v2 Chapter 699： Voldemort returns (1/2)

On the open ground, there was only painful gasping and snoring, and it echoed in midair.

Ai Wen opened his eyes and watched it all quietly. It was almost finished, only the last step.

The man staggered to them, and the blood had dyed his black robes red.

He completely ignored it, letting the blood splatter, and the last flash of madness on his face.

”The blood of the enemy is forced to give up, and your enemy can be resurrected!” He said indifferently, almost exhausted with all his strength.

Harry struggled in despair, trying to break free of the ropes that tied him.

He saw the silver dangling dagger from his eyes swaying in the hands of the man in front of him, stabbing himself.

Harry couldn't move, he could only watch the other side's movements.

The next second, he felt the tip of the dagger into his arm, and the pain in the heart, the blood slid down the torn robe sleeves.

The man still breathing in pain took a small glass bottle out of his pocket and placed it next to Harry's wound.

A small amount of blood flowed into the bottle, and he took Harry's blood and swayed to the shackles and poured it in.

The liquid in the sputum immediately turned into a dazzling white, viscous white liquid with a stench.

The man completed the task, stumbled beside the donkey, squatted, kneeling on the ground, holding his own broken arm and breathing.

Beside him, the cockroach violently boils, and the diamond-like Mars splashes out of the four, so bright and dazzling.

”Successful!” Ai Wen stared at the stone, and Voldemort used Harry's blood to resurrect.

Harry's mother's blood curse will act on both of them, protecting Harry and becoming incredibly powerful!

Suddenly, all the Mars on the scorpion went out.

A white vapor rose from the raft and blended with everything around it, hiding everything.

The senses are obscured and lost, and the mystery of restlessness is getting stronger and stronger. It is a creepy feeling.

Through the thick white mist, they saw the black figure of a man slowly rising in the squat.

He is tall and thin, like a cockroach, pale and strange skin.

”Cute me!” The cold, sharp voice said behind the steam.

The man who fell on the ground hurriedly climbed up and still guarded his arm.

He grabbed the black robes wrapped in the bag from the ground, stood up, and put it on his master's head with one hand.

The thin man stepped out of the shackles, put on his clothes, and his red eyes stared at Harry.

Harry saw the face that often appeared in his nightmare for three years. It was paler than the cockroach. The two big eyes were red, the nose was flat like a snake's nose, and the nostrils were two slits.

Voldemort is resurrected! ! !

Voldemort removed his gaze from Harry and saw that he did not look at Evan next to him and began to examine his body.

His hand is like a pale spider, his slender fingers touch his body, and he strokes one inch and one inch.

Thighs, chest, arms, face, his movements are slow, delicate and gentle.

The red eyes are brighter in the dark, and the barley is two slits, like the eyes of a cat.