Harry Potter and Shafik

76 Voldemort Returns

Hilbert was about to throw up.

Feeling his feet hitting the ground, his injured leg gave way and he fell to the ground, finally letting go of the Tri-Strong Cup.He looked up.

"Where are we?" he asked.

Harry looked at his surroundings blankly and shook his head.It was completely outside the boundaries of Hogwarts, and they had apparently flown miles—perhaps hundreds, because not even the hills surrounding the castle had disappeared.They stood in a dark, overgrown cemetery and could see the black silhouette of a small church behind a tall yew tree to the right.On the left is a hill.Harry could make out a fine old house on the hillside.

"The trophy is cursed, this is a portkey." Hilbert said while looking at the Triwizard Cup.

They drew their wands, and Harry kept glancing around.He had that strange feeling again, as if someone was watching them.

"Someone is coming," he said suddenly.

Nervously, they squinted their eyes and looked into the darkness. A figure was walking towards them step by step between the graves.Harry couldn't make out the man's face, but from his gait and the position of his arms, he seemed to be holding something.He was of medium height, and wore a hooded cloak that concealed his face.A few steps closer - and the distance between them shrinking, Harry could see that the man was holding what looked like a baby - or was it just a bag of clothes?
Suddenly, Harry's scar ached sharply.He had never felt such severe pain in his life.The wand slipped to the ground, he covered his face with his hands, his legs bent and fell to the ground, he couldn't see anything in front of him, and his head seemed to explode. "Harry! Harry! What's wrong with you?" Hilbert rushed to Harry's side.

At this moment, the man in black suddenly waved the wand in his hand, and Hilbert felt his whole body was tied up like a rope, unable to move.The vines on the ground next to him bound him tightly.Bundled from neck to ankle, the man in the cloak had put down his bundle, lit his wand, and was dragging Harry towards the marble headstone.Harry saw a name in the flickering light of his wand before being shoved and bumped his back against the headstone.Tom Riddle.

The man in black pushed a stone cauldron under the grave.The cauldron seemed to fill with water—Harry heard a splash.The cauldron was larger than any that Harry had ever used, and could accommodate a full grown man in it.I saw the man in black picking up the package on the ground, revealing a slimy, ugly, eyeless thing—no, it was even scarier than this, a hundred times scarier.The thing the man in black carried looked like a curled up baby, but nothing less like a baby had ever been seen.It has no hair, and it seems to have scales on its body. Its skin is dark and red, like wounded tender flesh.Its arms and legs were thin and limp, and its face--no living child had such a face--was that of a flat snake with sparkling red eyes.The man threw the monster into the cauldron, splashing a splash of water, and Hilbert felt his limbs were so cold that he was about to die of necrosis due to lack of blood circulation!The man in black raised his wand, closed his eyes, and said to the night sky: "Father's bones, donated by accident, can make your son regenerate!"

The grave opened beneath Harry's feet, and a femur floated out, dropping 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.

The man in black put away his wand, and took out a sharp knife from his pocket. His voice turned into a sob of extreme fear: "The meat of the servant - donated by - voluntarily, can make - your master - Rebirth."

He cut off his left hand, and a scream of pain pierced their eardrums, followed by a disgusting splash as something was thrown into the cauldron... but the potion turned fiery red, and the The man in black walked up to Harry again, "The blood of the enemy...is forced to sacrifice...it can make your enemy...resurrect." He cut his clothes and drew a bloody line on Harry's left arm The mouth of the cauldron... He staggered to the cauldron with Harry's blood and poured it into it.The liquid in the crucible immediately turned blinding white.At this time, the crucible suddenly burst into flames, something came out of it, and the crucible melted!Limbs, a head, and five sense organs grew out of that fuzzy mass of flesh and blood.A black mist quickly enveloped the surroundings, but it covered the "person" and turned into a robe.Pale than a skeleton, two big red eyes, a nose as flat as a snake's, and two thin slits for nostrils...

Voldemort is resurrected.

"Welcome Master to return to the world!" The man in black knelt on the ground and said tremblingly.

"Give me my wand!" The man in black offered his wand. "Extend your left arm! Doronik!"

The bloody left arm of the man in black was grabbed by Voldemort, and a snake spit out from the mouth of a skeleton, which was the figure that appeared in the Quidditch World Cup: the Dark Mark.Voldemort studied it carefully,
"It's back," he whispered. "They'll all notice it... Now, we'll see... we'll know..."

He pressed his long, pale forefinger to Doronik's arm.

