With a 'huh', placed not far away, a flame suddenly rose under a cauldron in the shape of a round tripod.

The flame not only boils the liquid in the pot quickly, but the fire light illuminates the surroundings.

But this firelight did not dispel the horror in the cemetery, but made the environment outside the firelight's range more infiltrating.

A somewhat chunky figure walked out of the darkness into the range illuminated by the fire.

It was the prisoner who escaped from Azkaban - Peter Pettigrew.

At this moment, Peter Pettigrew was holding a baby-shaped thing rolled in black cloth in his left hand.

After he got closer to the firelight, Harry could see clearly what the other party was holding in his arms.

It was a 'skin and bone'-shaped living person. There seemed to be no muscle on the whole head, just like the two eyeballs embedded in the skeleton, covered with red bloodshots.

"Good evening, Harry."

Peter Pettigrew's expression was very sly at this time, grinning proudly, showing his two huge front teeth, staring at Harry and smiling: "We meet again."

"Yes, it's you!"

Harry clutched the scar on his forehead, endured the pain and said, "It's all because of you!?"

"No no no."

Peter Pettigrew laughed twice like a mouse, and said jokingly, "How could Peter Pettigrew, who is pitiful and incompetent, come up with such a perfect plan?"

Just when Peter Pettigrew wanted to continue to say something, the man he was holding in his arms suddenly opened his mouth and said in a very weak tone: "Shut up, idiot...he's thinking...running away with a trophy ."

Peter Pettigrew suddenly shuddered and hurriedly pointed his wand at Harry.

He controlled Harry's body to float from the ground, and then sent it to a tombstone statue in the shape of an 'Angel of Death'.

Under the action of the 'Transfiguration Spell', Peter Pettigrew made the statue seem to come to life, and held Harry firmly in his arms with the huge sickle he was holding.

Seeing this, the man in Peter Pettigrew's arms spoke again, with a somewhat urging tone: "Let's start! Now!"

"Yes! My master!"

Pettigrew Peter quickly responded humbly, then turned around and walked to the giant pot of boiling water.

"You!" Harry, who was imprisoned on the statue, suddenly widened his eyes and said in shock, "You are... Voldemort!?"

"jijijiji..."

Peter Pettigrew turned his head with a smirk, glanced at Harry, and suddenly lifted Voldemort in his arms high above the pot.

The next moment, Peter Pettigrew jerked his hand, shaking Voldemort from the roll of cloth that wrapped him.

With a loud 'clap', Voldemort's rickety, skin-covered body suddenly fell into the boiling water in the pot.

Seeing this, Peter Pettigrew threw the cloth roll in his hand, and then pointed his wand to the grave under Harry's feet.

With a 'click' sound, the tomb cracked open, and a leg bone slowly floated out from below.

"Father's bone, unintentionally given..."

Peter Pettigrew threw his leg bone into the pot while chanting the ritual incantation.

"Servant's flesh, offered voluntarily..."

While chanting, Peter Pettigrew put away his wand and took out a dagger. After hesitating for a moment, he severed his right hand, causing the severed hand to fall into the pot.

After screaming in pain, Peter Pettigrew endured the severe pain at his broken wrist and walked in front of Harry trembling all over.

"The blood of the enemy was forcibly taken..."

Saying that, Peter Pettigrew slashed Harry's arm with a dagger, ignoring Harry's screams, and dipped a lot of blood with the dagger.

Before staggering back to the cauldron, Peter Pettigrew carefully dripped Harry's blood into the cauldron.

Afterwards, Peter Pettigrew frantically recited the final ritual incantation: "Dark Lord! Will be reborn!"

"what"

As the blood dripped into the boiling water, Harry's screams suddenly turned into screams, as if he was suffering from some tragic torture.

At this moment, the boiling water in the giant pot suddenly surged up, and with a 'bear' sound, flames ignited above the water.

The flames quickly spread around, and soon the entire cauldron was covered.

Seeing this, Peter Pettigrew hurriedly ducked into the distance.

After a few breaths, Harry's screams stopped, and under his terrified gaze, the flames completely burned the giant pot, leaving only a giant embryo-like thing suspended in mid-air.

The black fog appeared out of thin air, and began to drill around the embryo.

The embryo seems to have absorbed the black mist, and it grows rapidly visibly to the naked eye.

Bones clacked out of place, mucus-covered skin stretched from the embryo, and blood vessels and muscles gradually filled and bulged the skin.

Finally, the black mist surrounds the formed human body, forming a black robe.

Voldemort was successfully resurrected and returned again.

With his back to Harry, Voldemort did not open his eyes, but took a deep breath of air with great enjoyment, then raised his hands and stroked his upturned head.

