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Hiding in the dark, Li San opened his Eye of Truth and witnessed the entire process. The moment the baby possessed by Voldemort fell into the crucible, it seemed to melt, and its soul energy dissipated throughout the crucible. Then, with the help of the magic power in the potion, these soul energies began to gather, and a skeleton covered with scattered flesh and blood gradually appeared in the crucible. Then, the bones were quickly covered with flesh and blood at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the body of an adult male appeared in the crucible filled with white mist.

"Put on the robe for me." A cold and sharp voice came from the white mist. Peter sobbed and groaned, still protecting his stump, and hurriedly grabbed the black robe wrapped in the bundle from the ground, stood up, and put it on the master's head with one hand.

At this point, Voldemort was completely resurrected, no longer living in the state of possessing various creatures. Voldemort stepped out of the crucible and stared at Harry... Harry saw the face that had often appeared in his nightmares for three years, paler than a skull, with two big red eyes, a nose as flat as a snake's nose, and two thin slits for the nostrils...

Voldemort only observed Harry for a moment, then looked away and began to examine his own body. His hands were like pale spiders, his slender pale fingers stroking his chest, arms, and face, then he raised his hands, flexed his fingers, and then took the wand that originally belonged to him from Peter, his face full of ecstasy.

He could finally move around as a "normal" person again, and it felt great to have magic filling his entire body.

Peter, who was standing by, wrapped his broken arm in a robe and walked to Voldemort with his head lowered and his robe soaked in blood.

"Master..." Peter choked and said, "Master...you promised...you promised me..."

“Stretch out your arms.” Voldemort said lazily, still immersed in the joy of rebirth.

"Oh, thank you, my master." Peter was overjoyed. He thought Voldemort was going to restore his broken limb, so he stretched out his bloody broken arm. However, Voldemort sneered, "Not this one!" This instantly froze the smile on Peter's face. If it was not a broken hand but another intact hand, what would Voldemort do? Would he take away his only remaining hand? But he had just tried his best to revive Voldemort, and even gave up a palm. Besides, Voldemort was moody and could do such a thing.

Thinking of this, Peter quickly knelt down and begged for mercy, but at the same time he did not dare to disobey Voldemort's order and stretched out his other hand.

But obviously, Peter was overthinking. Voldemort just pulled up the sleeve of his left arm, revealing a tattoo of a skull with a venomous snake spitting out of its mouth, which was the mark of the Dark Lord, and poked the mark with his wand. Suddenly, the dark mark of the Dark Lord glowed strangely. Seeing this, Voldemort smiled cruelly and complacently: "After feeling it, how many people have the courage to come back? And how many people will be stupid enough not to come?"

After doing all this, Voldemort's eyes fell on Harry again, and a cruel smile appeared on his ugly face.

He did not torture Harry, but chatted with Harry about family matters, the history of this mansion, and how his father, Tom Riddle, abandoned his mother...

Li San, who was observing secretly, saw Voldemort was so slow and wanted to show up and give Voldemort two big punches. Are all villain bosses talkative? Don't you know that villains die because of their talkativeness?

Seeing that Li San's patience was about to reach its limit, Voldemort finally ended his long-winded talk.

At the same time, many Death Eaters also responded to the call of the Dark Lord's Mark and came here to meet the returning Dark Lord Voldemort.

"Welcome, Death Eaters," said Voldemort calmly. "Thirteen years have passed since we last met. Yet you have answered my call as though it were yesterday. We are still united under the Dark Mark, are we not?"

As Voldemort spoke, he raised his ferocious face, opened his snake-like nostrils into two slits and sniffed the air.

"I smell guilt. The air stinks of guilt."

The Death Eaters gathered in a circle all shuddered and subconsciously wanted to retreat, but they did not dare to move.

"I..." Voldemort seemed to be about to make another long speech, but Li San, who was secretly observing, couldn't help it. Are you the Dark Lord or a middle-aged aunt? Why are you so long-winded!

He appeared, grabbed a stone and smashed it on Voldemort's face.

This time, Li San didn't use much force. He didn't want to kill Voldemort like this. After all, he wanted Voldemort to gather all the Death Eaters. At this time, there were only a few dozen people who arrived here, and it was obvious that these were not all the Death Eaters.

The brick did not cause much damage, it only made Voldemort's already flat face bleed from the nose, but it was extremely insulting, and Voldemort's already ugly face became even more distorted.

"It's you? How dare you appear in front of me!" Obviously, Voldemort recognized Li San. When Li San was in the first grade, he saw Voldemort possessed on the back of Professor Lodge's head in the Forbidden Forest.

"Are you in menopause? Why are you talking so much nonsense?" Li San walked to the tombstone where Harry was trapped as if no one was around. He smashed the tombstone with one punch. After rescuing Harry, he turned around and mocked Voldemort again.

"Look at your ugly face. I didn't expect so many people to follow you. Maybe the Death Eaters like ugly people like you."

Voldemort and his Death Eaters had never expected that Li San, a man dressed in an apprentice wizard's robe, would dare to speak nonsense in front of the famous Dark Lord. They just stood there in a daze for a moment.

But Li San seemed to be unsatisfied, his little mouth was as sweet as honey: "It's not your fault that you are so ugly, if you want to blame someone, blame your mother for giving birth to you... Oh no, you can't blame your mother, after all, she gave birth to you, but you are so ugly and scary, it's your own fault!"

Li San still wanted to continue to satisfy his urge to talk, because Voldemort had been talking endlessly for so long just now. But it was obvious that Voldemort, who had come to his senses, could no longer tolerate Li San's talking.

"Avada morsel!" An unclear spell sounded, and then a spell with green light shot out from the tip of Voldemort's wand.

Li San gathered magic power in his hands, wanting to slap away the killing curse with a slap, just like he did before at Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in North America.

Unexpectedly, Harry, who had just been rescued, had already seen Voldemort's action of casting a spell. When he saw that Li San did not have his wand, he actually stood in front of Li San, trying to disarm Voldemort before he released his magic.

But before Harry could finish the Disarming Spell, Voldemort's Killing Curse was fired, and it came straight towards Harry like a green lightning.