Popular Web NovelsChapter 500 Unexpected PeopleChapter 500 The Unexpected Person
Voldemort's newborn skin was as pale as a stone statue, with no trace of blood. He took a deep breath and ran his slender fingertips across his arms, neck and scalp. The free breathing and clear touch made him intoxicated, making him feel that he was alive. He had been dreaming about this breath for thirteen years. The fresh air was sucked into the new lungs, the chest swelled, and then it was all exhaled.
He stretched out his hand, and a wand immediately flew out of Bellatrix's pocket. It was well maintained and as smooth as new.
"Master..."
The robe of Bellatrix's broken arm was soaked with blood, her eyes were shining with excitement, and her whole body was trembling slightly.
Voldemort raised his wand and danced in the air. A strip of light like molten silver was drawn on the wand. It was like the light of the moon reflected on the lake being picked up, floating in the air with bright waves, and then the silvery white strip of light twisted. It transformed into a human hand with slender fingers, as white as porcelain, shining brightly.
Under the gaze of everyone present, the white human hand fell down and fit into the bleeding wrist. The light converged and turned into silver white. The interface was seamless, even more perfect than the original palm.
Loren glanced at it in surprise. This healing technique had traces of ancient magic, but the method of implementation was very simple. He used the remaining vitality in Voldemort's newborn body to fabricate limbs, and also hid something similar to a unicorn. The means of the curse are within.
The vague will of Voldemort is hidden in the arm. Rather than being Bellatrix's new hand, it is better to say that it is Voldemort's wireless-controlled bionic hand. Normally, he would obey Bellatrix's orders, but he could fall under Voldemort's control at any time.
Bellatrix was unaware of this, and gently scratched the stone base with her index finger. The gravel fell down, leaving a straight chisel mark. Her eyes became more fanatical, with tears of joy in her eyes:
"My master, thank you, thank you..."
"Your loyalty has never wavered, Bellatrix. You would rather be imprisoned in Azkaban than abandon me. Now, I'm back, and I will give you supreme glory and unimaginable rewards."
Voldemort hissed softly, taking her other hand and tucking her sleeve. He stroked his elbow, revealing a somewhat dim tattoo: "It's time to come back, they will all notice it, we will see it, we will know..."
He put on his long, pale tattoo Pressing his index finger on the tattoo, the dark mark suddenly became clear, thick ink rose to the surface of the skin, and a venomous snake spit out from the skull's mouth, making it pitch black.
...
Hogwarts, on the Quidditch referee's bench, Dumbledore responded to Principal Fontana's invitation to Hogwarts and Ilvermorny in a calm tone:
" Vice Principal McGonagall will contact you after the competition for specific matters related to the friendship."
Principal Fontana was stunned for a moment: "Okay... Okay."
Obviously this person was very interested in this plan a few days ago.
Dumbledore picked up the teacup that was still warm, took a gentle breath, and smelled the fresh smell of the amphorae leaf powder in the polyjuice. He felt that handling affairs with the airs of a principal was better than telling cold jokes. Cooking the potion all night long also made me tired.
The dark maze was still silent. Only the occasional faint light showed that the game was not over yet. The audience and referees were eagerly waiting.
At the edge of the stands, torches were burning quietly, and the bright yellow flames burned out residual images in the dark night, like liquid medicine made from a magic stone. The little wizards were tired of shouting and standing, but the place was not clear. The chattering sounds gathered together, and the evening wind from the direction of the forest on a summer night brought the sound of insects and birds chirping, making people's brains hurt.
Just before Dumbledore put down the teacup in his hand, two quick and fast curses suddenly shot from the direction of the stands.
The radiance of magic illuminated the faces of the judges, and the pupils of pairs of eyes suddenly shrank. Sitting for a long time made them relax their vigilance. It was not until the magic spell fell next to them that they heard Mag The professor's sharp incantation voice reached his ears.
