ALL NOVEL Moonlight Life at Hogwarts
Chapter 283 Voldemort
Chapter 283 Voldemort
"Harry," Ivan suddenly raised his wand and created a sound-proof barrier, and when Harry looked at him, he said, "Don't show your real strength for a while, we need Bring Voldemort back to life."
"What?" Harry asked, "but...but..."
"No, but," Ai Wen shook his head, "Believe me, this is to protect you. If he uses your blood to resurrect, your mother's blood curse will be applied to both of you, and he will never be able to kill you again." You, until then..."
Ivan suddenly stopped talking, because he discovered that the premise of all this was that Harry was unable to defeat Voldemort. If one day Harry could defeat Voldemort by himself... then this curse is also for Voldemort. will be a protection...
and many more!
This blood curse will disappear when Harry is 17 years old!
No, it's still not right, what else is wrong!
Ivan frantically recalled his known conditions, and he felt that he had fallen into a misunderstanding, but Harry's voice had already come, "Ivan, what are you talking about, what mother's blood curse, why has no one told you? Get over me!"
"Wait, Harry, I'll tell you about this in detail after this is done, trust me, okay?" Ivan stared at the scar on the top of Harry's forehead, and suddenly realized that he seemed to have made a mistake. Big mistake!
That is, the scar on the top of Harry's forehead used to have a fragment of Voldemort, but it is gone now, and Dumbledore didn't know that after the Chamber of Secrets incident, Harry had already mastered Occlumency initially under his own guidance!
If Voldemort borrows Harry's blood to resurrect, then there is Harry's mother's spell in Voldemort's blood. When he hits Harry with the death curse, Harry can't die, but Voldemort's soul in it just dies. So no matter how much Voldemort kills Harry, he won't be able to kill him, but Harry can already kill Voldemort.
In other words, whoever kills each other first, Voldemort and Harry, will lose, and they will win if they die at the beginning, but the premise of all this is based on the fact that Harry has Voldemort's soul on his forehead!
And now, the soul shard on Harry's forehead had been removed early, if Voldemort still used Harry's blood to revive... the devil knows what would happen.
Ivan stared at Harry's forehead, he finally figured out the cause and effect of the incident, he suddenly turned his head to look at the wizard standing in front,
"No, Voldemort must not be resurrected with your blood, Harry, and I will stop him!"
However, the tall and thin man had already taken off his hood, revealing his snake-like scarlet eyes, and said while licking his tongue.
"That's ridiculous, stupid Mudblood, do you think I'm going to hold a resurrection ceremony in front of you?"
Harry's eyes were quickly drawn to the tall and thin man, paler than a skeleton, with two big red eyes, a nose as flat as a snake's, and two thin slits for nostrils...
Voldemort has long been resurrected! ! !
Ivan finally realized this problem!
Using the Portkey to send them here is not necessarily for the blood of the enemy. When there are vampires mixed into the school, they can get Harry's blood very easily. conflict.
Voldemort looked away from Harry and began examining his own body.
His hands were like giant pale spiders, and his slender pale fingers caressed his chest, arms, and face;
Those red eyes looked brighter in the dark, with two slits in the pupil, like a cat's eyes.He raised his hands, moving his fingers, his expression ecstatic.
"Harry, it's been a long time." Voldemort's snake face twisted, "It's been about 15 years, or 13 years? But that doesn't matter, what matters is that we meet again today, and my real family will also return!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the air was suddenly filled with the rustling of cloaks. In the weeds, behind the dead trees, in every dark place wizards apparated, all of them hooded and hooded. They walked over one by one with faces blank, walking very slowly and cautiously, as if they couldn't believe their eyes.
Voldemort stood there waiting in silence, his snake's face contorted into a cruel smile.
With a plop, a Death Eater fell to his knees, crawled up to Voldemort, and kissed the hem of his black robe.
"Master. Master," he whispered.
The same goes for the Death Eaters behind him, each crawling up to Voldemort on their knees and kissing his robes.
Then, silently stepped aside, stood up, and gradually formed a circle, surrounded by Ivan and Harry. Gabriel hid behind Fleur very obediently. Although she was already very scared, she still pursed her lips. Not saying a word.
