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Wormtail was gasping and groaning in pain: "The blood of the enemy-enemy...forced to donate...resurrect your enemy..."

Harry Potter felt the tip of the dagger pierce his arm, and the blood ran down the torn sleeve of the robe. Wormtail, still panting in pain, tremblingly took out a small glass bottle from his pocket and placed it next to Harry's wound, with a small amount of blood flowing into the bottle.

He staggered towards the cauldron with Harry's blood and poured it in. The liquid in the crucible immediately turned dazzling white. Wormtail completed the task, knelt down beside the cauldron, slumped to the ground, panting and sobbing with his bleeding broken arm.

Seeing this scene, Wu Qizhe had to admire Voldemort's methods of training his subordinates. Barty Crouch Jr. and Wormtail were all loyal to Voldemort.

The crucible was about to boil, and diamond-like sparks splashed around, so bright and dazzling, everything around it turned into a black velvety color.

Suddenly, the sparks on the crucible went out. A white vapor rose from the cauldron, and then, through the white mist in front of him, the black figure of a man slowly rose from the cauldron, tall and thin, like a skeleton.

Krum shivered, is this the Dark Lord, Voldemort? Before the other party looked at him directly, he already felt that he was surrounded by fear. I don't know if he was not lucky. He is at least a member of Voldemort and his life is worry-free. He looked at Harry Potter and sighed. Buddy, you can only admit that you are unlucky, and I can't help you.

"Cloth me." Voldemort said in a cold, shrill voice behind the steam. Wormtail sobbed and groaned, still protecting his stump, hurriedly grabbed the black robe from the ground, stood up, and put it on his master's head with one hand.

The thin man stepped out of the cauldron, his face paler than a skull, his two big eyes were red, his nose was flat like a snake's, and his nostrils were two slits...

Voldemort was completely resurrected, not only the perfect recovery of the physical body, but also the peak state of magic power.

Voldemort looked away from Harry and began to examine his body. His hands are like big pale spiders, and his slender and pale fingers stroke his chest, arms, and face; those red eyes appear brighter in the dark, and his pupils are two slits, like cat eyes. He raised his hands, moved his fingers, his expression was ecstatic.

For today's resurrection, he didn't know how long he had waited and how much hardship he had put in, but today, all of this is worth it, because he has returned, he has returned with a perfect body.

I don't know when, a huge snake swam over, hissed in its mouth, and kept spinning around Harry Potter.

Voldemort put his strangely long fingers into a deep pocket and drew a magic wand. He stroked the wand lightly again, then raised it to point at Wormtail, picked him up from the ground, and threw it on the gravestone where Harry was tied up. Wormtail fell beside the tombstone and slumped there weeping. Voldemort turned his bright red eyes to Harry, and let out a cold, sharp grin.

The robe that wrapped Wormtail's broken arm was soaked in blood.

"Master..." Wormtail choked, "Master... you promised... you promised..."

"Extend your arm." Voldemort said lazily.

"Oh, master...thank you, master..." Wormtail was overjoyed, thinking that Voldemort was going to recover his broken arm.

He stretched out a **** broken arm, but Voldemort sneered again, "Not this one, Wormtail."

"Master, please... please..."

Voldemort bent down, pulled Wormtail's left arm, and rolled his sleeve to his elbow. Harry saw something on the skin that seemed to be a bright red tattoo-a skull spit out a snake, the same image that had appeared in the Quidditch World Cup: the black mark. Voldemort looked at it carefully, ignoring Wormtail's uncontrollable sobbing.

"It's back," he said softly, "They will all notice it...now, they will see... they will know..."

He pressed his long, pale index finger to Wormtail's arm. The mark on Wormtail's arm turned dark black.

There was a cruel smug look on Voldemort's face. He straightened up, raised his head, and scanned the dark graveyard.

"After feeling it, how many people have the courage to come back?" he murmured, staring at the stars in the sky with his glowing red eyes, "how many would not come stupidly?"

The dark clouds in the sky gradually showed the mark of the Dark Lord.

Soon, the air was suddenly filled with cloaked Xixi pawns. Between the tombs and behind the cedar trees, there are wizards apparitions in every dark place. They all wore hoods and covered their faces. They came one by one... They walked very slowly and cautiously, as if they couldn't believe their eyes.

Voldemort stood there in silence and waited.

A Death Eater knelt on the ground, climbed up to Voldemort, and kissed the hem of his black robe.

"Master...Master..." he whispered.

The same goes for the other Death Eaters. Everyone knelt and crawled to Voldemort's side, kissed his robes, then stepped aside, stood up, and silently formed a circle, combining Tom Riddle’s grave, Harry, Voldemort and Wormtails slumped on the ground, sobbing and twitching, surrounded the center. But there are still some gaps in the circle, as if waiting for others to join. However, Voldemort didn't seem to expect anyone to come anymore. He looked around the faces in the hood, and although there was no wind, there seemed to be a faint rustle in the circle, as if the circle shivered.

"Welcome, Death Eaters," Voldemort said quietly, "Thirteen years... Thirteen years have passed since our last assembly. But you still answer my call as you did yesterday... In other words, we are still united. Under the Dark Mark! Isn't it?"

The people surrounding Voldemort had a slight commotion, but they were all cautious not to show it.

The pale moonlight illuminates the entire cemetery. Wu Qizhe hides behind the tombstone. He hides his breath and reduces his magic power. In places where everyone has not noticed, he watched Voldemort vigilantly re-educate his men.

Voldemort made a few punishments on the spot, and while showing his majesty, he also continued to break his arm for Wormtail. Then I didn't forget to comfort the newly joined Victor Krum.

Krum was so scared that he was not possessed, and he could only bow his head to his ears even more in front of Voldemort, hoping that his humble performance would win the favor of the other party.

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