Chapter 1713 (1/2)

The dwarf first gets up, bows to Voldemort, and then carefully unravels the package to reveal its contents.

Harry wanted to exclaim, but the coal in his mouth was too big and too absorbent. He just felt dry.

Voldemort in the bag is a slimy, ugly thing without eyes.

It's a little bit like a curled up baby with all its arms and legs in front of his chest, but Harry has never seen anything less like a baby.

It has no hair, its body is full of fine scales, that dark red scale, in the dark of night, like flesh without skin.

Its arms and legs are thin and soft, and even its face is a flat snake face, with a pair of flashing red eyes, which it was looking at Harry before.

It seemed to have no self-care ability at all. It just raised its thin arm and put it around the servant's neck.

Dwarfs hold it on the shoulder, but the expression on his face is very strange, as if holding some treasure, but this baby is just out of the cesspool.

Peter's face was a complex expression of greed, disgust, fear and excitement. Harry had never thought that human expression would be so much, so chaotic.

Holding the little monster to the edge of the crucible, the boiling potion lit up the monster's evil face. With a hissing sound, the suspected Voldemort baby sank. Harry even felt that he heard the soft sound of its body touching the bottom of the crucible.

”Drown it, burn it, no matter how.” Harry's head is spinning.

His scar was almost unbearable, and the wand fell in the distance. He was so confused that he could not make any sound. He could only pray, whether it was God or Merlin, who could help.

The dwarf star circled the crucible a few times, and his voice trembled as if he were delirious with fear.

He raised his wand, closed his eyes, and said to the dark cloud in the night sky, ”father's bone, donated unintentionally, can revive your son!”

The tomb at Harry's feet cracked open, and he saw in horror a small wisp of ashes rising into the air at the call of the death eaters and gently falling into the crucible.

The crystal ball like liquid surface in the crucible broke, and the green light changed color in an instant. The liquid first turned into bright red, then quickly turned into weird blue, and gradually mixed into purple, which would make people feel toxic at a glance.

The dwarf whimpered. He shivered and drew a dagger out of his cloak. His voice turned into a sob: ”the flesh of servant... Is donated voluntarily to... Master... To be reborn.”

He held out his right hand, which had lost a finger, and then held the dagger tightly in his left hand and swung it toward the elbow.

Harry realized what Wormtail was going to do. He quickly turned his head and closed his eyes, but he couldn't stop the scream that pierced the night sky into his head.

He heard something falling into the water. It was a disgusting, sticky ”puff”.

The light around him changed again. From the crucible, a flame like light came out of the crucible. A column of light hit the low hanging clouds. Harry's eyelids could not block the strong light. He could see a bright red when he closed his eyes.

The dwarf rolled on the ground for a few laps, howling bitterly, but he didn't dare to waste any time. Instead, he got up as soon as possible and walked toward Harry with a dagger.

”Hatred, the enemy's blood! Forced to give! Revive your enemies

Harry couldn't have resisted. He was tied to the tombstone.

He tried to break free, but he couldn't move except his fingers and toes.

He could only watch the traitor approaching with a dagger.

But when the other party found a ready-made wound on the boy's leg, instead of stabbing him with a dagger, he took a small glass bottle from his pocket and put it on Harry's thigh. A small amount of blood flowed into the bottle.

He took Harry's blood and walked back to the crucible and poured the red liquid in.

The crucible immediately erupted a dazzling white light, and then the white light began to turn black again.

I don't know whether it's crying with joy or what happened. The dwarf who finished the task knelt down beside the crucible, holding his bleeding broken arm and crying.

The crucible was boiling, and black sparks were flying everywhere. Harry knew for the first time that darkness could be so dazzling that everything around him turned into a black velvet color.

Suddenly, the light on the crucible went out, just like a pressure cooker for Muggles. With a bang, a white vapor suddenly rose from the crucible!

Harry couldn't see Wormtail and Voldemort, and the sudden darkness after the strong light made him blind.