wen hurriedly hugged him from behind, telling him to calm down, not to struggle and resist, which was meaningless at all.

They can do nothing now, they can only wait in peace, waiting for Voldemort's return...

The other party was busy checking whether the rope was tied tightly. After confirming that Harry had been tied tightly and could not move, he glanced at Ivan along the rope and hesitated for a moment. He might have thought that Ivan was just a The frightened little girl will not hinder the next magic, so I don't care about him.

He left the two of them in the grass, and then hurried away without saying a word.

Behind Harry, Ivan raised his head vigorously, and through the thick fog, he saw a stone cauldron in front of them.

Voldemort was just under the cauldron, in that baby-like bundle, restless and ready to move.

Harry stared at it too, fear and desperation creeping through him.

His scar was burning hot again, and he suddenly realized that he didn't want to see what was in the bag, he didn't want that bag to open...

Something terrible is about to happen, and he suddenly realizes that he and Gabriel may die here.

Just like Cedric who just died, and then the body was used for experiments by evil vampires...

The next second, Aiwen heard a sound at his feet, and looked down, and saw a big snake winding on the grass.

It slid towards the two of them, spat out the message, and stared at Ivan and Harry, as if it couldn't help swallowing them.

There was a hissing sound from inside the baggage, and the big snake retreated a certain distance, circling around them unwillingly.

The man in the cloak began to fill the cauldron with water, and the sound of splashing could be heard.

This stone crucible is very large, larger than all the crucibles Ivan has seen, and can accommodate an adult sitting in it.

The things in the baggage on the ground moved more vigorously, as if they were about to break free.

Suddenly, crackling green flames shot up from under the cauldron, and evil leaped in the flames.

The liquid in the crucible seemed to heat so rapidly that the surface not only began to boil, but sparks shot out, as if on fire.

The steam became thicker and thicker, the surrounding fog became thicker, and the figure of the man who was looking after the flames became blurred.

The burden moved more urgently, and they heard Voldemort's sharp, grim voice again.

"quick!"

Now the whole surface of the water was sparkling, as if studded with diamonds.

"It's ready, master!" The man's voice trembled uncontrollably, as if he was also terribly afraid.

"Now..." said the grim voice.

He tore off the bundle on the ground, revealing the contents inside.

In front of Ivan, Harry let out another scream, but was stifled by the stuff in his mouth.

Ai Wen stared blankly at the front, staring intently...

The bundle was opened, as if a stone had been jerked over, revealing a slimy, eyeless ugliness.

No, it's even scarier than this, a hundred times scarier!

Voldemort now looked like a curled up baby, but there was nothing less baby-like.

It has no hair, and it seems to have scales on its body. Its skin is dark and red, like wounded tender meat.

Its arms and legs were thin and limp, its face...

No living child had such a face, a flat snake's face with sparkling red eyes.

It looked completely helpless, and it raised its thin arms and wrapped them around the neck of the man in front of him.

At this time, the egg on the man's head fell off, and one could see the panic and anxiety on the pale and weak face, as well as a trace of madness. He was honoring the resurrection of Voldemort, which is enough to be recorded in the annals of history Evil magic!

He carried Voldemort to the edge of the cauldron, and the splash of water dancing on the surface of the potion lit up the evil flat face.

Voldemort was then placed into the cauldron, which sank with a hiss.

Even at a distance, he could still hear the light sound of his limp body touching the bottom of the cauldron.

"It's started!" Ivan murmured, holding his wand tightly in his hand.

Harry was also praying endlessly to let it drown.

The scar on the forehead burns almost unbearably, please, let it drown...

The man began to speak, his low voice trembling, as if delirious with fright.

He raised his wand, closed his eyes, and shouted loudly, "Father's bones, accidentally donated, may regenerate your son!"

Inside the bundle on the ground, a wisp of dust rose into the air at his call and fell gently into the cauldron.

The diamond-like surface of the liquid cracked, hissing, sparks flying, and the liquid turned a bright red blue, instantly poisonous.

Ivan once asked Lupine and Sirius to find Voldemort's father's tomb, but long before that, the contents had been taken away by Voldemort's people, leaving only a destroyed tombstone. Voldemort had been planning this plan when he met the vampires in the Albanian forest.

In front of the cauldron, the man's body was shaking violently with the flames, and he paused for a while.

Then he drew a long, thin, silvery dagger from his cloak, his voice twisted in tremors.

"The servant's flesh is voluntarily donated to bring your master back to life!"

He stretched out his right hand, then tightly grasped the dagger with his left hand, and swung it towards his right hand.

Both Ivan and Harry closed their eyes subconsciously. Amidst the painful screams and panting sounds, they heard a disgusting plop, the dagger fell to the ground, and then, something was thrown into the cauldron, it was The man's arm was bloody.

Aiwen has seen similar descriptions in countless black magic books, but he never thought that he would see it with his own eyes.

This is evil magic in the general sense, the most evil and terrifying ritual.

Harry was also panting in pain, forcing the thin air into his lungs.

The dagger that the man swung down seemed to have stabbed him.

In the crucible, the potion turned fiery red, and strong light shone into their closed eyelids...