Admiral of Hogwarts

365 Ceremony

"Master, I have handed Harry Potter into your hands." Little Barty said in a tone that was mixed with humility and enthusiasm, bending down as hard as a shrimp.

Looking at the expression on his face, you can tell that if Voldemort was standing there instead of being held by someone at this time, he would rush over and kiss Voldemort's feet without hesitation.

"Very good. You will receive an unexpected reward, and this reward will be higher than all my servants." The snake-faced baby hissed like a snake. "Take me over and let me see our guest."

Little Barty took over the baby version of Voldemort without hesitation. At this moment, a gust of wind blew off the little wizard's hood, revealing a vulgar face.

I don't know if it was the power of fate, but Peter reunited with Voldemort after successfully escaping. Even though Voldemort was not in Albania as in the original text after being attacked by Hugo and the others, they still gathered together.

After they gathered together, Peter, who had nowhere to escape, confirmed that Voldemort immediately chose to offer his loyalty to his old master.

The package containing Voldemort was raised in front of Harry by little Barty, and then there was another hissing sound from the package.

"What a great prey this is. We have been preparing for more than half a year to get him. Fortunately, we timed our raid well and unexpectedly successfully caught the target." Voldemort sighed with emotion.

Voldemort's voice suddenly turned cold: "Now, what are you waiting for here?"

After hearing this, Peter quickly stooped and left. After a while, a small cart was pushed out from behind a small mound, with five or six crucibles placed on it. These crucibles seemed to be completely filled and moved to You can hear the sound of liquid splashing inside.

After pushing the cart to the edge of the cauldron, Wormtail used his wand to scratch at the bottom of the stone cauldron. Suddenly a crackling flame burst out from under the crucible.

When he saw the flames coming out of the bottom of the pot, Peter immediately took out pots one by one from the trolley and poured the potions in the small pots into the big pot in order, while little Crouch on the side followed Voldemort's instructions. Cast magic on the potion.

Soon, all the potions in the small pots were poured into the big pot. These expensive potions would be boiled together and become as clear and transparent as water.

Just a few minutes later, this rare and expensive pot of potion was quickly boiled with the help of flames. Its surface beat wildly, and even spattered sparks from time to time, as if it was burning.

"Very good." Voldemort nodded with satisfaction. If this pot of potion is scrapped, it will take at least three months for even Voldemort himself to make another pot. This does not include the time spent collecting materials. .

As the potion in the pot boiled, the surrounding steam became thicker and thicker, and the figure of Wormtail, who was tending the flames, became blurred. That sharp, cold voice came from the fog again.

"It's now, quickly."

With a serious expression, little Barty untied the swaddling clothes in his hand as seriously as a holy object. The monster with dark red skin, no hair, deformed limbs and a flat snake face with red eyes was revealed.

But little Barty didn't show a trace of disgust. He held the monster gently as if he were holding the most precious treasure in the world. Then he lifted the guy up and put it smoothly into the crucible that was boiling and emitting sparks.

The drama of Voldemort's resurrection is about to begin.

To be precise, this is not a resurrection. Resurrection does not exist in the world of Harry Potter. Only the world of high demons can give birth to such a completely heaven-defying skill.

What Voldemort was doing now was less a resurrection than a re-creation of a body for his frail, broken soul. After all, Voldemort, who made the Horcrux, is not dead, and naturally cannot be resurrected.

The two lackeys of Voldemort present showed a look of surprise, because even Dumbledore, the white wizard recognized as the greatest, had no way to resurrect, so he carried the regret of his sister's death with guilt for the rest of his life.

In this case, the drama of Voldemort's resurrection from the dead naturally made the two Death Eaters admire them extremely. For example, at this time, Peter was already so excited that he could not stand still.

But little Barty, who was in charge of the ceremony, was much more reliable than the original Peter - at least his hands didn't shake when he picked up a clay pot from the ground nearby. He tapped the mouth of the jar with his wand, "My father's bones, accidentally donated, can regenerate your son!"

It seems that Voldemort dug up his father's grave, but this will not bring any psychological pressure to him. Digging graves is nothing compared to killing my father's family with my own hands.

As he chanted, a small wisp of dust flew out of the jar and fell gently into the crucible. The diamond-like liquid surface burst, hissing, sparks flying, and the liquid turned a bright blue. At first glance, it gave people the feeling that this liquid was definitely poisonous.

After using it, little Barty carefully put the jar away. Of course, this is not to respect Voldemort's Muggle father, but because the material for this potion, which is his father's bones, is limited.

If Voldemort needs to do this again next time, this thing will come in handy again. Anyway, the ashes used for one potion are not much, and the amount left in the jar is estimated to be enough for Voldemort to use it ten or eight times.

After checking that this step was correct, little Barty rolled up his sleeves and reached over the crucible without hesitation. Then he said in a firm tone, "Your servant's flesh, donated voluntarily, can bring about the rebirth of your master!"

Then the other hand pulled out the dagger from his leg and slashed it down, and a lot of blood poured out from the cut. But there was no trace of pain on Little Barty's face, but he watched his arm fall into the pot with a kind of martyr's ecstasy.

The blue potion turned fiery red and at the same time emitted a strong light. Peter Pettigrew's mind was completely conquered by this scene. He knelt down facing the pot, muttering something unknown in his mouth.

At this time, little Barty first used a magic spell to seal the wound on his arm, and then he approached Harry with a dagger and crystal bottle. Just when he walked up to Harry and was about to cut the knife, he suddenly heard Peter's exclamation.

The exclamation was so loud that little Barty, who was holding the knife and crystal bottle, shook his hand and almost made a cut on his hand with the knife.

It turned out that a meteor appeared in the sky at this time, and then fell towards their location with an indomitable momentum, and even heard a sound like thunder.

"Shut up!" Looking at Peter who straightened up and exclaimed like a groundhog, little Barty had an angry look on his face. Then he raised the knife and slashed Harry's arm.

"The blood of your enemies... forced to sacrifice... can make your enemies... resurrected." Little Barty said in a fanatical tone.

Harry struggled hard, but the binding was too tight. So he could only watch helplessly as the tip of the dagger pierced his arm, and the blood flowed down the torn sleeves and into the crystal bottle.

At this moment, the meteor fell into the sea less than 50 meters away from them and made a huge roar. At the same time, a stream of hot water vapor spurted out, wrapping the entire scene in a mist.

Barty Crouch Jr. did not panic at this time, but quickly walked to the crucible with the bottle in his hand, and poured the blood in the bottle into it.

As Harry's blood flowed into the cauldron, the originally bright and dim flames immediately lit up, and the cauldron was about to boil. Diamond-like sparks flew out in all directions, bright and dazzling, turning everything around them into black velvet. s color.

Seeing this scene, little Barty's eyes shone with excitement, but at this moment, a silvery white light rushed out of the fog and shot towards the cauldron.