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 any more. He looked around at the hooded faces. Although there was no wind, there seemed to be a slight rustling in the circle, as if the circle trembled.
"Welcome, Death Eaters!" said Voldemort calmly. "Thirteen years, it has been thirteen years since we last met. But you still answer my call like yesterday, that is to say, we are still united in the Dark Mark under, is it?"
He raised his hideous face, opened his two slit-like nostrils and sniffed.
"What does it smell like? I smell guilt!" he said. "There's a stink of guilt in the air."
The circle trembled again, and it seemed that everyone wanted to step back, but dared not move.
"I see you all in good health and magic as before, arriving so quickly! I used to keep asking myself why this gang of powerful wizards has not come to help their master, to help the man they swore to be loyal to forever ?!"
No one spoke, no one dared to move.
"Then, I answer myself!" whispered Voldemort, pacing slowly around the inside of the circle, "they must have believed me, thought I was finished. They slipped back among my enemies and said they were innocent." Yes, without knowing it, I have been enchanted."
"I asked myself again, but why do they believe that I will not make a comeback? Don't they know that I have taken measures to prevent death a long time ago? Didn't they witness me countless times when I was stronger than any wizard? Do you want to prove that your magic power is boundless?" His voice was very drawn out, and it looked extraordinarily gloomy.
"Again, I answered myself, perhaps they believed there was a greater power capable of defeating Voldemort! Perhaps they had now pledged their allegiance to someone else, perhaps the leader of the Lower Ribas, the protector of the Mudbloods and Muggles, Albus Dun No Bully?!"
Hearing Dumbledore's name, the members of the circle became agitated, some muttered and shook their heads.
Voldemort ignored it, his expression becoming more and more bleak.
"It makes me sad and I admit I'm disappointed, disappointed in you guys."
Suddenly one of the circle fell to the ground, prostrate at Voldemort's feet, shaking from head to toe.
"Master!" he screamed. "Master, forgive me! Forgive us!"
Voldemort sneered and raised his wand.
"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"
The death eater who fell to the ground writhed and screamed in pain, the sound came from the soul.
Voldemort is more powerful than any dark wizard. His evil thoughts make the Cruciatus Curse extremely cruel and unbearable...
……
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(End of this chapter)
"Harry," Ivan suddenly raised his wand and created a sound-proof barrier, and when Harry looked at him, he said, "Don't show your real strength for a while, we need Bring Voldemort back to life."
"What?" Harry asked, "but...but..."
"No, but," Ai Wen shook his head, "Believe me, this is to protect you. If he uses your blood to resurrect, your mother's blood curse will be applied to both of you, and he will never be able to kill you again." You, until then..."
Ivan suddenly stopped talking, because he discovered that the premise of all this was that Harry was unable to defeat Voldemort. If one day Harry could defeat Voldemort by himself... then this curse is also for Voldemort. will be a protection...
and many more!
This blood curse will disappear when Harry is 17 years old!
No, it's still not right, what else is wrong!
Ivan frantically recalled his known conditions, and he felt that he had fallen into a misunderstanding, but Harry's voice had already come, "Ivan, what are you talking about, what mother's blood curse, why has no one told you? Get over me!"
"Wait, Harry, I'll tell you about this in detail after this is done, trust me, okay?" Ivan stared at the scar on the top of Harry's forehead, and suddenly realized that he seemed to have made a mistake. Big mistake!
That is, the scar on the top of Harry's forehead used to have a fragment of Voldemort, but it is gone now, and Dumbledore didn't know that after the Chamber of Secrets incident, Harry had already mastered Occlumency initially under his own guidance!
If Voldemort borrows Harry's blood to resurrect, then there is Harry's mother's spell in Voldemort's blood. When he hits Harry with the death curse, Harry can't die, but Voldemort's soul in it just dies. So no matter how much Voldemort kills Harry, he won't be able to kill him, but Harry can already kill Voldemort.