The wound on Harry's forehead throbbed again, and the fellow Voldemort called Doronick let out another wail.Voldemort lifted his finger away from Doronick's mark, and Harry saw the mark turn black.

A look of cruel triumph appeared on Voldemort's face.He straightened up, raised his head, and scanned the dark cemetery. "After feeling it, how many people have the guts to come back?" he murmured, staring at the stars in the sky with glowing red eyes, "and how many people would be stupid not to come?" A cloud of black mist fell on the ground and turned into people. They were dressed the same as Doronik, with pointed hats, black robes, and skull masks on their faces.

The air was suddenly filled with the sound of cloaked pawns.Between the tombs, and behind the cedar trees, in every shadowy place there were apparitions of wizards.They all wore hoods and covered their faces.They came one by one... slowly and cautiously, as if they couldn't believe their eyes.Voldemort stood there in silence, waiting.A Death Eater fell to his knees, climbed up to Voldemort, and kissed the hem of his black robe.

"Master...Master..." he whispered.

The same was true of the Death Eaters behind him, each kneeling and crawling up to Voldemort, kissing his robes, then stepping aside, standing up and forming a silent circle.

Hilbert gritted his teeth and stared at everything in front of him, suddenly he felt like he knew someone!
"Welcome, Death Eaters," said Voldemort calmly. "Thirteen years... It's been thirteen years since we last met. And yet you answer my call just like yesterday... That is to say, we are still united in the Black Under the magic mark! Is it?"

He raised his hideous face, opened his two slit-like nostrils and sniffed.

"I smell guilt," he said. "There's a stink of guilt in the air."

The circle trembled again, and it seemed that everyone wanted to step back, but dared not move.

"I see you, in good health, with magic as ever—so swiftly arrived!—and I ask myself...why have these wizards kept from coming to the aid of their master, to whom they swore their allegiance forever?" "This disappoints me...I admit I'm disappointed..."

One of the circles suddenly fell to the ground, prostrate at Voldemort's feet, shaking from head to toe.

Voldemort reached out and grabbed the masks off their faces. "Crabbe! McNeil! Goyle! And you, Lucius!" The man under the hood took off his hat, revealing his sly face, Hilbert felt His whole body was completely cold, second only to his godfather, parents, and Taoist Lingxu, the person who treated him best was his Uncle Lucius, the head of the Malfoy family!

Voldemort raised his wand again, waved it in the air, and the tip of the wand drew a band of light like molten silver, shapeless at first, then twisted into a gleaming human hand, as bright as moonlight .It flew off by itself and settled on Doronik's bleeding wrist.

Doronik stopped sobbing suddenly, his breathing was heavy and harsh.He raised his head and looked at the silver hand in disbelief.It fit seamlessly on his arm, as if he were wearing a dazzling glove.He tried to bend his shining fingers, and tremblingly picked up a twig from the ground, crushing it into powder.

"My lord," he said softly, "Master...so beautiful...thank you...thank you..."

He crawled over on his knees and kissed Voldemort's robes.

"I hope your loyalty will not waver again, Doronick," said Voldemort.

"No, my master...never, my master..." Doronik stood up and joined the circle, with tears still on his face, looking at his powerful novice repeatedly.Voldemort walked towards a man on Doronick's right.

"Lucius, my sly friend," he whispered, pausing before the man, "I hear that you have not given up on your past actions, despite your sanctimonious face before the world. I believe Would you still take the lead in torturing Muggles? But you never went looking for me, Lucius... Your Quidditch World Cup was interesting... but if you put your energy into finding and helping your master , isn't it better?"

"Master, I have been very attentive," Lucius Malfoy's voice came quickly from under the hood, "as long as there is any signal from you, as long as there is any rumor of your whereabouts, I will rush to your side immediately. , nothing can stop me—"

"But you ran away last summer when a loyal Death Eater fired my mark into the air," said Voldemort lazily—Mr. Malfoy suddenly shut up, "Yeah, I know, Lucius...you have disappointed me...I hope you will serve me more faithfully in the future."

"Of course, Master, of course...you are generous, thank you..."

"The Lestranges should be standing here," said Voldemort softly, "but they were buried alive in Azkaban. They were loyal. They would rather go into Azkaban than betray me... After Zkaban is breached, the Lesters will have rewards they could never have dreamed of. Dementors will join us...they are our natural allies...we will recall the banished giants...I will get all my Loyal servants, have regained a group of magical creatures that everyone fears..."

"I will unify them all!"

(End of this chapter)