HP: The Shadow Returns

"Where is this?"

Harry looked at the unfamiliar surroundings with a panicked expression.

The overwhelming shadow of the dragon passed by and roared in the sky. He was so frightened that he immediately crouched down and then crawled up.

Thestrals stood on the lawn in the distance and watched from a distance, the green mist spreading and elongating from their eyes.

The place was filled with suffocating silence and desolation, and the ominous smell from the black thorns in the distance made the uneasiness in his heart even stronger.

"Portkey..."

He was so nervous that before he could move to pick up the trophy that rolled to the side, the plants on the ground suddenly grew up and passed through the gap between Harry's body, imprisoning him high in the air.

"Good evening, Harry Potter"

This metallic sound? !

"Virta?"

When the plant turned his figure around, he saw Virta wearing a golden mask followed by several people. She came to him with her graceful figure swaying.

Harry swallowed his saliva. He might never forget those green eyes until his death, perhaps because of fear and fear.

"Peter Pettigrew!"

He saw the timid figure greeting him again, and his voice suddenly became angry, but soon, he was speechless due to the severe pain in the scar.

"quick!"

Voldemort roared impatiently.

Sansaro wasn't going to waste time. She turned her hand and a test tube appeared out of thin air in her heart.

The plant stretched out a long thin strip of paper, and the sharp spikes on it sliced ​​Harry's arm open.

"Ah!" He roared in pain.

But all this was of no avail. Huerta directly raised his hand to take some fresh food in the test tube, and glanced at it suggestively.

"Thank you, Harry. I don't know if it's appropriate to say this now."

Dusava directly threw the body of Voldemort she was holding into the large, seemingly hot cauldron.

Huerta turned around and walked forward slowly, throwing a piece of gray-white bone into it, her thin lips slightly opened.

"Bone of the father unknowingly given you will renew your son"

After that, she glanced coldly at Peter Pettigrew. His forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat because of fear, but he didn't dare to waste time. He immediately stepped forward, cut off one of his hands and threw it in.

Huerta's deep magnetic voice continued to sound.

"Flesh of the servan willingly given you will revive your master"

Harry felt his head hurt even more, as if there were thousands of snails spraying mucus and fire in his head.

The corners of Virta's mouth curved, and the liquid in the crucible reflected her excited eyes. She poured the blood from the test tube into it, raised her hand and opened and closed her lips.

"Blood of the enemy forcibly aken you will resurrect your foe"

After reciting the spell, the cauldron was instantly surrounded by flames. Virta subconsciously stepped back quickly, but Theodore stepped forward in time to support her.

After she stabilized her figure, she stared at the flames condensed in the sky with burning eyes, looking at the things moving inside, her red lips pursed slightly and she burst into laughter.

"The Dark Lord is about to be reborn!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Harry's screams became more intense. Pain, fear, and all kinds of desperate emotions made her feel extremely happy.

Not only her, but all the people who have been assimilated by the black mist have developed this twisted and terrifying mentality.

After the flames disappeared, the twisted mollusk-like flesh kept changing and growing in mid-air, gradually growing hands and feet, and the mucus between the adjacent limbs pulled each other.

Threads of black mist enveloped him, and finally turned into a black robe and draped it over the transformed Voldemort.

His body was bald, without any hair, and his fingers were pale and thin, like spider legs. Voldemort moved his body intoxicatedly, and finally placed his hands on his temples and opened his eyes.

It is a pair of scarlet sharp snake eyes.

"My Virta..."

He called the girl's name, walked up to her with big strides, and hugged her passionately, as if Virta was a butterfly with wings and would leave at any time.

Theodore stood aside without disturbing them with a wink, and looked at each other with his father. The two of them had a tacit understanding and remained silent.

"You're back"

"I am back."

Such a heartwarming scene, interspersed with the savior's screams, looks weird and terrifying.

After a long time, the two separated. Wilta handed his wand to Voldemort. He glanced at the old Nott behind him. The old man with a stooped back wanted to say something but was interrupted by him raising his hand.

Voldemort then wandered up to Peter and ordered expressionlessly:

"your hands"

Poor Peter thought his master would help him reattach the broken hand, so he said gratefully, "Oh, praise you, my great master."

Voldemort didn't bother to listen to these useless nonsense. He looked down at Peter and said coldly.

"Another one!"

Peter was so frightened that he tremblingly stretched out his arm that was newly engraved with the Dark Mark. Voldemort suddenly poked it with the tip of his wand, and the frightened mouse did not dare to move.

He raised his head, and soon there were several groups of black mist flying in and out of the dark clouds. They were other Death Eaters.

Virta watched them fall down one by one, but fortunately she had asked Dusava to use the restrictions of the guardian spell to include the Death Eaters.

Otherwise, they can only wait to circle around outside and be swallowed by the dragon.

"Welcome my friend! It has been 13 years! But now" Voldemort said loudly as he walked back and forth, his dark robes billowing as if alive.

"You stand in front of me, it all seems like yesterday" Voldemort's scarlet eyes flashed.

"But I have to say" his cold skin glowed like a snake, "I am very disappointed in you, no one has tried to find me"

He rushed forward angrily and took off the masks on their faces one by one, and called out their names in a cold voice.

"Crabbe! MacMillan! Goyle!"

Old Nott just stood there, leaning on his elegant pearl cane, looking at everything in front of him. He was so happy in his heart that because of his son's relationship, he did not need to be one of the condemned.

It's just a small price to pay, and it's all thanks to Sansaro...no, it should be Virta, Theodore's noble fiancée.

The Dark Lord's sister.

Then Voldemort walked in front of another man, his white-blond hair revealing that identity.

"Lucius!"

As his mask was taken off, Huerta and Theodore, who were watching from the side, raised the corners of their lips in silence.

Lucius Malfoy was a little shocked at Voldemort's tolerance and generosity towards Nott, knowing that he had never been such a person.

But now, even as smart as he was, he couldn't think too much. Lucius knelt on the ground, his face filled with sincerity and fear that he had never seen before.

"My master, as long as I find your signal, or that unbelievable rumor"

Voldemort interrupted him unceremoniously, "I have had signals, my cunning friend, and there are more than just rumors..."

"I promise you, my master" Lucius looked humble. This scene was extremely rare. Harry's head didn't hurt so much anymore. He cheered up as much as possible and looked at everything.

"I never gave up on our path"