Even if he didn't touch the hair, even if he didn't touch the bulging nose, Voldemort still had an expression of enjoyment on his face, feeling his new life.

After a while, Voldemort opened his eyes, lowered his head, and looked at Peter Pettigrew who was approaching.

Voldemort looked down at his feet, and then tried to take a step. After he didn't feel anything different, he walked slowly to Peter Pettigrew.

"My wand, Wormtail."

Voldemort slowly raised his left hand and stretched it out slightly towards Peter Pettigrew, his tone unhurried and high above.

"Yes! My master..."

Peter Pettigrew hurriedly took out a wand that seemed to be made of bone from his arms, then raised the wand high, bowed his head at the same time, and offered the wand.

Voldemort's eyes showed a hint of anticipation, and he slowly stretched his hand forward.

at this time!

Kewen's figure appeared out of thin air behind Voldemort, and the distance between the two was less than one meter.

The next moment, before everyone could react, Kewen suddenly clenched his fists and slammed his arms forward in parallel.

Bang! Gala!

The upper right punch hit Voldemort's cervical vertebra, and the lower left punch hit Voldemort's lumbar vertebra.

Two crisp fractures sounded, causing Voldemort to leap forward in a dazed way, pressing Peter Pettigrew directly under him.

In Harry's astonished eyes.

After Voldemort fell to the ground, the screams suddenly vented.

Kewen quickly pulled out his wand, swiped silently, and shot out 'Shenfeng Wuying' quickly, cutting off Peter Pettigrew's only left hand at the wrist.

"what"

Peter Pettigrew's screams instantly suppressed Voldemort's screams.

Cowen didn't stop, and waved his wand twice again, causing Voldemort and Peter Pettigrew's wands to fly over, and he grabbed it with his left hand.

Then, Kewen pointed his wand to Peter Pettigrew, who was pressed by Voldemort under him, and cast a 'stun spell', causing the other party to suddenly shut up and pass out.

"Kowen!?"

It was only then that Harry called out in astonishment.

However, Kewen ignored it, but stepped forward with his wand, bent down and stretched out his hand, and held Voldemort's back collar to lift the other party up with one hand.

Taking a few steps back, with a flick of his hand, Voldemort, who was trying his best to hold back his screams, was still on the ground, making his face sink into the grass and lying there.

After that, Kewen turned his head to look at Harry, and said hello with a smile: "Hi, Harry."

"This is...you...he..."

Harry was completely bewildered by the changes in front of him, all kinds of questions popped into his mind at the same time, but he didn't know what to ask.

Corvin ignored Harry, crouched down, pinched one of Voldemort's ears, and turned the other's cheek.

"Hi~"

Ke Wen looked directly at the murderous gaze of the other party, and said hello with a smile: "Hello, we meet again, this bald gentleman without a nose."

"Who are you!?"

Voldemort's voice was a little shaky, enduring the pain of the fractures in the cervical and lumbar spine, and he gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "What are you going to... do!?"

Kewen answered instead of asking, raised his hand and tapped his temple: "Occlumency, now, don't you wonder why you didn't read my heart?"

"Very good..." Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Kewen fiercely, as if to remember Kewen's face firmly.

"You're amazing..." Voldemort said in a hoarse voice, "You succeeded in sneak attacking and hurting... I am the greatest Dark Lord in the world... You can be proud!"

"Is it Cowen?"

Voldemort grinned, baring his teeth. "Your full name? You are fortunate enough to be kept in my heart for the rest of my life!"

"His name is Kou..."

Harry interjected suddenly, looking like he was climaxing with excitement, and shouted loudly.

However, Cowen suddenly flicked his wand at Harry without looking back, and a spell made Harry's mouth disappear.

Regardless of Harry's 'uuuuu' struggle there, Cowan looked down at Voldemort's gloomy eyes and said indifferently, "Harry, think about the Academy's 'Defence Against the Dark Arts class'."

Turning his head slowly, Kewen looked at Harry and said slowly, "Names can be cursed."

Under Harry's wide-eyed stunned look, Cowen swung his wand again and untied Harry's spell.

Taking two quick breaths, Harry apologized apologetically: "Yes, I'm sorry Ke, Senior! I don't know..."

Waving his hand, Kewen ignored him and lowered his eyes again.

He looked at Voldemort who was lying on the ground paralyzed, and then slowly pointed the tip of his wand at him.

"how?"

Voldemort cracked the corners of his mouth again, bared his teeth and said with a smile: "Want to kill me? Do it...kill me and take away the glory that belongs to you!"

"kill him!"

Harry couldn't help shouting: "Senior! Kill this big devil!"

As if he couldn't stand the noise, Kewen suddenly looked at Harry and shouted with a grim expression, "Shut up!"

Harry was suddenly stunned there...