Chapter 1713 (2/2)

However, after more than ten seconds, his eyes gradually became accustomed to the dark environment. Maybe the heat and smoke had dissipated a lot. Harry saw a pale figure standing in the extinguished crucible, tall and thin, like a skeleton.

”Change my clothes.”

Said the cold, sharp voice in the pot.

Wormtail quickly wiped his face with his broken arm. He grabbed the bundle from the ground with his intact arm. It turned out to be a ragged black robe.But he still held him like a national treasure, stood on tiptoe and put it on his master's shoulder.

The thin man stepped out of the crucible. The snake like eyes were staring at Harry. The red light had faded, but it was still not human eyes. The blood almost occupied all the white spots of the eyes, only the long vertical pupil like a deep well in the center.

Voldemort's face is whiter than a skeleton, nose? There is no such organ at all. Instead, there are two slits on the lips.

The lightning came on again, and the rain was pouring down. His white bald head was shining with moist light.

Harry swallowed his saliva, knowing that his previous prayer had failed. Voldemort might have died a long time ago, but now he is alive!

The Dark Lord took his eyes off Harry and began to examine himself.

His hands, like pale spiders, crept slowly over his chest, shoulders, and face, and his eyes were brighter in the dark.

With the examination, Voldemort's expression became ecstatic, ignoring the worm tail that fell to the ground, bleeding and twitching, and the snake.

The snake came back and hissed around Harry.

Voldemort dug in his robe and drew out a wand.

He stroked his wand again, as if to recall the rhythm of past spells. Then he raised his wand, pointed to the Wormtail, grabbed him from the ground with a floating spell, and threw it to the tombstone where Harry was tied.

The dwarf star fell down beside the tombstone and wept: ”master, you promised... You promised me...”

”stretch out your arms.” Voldemort absently bent his head and played with his wand, as if to relive the joy of releasing magic for the first time after resurrection.

”Oh, master! Praise you, great master

The dwarf stretched out his bleeding broken arm and asked his master to help him recover his arm. However, Voldemort sneered again:

”it's not this hand, fool!”

”Please, master!”

But Voldemort lost patience, and he bent down himself, pulled up Wormtail's left arm, and rolled his sleeve up to his elbow.

One side of the bound Harry saw a tattoo on the left arm of the dwarf star, which is a skeleton spitting out a snake, which is the black devil mark that appeared in the Quidditch World Cup.

Voldemort looked at it carefully, and his expression gradually became ecstatic. He did not know what he thought of.

”I'm back, oh.” The Dark Lord said to himself. He looked up and closed his eyes in the rain. ”People will notice it. It's time to start my wonderful plan.”

With that, he pressed his pale index finger on the tattoo, and the black tattoo suddenly turned into bright red like a soldering iron.

Harry's forehead hurt again, but Wormtail screamed even more bitterly than the boy.

A few seconds later, the Dark Lord took his finger away from the insect tail's mark, and Harry saw that the tattoo had changed back to the dark color.

When Voldemort heard the screams of his men, there was only a smug expression on his face, as if to show off his painful ability.

He straightened up and spread his arms around the dark sky, scanning every tombstone in the cemetery.

”I'm curious.” A moment later, Voldemort felt the rain on his bald head, and his shining eyes were fixed on Peter, who was crying all the time, as if to ask him, or as if to ask himself, ”I sent out a call, so how many people will come to see me? How many people would have foolishly chosen not to come? ”

However, he never thought of getting any answer. Instead, he laughed wildly as a question and answer.

Then he walked with the arrogant step of ”six relatives” and slowly walked towards Harry...

and then he walked to Harry