Chapter 704 (1/2)

Harry's eyes were fixed on the sword. He heard the curse, the blood of the enemy, the enemy of Voldemort

Harry felt the point of the sword thrust into the bend of his right arm. Blood was pouring from his ragged clothes.

Still panting in agony, little Barty crouch took a small glass medicine bottle from his pocket and reached for Harry's wound.

A big drop of blood got into the bottle.

He hobbled back to the stone pot with Harry's blood. Pour the blood in.

The liquid kept changing until it turned white.

Barty crouch, Jr., knelt down at the steamer exhausted as if his work had been done.

Then he fell to one side and lay on the grass, panting and sobbing, gripping the bleeding spot on his arm.

However, the expression on Barty Crouch's face made Fanlin scared. It's hard to imagine such fanaticism

The steam pot was boiling slowly, and sparks were shooting all over again. Nothing else has changed

”Drown it...” Harry prayed to himself, ”let the whole thing go wrong.”

Then, all of a sudden, the sparks in the boiler went out. Instead, a huge cloud of white smoke covered everything in front of Harry.

He couldn't see Barty crouch, Jr., or the one who didn't want to mention his name. All he saw was vapor in the air

”It's wrong,” thought Harry The monster was drowned Please Please God let it die... ”

Then, through the thick fog in front of him, Harry was terrified. He saw the black outline of a man, tall and thin, rising slowly from the inside of the boiler.

”Dress me up!” A high, cold voice sounded from behind the fog.

Barty crouch, though still sobbing and groaning, still shook his wound and crawled to pick up the pile of black clothes on the grass. Then he got up unsteadily, put his toes on his toes, and put the clothes on his master's head with one hand.

The whole process took less than ten seconds, but Van Lin's heart got worse and worse.

Loyal death eaters can offer everything for Voldemort, just like the crazy believers in religion. Although they still retain human weakness, but

The tall, thin man walked out of the steamer and stared at Harry Harry also stares at the ugly face that has haunted him for three years - a face paler than a skull, big black and red eyes, a nose as flat as a snake's nose, and many holes in its nostrils The Duke of Voldemort has been resurrected.

This is destined to be a memorable moment. After 13 years, Voldemort once lived in the world with a human body.

Voldemort looked away from Harry and began to examine himself.

His hands were like large, pale spiders; his long white fingers caressed his chest gently. The arms and the face; the red eyes, with their split pupils, twinkled in the dark like cat's eyes. He raised his hand and stretched his fingers with an expression of concentration and pleasure.

He didn't notice the bloody little Barty crouch lying on the ground twitching. He didn't notice the big snake. Now it slid back into Harry's sight, and it was twining around Harry again, hissing.