"[Tongtong Petrochemical]"
"[Original shape appears]"
The quick and short beam of light penetrated into Crouch's body, and his stature shrank instantly. His originally well-tailored dress became loose and redundant, and his hair was neatly combed. The messy short gray hair stood up at the roots, swayed and grew long, and finally turned into a thick jet black hair.
Looking at the face that was somewhat similar to the young Barty Crouch, Karkaroff and Bagman were horrified and exclaimed in unison: "Barty Crouch Jr. !"
Professor McGonagall hurried over in a hurry. The old witch was wearing the cloak of the patrol. Two neat spells controlled the Death Eaters lurking inside the school, and she could vaguely see the youth. A heroic and sharp posture at all times.
"The game continues, I have notified the Ministry of Magic..." Professor McGonagall did not look panicked at all. It finally begins...
Dumbledore nodded solemnly and said: "Minerva and I will handle this matter. Please ask the referees and commentators to continue to maintain the order of the game. After the Goblet of Fire is over, I will give Everyone, please explain."
Ms. Maxim and Principal Fontana were slightly surprised, but said nothing and allowed Professor McGonagall to use the levitation spell to lift the petrified Barty Crouch Jr. , walked towards the castle with Dumbledore.
Bagman's round blue eyes kept moving. Thinking of the capital invested in this game, his eyes flickered a few times, but he made no other movements.
Karkaroff opened and closed his mouth. He tilted his head and stared at the two free spaces next to him. His expression became more complicated, and his anxiety and panic became more intense.
...
I don't know since when, the stars and moon have been hidden in the thick night. Dark clouds and mist are constantly gathering from all directions, hanging thickly above the head, making people breathless, like the sky. They are all a little lower.
The black clouds continued to surge and accumulate, slowly outlining a somewhat familiar black shadow. A huge skull condensed into shape, and slowly spit out a twisted and twisted poisonous snake.
"After feeling it, how many people have the guts to come back?
"And how many people are stupid enough not to come? "
Voldemort had a proud look on his face, and his crimson-gleaming eyes scanned the dark cemetery. He paced back and forth between Harry and Bellatrix, his snake face twisted into a cruel smile.
"Harry Potter, you are standing on the bones of my father..." Voldemort's tone seemed to be teasing a dying pet, "How about you listen to me tell me about my family history? , we had plenty of time together."
"He was a Muggle and an idiot... When my mother revealed her identity as a wizard, he abandoned her..."
Mello. As a descendant of the Slytherin family, P. Gaunt met the rich and handsome Muggle master Tom Riddle on a sunny afternoon. After Te and his son were imprisoned, she used a love potion to successfully combine with her sweetheart.
The long-term relationship made Merope mistakenly believe that Riddle had true love for her. After removing the love potion, he took the initiative to reveal his identity as a wizard, and then was abandoned... Merope has since hated magic and struggled to give birth. Later named Tom Marvolo Riddle, he died on New Year's Eve.
"Did you see that house?" Voldemort pointed to Riddle House on the hill in the distance. "That's not my home. I went back there later..."
This story is already his second The second story tells that in the summer of 1943, Voldemort found out his life experience, returned to Little Hangleton, killed the Riddle family and put the blame on Morfin Gaunt...
Harry said nothing, and I Hikari caught a glimpse of his wand lying quietly on the grass a few steps away.
"Ah, I'm a little sad..." Voldemort said softly, "But fortunately, my real family is back."
The air was suddenly filled with the rustling of cloaks. , among the graves, behind the cedar trees, and in every dark place a wizard apparated. They were all hooded and wearing bone masks.
Except for the last two figures who appeared, their faces were uncovered. One was wearing a dark green robe, and the other was wearing an ill-fitting dress, with dripping blood oozing from his body.
Looking at the faces of the two people, the nearby Death Eaters were horrified and couldn't help but murmured:
"Barty Crouch Jr. and..."
< br>"Severus Snape."
(End of Chapter)