HP: The Blood Prince of Hogwarts

"I am Sariel, your father's former colleague."

Olga's eyes were dark and deep, it was indeed them.

Seeing that Olga didn't show any surprise, Sariel seemed disappointed and raised his eyebrows and asked, "You don't seem surprised at all?"

Olga looked away, still ignoring the man's words.

She felt weak all over now, a feeling that was very unfamiliar to her.

Sariel's face darkened slightly. Was he being ignored?

Sariel was used to being high and mighty, and was suddenly ignored by the descendant of the traitor. He felt a surge of anger in his heart.

He narrowed his eyes slightly. "Aren't you curious about what's locking you up? Do you feel like all your strength has been drained away? Does it feel terrible to be at the mercy of others?"

Why is this guy so talkative?

Olga was already irritated by her discomfort, and now she was even more impatient as she listened to Sariel's questions one after another.

"Chains, yes, all right. Satisfied? Can you shut that thing above your chin and under your nose that keeps flapping?"

Above the chin, below the nose...

The rest of the people present couldn't help but look at Sariel's mouth.

"puff--"

Harry couldn't help laughing out loud for a moment, but then he realized it was inappropriate and covered his mouth to hide his laughter.

Sariel repeated Olga's words in his mind several times before he realized that she was asking him to shut up, and he became furious.

"Well, well, well, you are all right! I think you will be able to laugh again in a little while——"

"Do you see me smiling?"

Olga interrupted Sariel expressionlessly, which would have been more dramatic if her voice hadn't been so weak.

Cedric was trapped in the black fog and couldn't move. He was really worried about Olga's condition.

It's all his fault... It's all to save him...

Self-blame, worry, emotion, palpitations...all kinds of complicated emotions intertwined in Cedric's chest, and finally turned into regret.

Sariel's harsh words were interrupted, he couldn't breathe up or down, after taking a few deep breaths he decided not to go in front of Olga and humiliate himself.

Let her keep talking stubbornly, she won't last long anyway.

With a livid face, he turned to look at Peter, who was as quiet as a chicken: "Why not start yet? Useless thing."

Unable to win the argument with Olga, he could only vent his anger on the weak one for a short while.

Peter didn't dare to get angry or say anything. He trembled as he dragged Harry, who had been restrained by Sariel and unable to move, to the marble tombstone nearby.

—Tom Riddle

With the faint light from the wand, Harry saw the name on the tombstone. This was... Voldemort's tombstone?

Harry, who was full of thoughts, was tied to the tombstone by Peter with ropes.

After making sure that Harry was tied up securely, Peter hurried to the large stone cauldron that had been prepared long ago, and with shaking fingers he used his wand to light the fire.

The liquid in the cauldron began to boil rapidly, and a huge snake, such as Harry had seen in his dream, was circling around him.

"Hurry!" A sharp voice sounded, urging Peter to move.

Peter moved faster. He squatted down and pulled open the bundle on the ground, revealing a sticky, ugly thing.

Olga felt a stinging sensation in her eyes and immediately closed them.

Harry couldn't help but scream, and when he looked into the eyes of that thing, he felt a sharp pain in his scar. And anyone who saw such a disgusting baby would be frightened.

A flat snake face, dark red skin, and limbs that are thin and soft as if they have no bones.

Peter carried it to the crucible and slowly put it in.

"The father's bones... accidentally donated... can give your son a new life!"

There was a hint of fear in Peter's voice, and as he finished speaking, the grave beneath Harry's feet cracked open.

A tiny wisp of dust rose into the air as if summoned, and fell into the boiling crucible. There was a hissing sound, and the liquid turned blue.

Peter was about to cry. He pulled out a dagger from his robe: "The flesh of a servant... is donated voluntarily, so that... your master... can be reborn..."

He closed his eyes, swung the dagger and cut off his right hand, and a scream resounded through the night sky.

Peter endured the severed hand and threw it into the pot, watching the potion slowly turn into a strong fiery red.

He gasped in pain and moved in front of Harry: "The blood of your enemies... forced to give... can make your enemies - revive."

Harry watched Peter stab the dagger into his arm. He cried out in pain and cold sweat kept streaming down his forehead.

Olga's nose twitched slightly as she smelled the scent of Harry's blood.

She slowly opened her eyes and saw Peter holding a tube of blood and staggering to the crucible and pouring the blood into it.

Having completed his task, Peter immediately became discouraged, and knelt down beside the crucible, sobbing while holding his broken arm.

The potion in the crucible boiled even more violently, and turned into a pitch-black color amidst the flying sparks.

White steam spread out around the crucible, and under the gaze of everyone, a tall and thin man slowly emerged.

He floated out of the crucible, stood barefoot on the long-lost land, and took a deep breath of fresh air.

Olga, who had just opened her eyes, was forced to close them again.

I really want a pair of eyes that haven't seen strange things.

The resurrected Voldemort has pale skin and no hair, his red eyes have two slits in the pupils, and most importantly - he has no nose.

The whole face looks like a sunken boiled egg, no, a snake face.

In such an ugly situation, he could still touch his body with joy, as if it were a rare treasure.

Nagini circled around Voldemort with her tongue sticking out, and it was not difficult to see how excited she was.

"Master... Master... you promised..." Peter choked and crawled to Voldemort's feet, trying to grab his robes.

Voldemort shook his hand away.

"Is the ritual completed?" Sariel suddenly asked, looking at Voldemort jokingly. "Do you want eternal life?"

Voldemort slightly restrained his arrogant attitude when facing Sariel. When he heard the word "eternal life", his eyes lit up and he nodded majestically.

"Try her blood." Sariel turned his eyes to Olga with viciousness.

Voldemort followed his gaze. He was still a little afraid of Olga. He would never forget the fear he felt when he was dominated by that little girl in the Forbidden Forest three years ago.

As if he had noticed Voldemort's caution, Sariel sneered, half mockingly and half proudly saying:

"That is the soul-locking chain I made for her. She is...very weak now."

Voldemort felt relieved after hearing this and slowly walked towards Olga.

Seeing that half-human, half-ghost man getting closer and closer to Olga, Cedric almost collapsed.

With red eyes, he spoke in an attempt to divert the man's attention to himself, but found that it was useless.

No one would care about his ant-like existence.