The Sons of Grindelwald at Hogwarts

He looked at Harry, Harry didn't notice the bushes behind him moving at all, he just looked sadly at his body that was faked by a stand-in puppet...although an ant seemed to crawl into the stand-in couple's nostrils.

Orlynworth looked at it with disgust and remembered that the nostrils of the stand-in doll were drilled.

so awkward.

This magic requires the use of the servant's flesh, the father's bone, and the blood of the enemy... Seriously, this kind of magic is the kind of disgusting black magic that even ghosts don't use...

Orlynworth frowned, trying to ward off his curiosity not to see this sordid ritual in progress.

Wormtail's lips twitched, his voice trembled, as if he had been deranged from fright...

He 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 to Harry's horror Harry saw a wisp of dust rise into the air at Wormtail's call, and gently fall into the cauldron.

The diamond-like liquid surface broke open, and the liquid turned a vivid blue color that looked poisonous...

Wormtail looked like he was going to cry any second. He pulled a long, thin, silvery dagger from his cloak, and his voice suddenly turned into a sob of terror...

Orlynworth twitched the corners of his mouth, speechless.

The trembling **** in front of him didn't have any sympathy, after all...Even if he had nowhere to go, he couldn't betray his friend.

He turned his head, unwilling to watch this bloody scene.

With a scream, the potion turned fiery red.

A few seconds passed.

"Venue—the blood of your enemy, forced to sacrifice, will bring your enemy back to life."

Harry was struggling.

Pettigrew tremblingly walked to Harry's side, then took out a silver knife and cut Harry's arm.

Wormtail gasped—the dangling silver dagger trembled in Wormtail's hand.

Harry: "???"

Under Harry's confused gaze, Wormtail took out a glass bottle from his pocket and placed it next to Harry's wound, a small amount of blood flowed into the bottle.

He took Harry's blood, staggered to the cauldron, poured it in, and the liquid in the cauldron turned blinding white.

Harry looked worried, wishing it had been drowned...

The cauldron was about to boil, and sparks like diamonds flew out in all directions, so bright and dazzling that everything around them became the color of black velvet.

Although Voldemort has many, many enemies, maybe I still insist on using Harry's blood.Perhaps it was because he already knew that Lily was in Harry's blood for protection, or maybe it was because...he wanted to show to many Death Eaters that he could completely defeat Harry!It would also show how easy it was for him to beat Harry.

He is also very clear about the thoughts in the heart of this braised egg at this time...

Didn't he just want to take this opportunity to earn some money from Harry, and to show how awesome he is, and by the way, stand a little more stable among the Death Eaters.

Olynworth thought with some disdain.

Voldemort can touch Harry, because of the magic of love in Harry, he now has it too.

Voldemort must have been very happy.

Oliver turned around blankly and looked at Harry again.

Suddenly, the spark above the crucible went out.