Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

"Kill whoever gets in the way!" said a grim voice.

A whoosh and then a shrill cry pierced the air.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A strong green light pierced everyone's eyelids, it was a killing curse, and Cedric stood there dumbfounded as if frightened.

Harry's scar hurt so badly that he felt nauseous.

Then the pain subsided, and he slowly opened his stinging eyes in terror.

He saw Cedric lying sprawled on the ground, dead...

For a never-ending second, Harry stared blankly at Cedric's face, at his expressionless gray eyes like the windows of an abandoned house, his mouth half-opened in a slightly be surprised.

Harry's brain couldn't accept the sight in front of him, and he didn't feel anything except a vague sense of disbelief.

Cedric died just like that, in front of him.

Who will be next, himself or Gabriel next to him, fear has gradually dominated him.

When the green light hit, Ai Wen's body moved, and then stopped suddenly.

The rope that had been loosened tied him and Harry again...

Cedric wasn't dead, just stunned by the spell.

The Killing Curse flew over, and just when Ivan had no choice but to prepare to do it, a strange black figure appeared beside Cedric, leading him to disappear from the spot to avoid the fatal attack.When they reappeared, Cedric was on the ground, but not dead.

"Karesis!" The cold voice became even colder, with a chill penetrating into the bone marrow.

"Give this boy to me, Dark Lord!" Kerexis said flatly, "I will deal with him, I suggest you start that magic immediately, Harry Potter is here, I think you must also Can't wait!"

"You're right, I really can't wait!" said Voldemort in a icy voice.

Except for Harry Potter, he has no interest in anyone else, and doesn't care whether they live or die.

Now that Kerexis has made his promise, let him take the boy!

Kerexis bowed slightly to Voldemort, and disappeared into the air with Cedric.

Before he left, he took a special look at Ivan, as if he had recognized his disguise.

Keresis took Cedric away, what is this guy going to do, turn him into a vampire too? !

Ivan heard this guy talk about it, and he found a lot of good candidates when he pretended to be teaching at Hogwarts.

It's better to be a vampire than to die here.

No matter what his purpose was, he did help Ivan solve a problem, so he didn't have to devote his energy to taking care of Cedric.

The man in the cloak gently put down his burden, and walked towards Ivan and Harry.

It was only then that Ivan saw clearly that this guy's face was pale, without the slightest trace of blood.

He didn't know the other person, maybe another vampire or a dark wizard, Voldemort would never be short of loyalists, even if he was weak and out of shape.

A man in a cloak came over and dragged Harry Ivan to the center of the wasteland, surrounded by black weeds.

Harry was struggling desperately, while Ivan remained motionless, observing silently as if he had been frightened out of his wits.

"Go away...Gabriel, I will protect..." Harry whimpered and couldn't speak, he could only kick his legs vigorously.

The other party put a piece of black stuff into his mouth roughly.

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 corpse 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!"

The whole surface of the water was now sparkling with sparks, 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 cold voice.

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

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

Aiwen 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 flesh.

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 soft 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 gasps, 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 beyond the usual 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 cauldron, the potion turned fiery red, and strong light shot into their closed eyelids...

699 Voldemort Returns

In the open space, there were only painful gasps and groans, lingering and echoing in mid-air.

Ai Wen opened his eyes and watched all this quietly. It was almost finished, only the last step...

The man staggered in front of them, blood staining his black robe red.

He ignored it completely, allowing the blood to splatter, and the last trace of madness flashed on his face.

"The blood of the enemy is forced to sacrifice, which can revive your enemy!" He said indifferently, almost shouting with all his strength.

Harry struggled desperately to break free from the ropes that bound him.

Through the slits of his eyes, he saw the dangling silver dagger trembling in the single hand of the man in front of him, stabbing towards himself.

Harry couldn't move, he could only watch the other person's movements helplessly.

The next second, he felt the tip of the dagger stab into his arm, and in the excruciating pain, blood dripped down the torn sleeve of his robe.

The man, who was still panting in pain, took out a small glass bottle from his pocket tremblingly, and placed it next to Harry's wound.

A small amount of blood dripped into the bottle, and he staggered to the cauldron with Harry's blood and poured it into it.

The liquid in the crucible immediately turned into a blinding white, viscous white liquid with a stench.

After completing the task, the man knelt down beside the cauldron, leaned over, and collapsed on the ground, panting for breath while holding his bleeding broken arm.

Beside him, the cauldron was boiling violently, diamond-like sparks splashed out, so bright and dazzling.

"Success!" Ivan stared closely at the stone cauldron. Voldemort used Harry's blood to resurrect him.

Harry's mother's blood curse will act on the two of them, protecting Harry and becoming extremely powerful!

Suddenly, all the sparks on the crucible went out.

A puff of white steam rose from the cauldron, and merged with the surrounding mist, covering everything.

The senses are blinded and useless, and the mystery of the uneasiness grows stronger, and it is a creepy feeling.

Through the thick white mist, they saw the black figure of a man rising slowly from the cauldron.

He was tall and thin, like a skeleton, with pale and eerie skin.

"Dress me!" said the grim, shrill voice behind the steam.