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Wu Qizhe heard Voldemort in Wormtail's arms say coldly and loudly in the distance: "Get out of the way."

"Master, I can't as well leave him, you are about to rule the magic world, and this person is the most famous seeker in the magic world, if you take him as your servant, it will definitely help your momentum. "Wormtail said in a humble tone.

Voldemort thought for a while and opened his mouth: "Your proposal is not bad, I will listen to you for the time being. And I feel that there seems to be the magic wave of my faithful servant Barty Crouch Jr. in this body."

"The young man hears that, my master intends to take you as a servant. This is your most glorious moment. Don't hurry up and kneel to surrender." Wormtail pointed at Krum with his wand and said with magnificence.

"It's unreasonable, I don't know that you are the fish that popped up there. You dare to talk to me Victor Krum, I think you are tired and crooked." After he raised his wand, he was about to fight.

"Except your weapon." Before Krum started casting the spell, Wormtail had already used a spell to knock his wand down to the ground.

Harry looked at the tail and focused his attention on Krum, and planned to turn around and escape. The two in front of him were too weird, just like the one he had seen in his dream.

"Wormtail, you fool, Harry Potter is going to run away." Voldemort reminded angrily.

Wormtail, who reacted, immediately pointed his wand at Harry Potter, and Harry Potter's body was suspended uncontrollably, and was imprisoned on the stone sculpture.

Wormtail finally let out a sigh, and Voldemort was obviously impatient: "Young man, I'll give you one last chance, to be my servant or die."

As if not convincing enough, Voldemort continued: "Your teacher Karkaroff is also my believer, so there is no shame in being my servant, boy, I believe you are a smart man." Sometimes harsh, sometimes generous, this is also Voldemort's way of defending people.

"Young man, my master is Voldemort, the greatest dark magic wizard in the world. His tolerance and kindness to you are so precious. Don't you want to make a conscious choice." Now even Wormtail is losing patience. .

As soon as Krum heard Voldemort's name, he was so frightened that his legs weakened, and he fell to his knees, and the person in front of him turned out to be Voldemort.

In the distance, Wu Qizhe saw this scene with a disdainful smile on his face. He was indeed a student of Igor Karkaroff, and they were all cartilage heads of the same origin.

Wormtail had obviously lost his patience, pressing his wand against Krum's forehead, casting a spell loudly: "Avada..." The green light flashing spell was about to stand out.

"I'm willing, I'm willing to be Lord Voldemort's most loyal servant." Krum's hair stood up and nodded in a hurry.

A successful smile flashed on Wormtail's face: "Well, you stand aside, today is your lucky day, and the first day you joined the owner's camp, you can witness the great moment of the owner's rebirth."

Krum stood tremblingly on the side. He never felt so remorseful and tormented at this moment. It would be nice if he didn't come and grab the trophy with Harry Potter. It's a pity that desire is like a bottomless pit, plus the previous series. Failure, he really wanted to win the trophy to prove himself, how could he give up the chance to win the championship to Harry Potter.

Wormtail put Voldemort on the ground, his wheezing gasps rang again, and he asked Krum to come and help. Harry heard the two men seem to be pushing something heavy. Then they entered Harry's sight, and the two pushed a stone cauldron under the tomb. The cauldron seemed to be full of water—the sound of splashing. This crucible is larger than all the crucibles used by Ha, and can accommodate an adult sitting in it.

The stuff in the baggage on the ground moved more vigorously, as if to break free. Wormtail was busy using his wand to dash the bottom of the cauldron. Suddenly there was a crackling flame under the cauldron.

The liquid in the crucible seems to heat up very quickly. Not only did the surface start to boil, but sparks burst out like burning. The steam thickened, and Wormtail's figure looking after the flames became blurred. The burden moved even more anxiously.

Voldemort's sharp, cold voice sounded again:

"Hurry up, hurry up."

Sparks are now flashing across the surface of the water, as if encrusted with diamonds.

"It's done, master."

"Now... hurry..." said the cold voice.

Wormtail pulled away the baggage from the ground, revealing what was inside. Harry let out a scream, but was muffled by the stuff in his mouth.

It was as if Wormtail slammed open a stone, revealing a slimy, ugly, eyeless thing—no, it was more terrifying than that, a hundred times more terrifying. What Wormtail was holding looked like a curled up baby. It has no hair, it seems to have scales on its body, and its skin is dark and red, like wounded tender flesh. Its arms and legs are thin and soft, and its face—no living child has such a face—is a flat snake face with shiny red eyes.

Voldemort raised his thin arms and put his arms around Wormtail's neck. Wormtail held it in his hands. Wormtail's hood fell off at this time, and Harry saw his pale and weak face look disgusted in the firelight. Wormtail hugged the thing to the edge of the cauldron, and for a moment Harry saw the water splashing on the surface of the potion illuminating the evil flat face. Wormtail put the thing in the cauldron, and with a hissing sound, it sank. Harry heard the soft noise of its soft body touching the bottom of the cauldron.

Wu Qizhe frowned. Voldemort was too courageous to resurrect. This kind of taste of being thrown into a hot oil pan is definitely not something ordinary people can enjoy.

Wormtail was talking, his voice trembling, as if frightened and nervous. He raised his wand, closed his eyes, and said to the night sky: "Father's bones, accidentally donated, can make your son regenerate!"

The tomb at Harry's feet cracked open, and Harry saw in horror that a large piece of dry bone rose into the air at Wormtail's call, and gently fell into the cauldron. The diamond-like liquid surface burst, hissed, sparks splashed, and the liquid turned a bright red blue, which was poisonous at first glance.

Wormtail was whimpering. He drew a long, thin, silver dagger from his cloak. His voice suddenly turned into a sob of extreme fear: "The servant's meat is donated voluntarily, so that-your master-can be reborn."

He stretched out his right hand-the hand with one missing finger, then held the dagger tightly with his left hand, and waved it to the right.

With a scream that pierced the night sky, his right hand fell into the cauldron, and the potion instantly turned red.

Krum on the side saw this tragic scene, and his teeth trembled. He couldn't express his desire to escape. He was afraid that he would be hit by the Avadas Curse just as soon as he turned around. He was still young and he was still Don't want to die.

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