In other words, whoever kills each other first, Voldemort and Harry, will lose, and they will win if they die at the beginning, but the premise of all this is based on the fact that Harry has Voldemort's soul on his forehead!
And now, the soul shard on Harry's forehead had been removed early, if Voldemort still used Harry's blood to revive... the devil knows what would happen.
Ivan stared at Harry's forehead, he finally figured out the cause and effect of the incident, he suddenly turned his head to look at the wizard standing in front,
"No, Voldemort must not be resurrected with your blood, Harry, and I will stop him!"
However, the tall and thin man had already taken off his hood, revealing his snake-like scarlet eyes, and said while licking his tongue.
"That's ridiculous, stupid Mudblood, do you think I'm going to hold a resurrection ceremony in front of you?"
Harry's eyes were quickly drawn to the tall and thin man, paler than a skeleton, with two big red eyes, a nose as flat as a snake's, and two thin slits for nostrils...
Voldemort has long been resurrected! ! !
Ivan finally realized this problem!
Using the Portkey to send them here is not necessarily for the blood of the enemy. When there are vampires mixed into the school, they can get Harry's blood very easily. conflict.
Voldemort looked away from Harry and began examining his own body.
His hands were like giant pale spiders, and his slender pale fingers caressed his chest, arms, and face;
Those red eyes looked brighter in the dark, with two slits in the pupil, like a cat's eyes.He raised his hands, moving his fingers, his expression ecstatic.
"Harry, it's been a long time." Voldemort's snake face twisted, "It's been about 15 years, or 13 years? But that doesn't matter, what matters is that we meet again today, and my real family will also return!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the air was suddenly filled with the rustling of cloaks. In the weeds, behind the dead trees, in every dark place wizards apparated, all of them hooded and hooded. They walked over one by one with faces blank, walking very slowly and cautiously, as if they couldn't believe their eyes.
Voldemort stood there waiting in silence, his snake's face contorted into a cruel smile.
With a plop, a Death Eater fell to his knees, crawled up to Voldemort, and kissed the hem of his black robe.
"Master. Master," he whispered.
The same goes for the Death Eaters behind him, each crawling up to Voldemort on their knees and kissing his robes.
Then, silently stepped aside, stood up, and gradually formed a circle, surrounded by Ivan and Harry. Gabriel hid behind Fleur very obediently. Although she was already very scared, she still pursed her lips. Not saying a word.
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 any more. He looked around at the hooded faces. Although there was no wind, there seemed to be a slight rustling in the circle, as if the circle trembled.
"Welcome, Death Eaters!" said Voldemort calmly. "Thirteen years, it has been thirteen years since we last met. But you still answer my call like yesterday, that is to say, we are still united in the Dark Mark under, is it?"
He raised his hideous face, opened his two slit-like nostrils and sniffed.
"What does it smell like? I smell guilt!" he said. "There's a stink of guilt in the air."
The circle trembled again, and it seemed that everyone wanted to step back, but dared not move.
"I see you all in good health and magic as before, arriving so quickly! I used to keep asking myself why this gang of powerful wizards has not come to help their master, to help the man they swore to be loyal to forever ?!"
No one spoke, no one dared to move.
"Then, I answer myself!" whispered Voldemort, pacing slowly around the inside of the circle, "they must have believed me, thought I was finished. They slipped back among my enemies and said they were innocent." Yes, without knowing it, I have been enchanted."
"I asked myself again, but why do they believe that I will not make a comeback? Don't they know that I have taken measures to prevent death a long time ago? Didn't they witness me countless times when I was stronger than any wizard? Do you want to prove that your magic power is boundless?" His voice was very drawn out, and it looked extraordinarily gloomy.
"Again, I answered myself, perhaps they believed there was a greater power capable of defeating Voldemort! Perhaps they had now pledged their allegiance to someone else, perhaps the leader of the Lower Ribas, the protector of the Mudbloods and Muggles, Albus Dun No Bully?!"
Hearing Dumbledore's name, the members of the circle became agitated, some muttered and shook their heads.
Voldemort ignored it, his expression becoming more and more bleak.
"It makes me sad and I admit I'm disappointed, disappointed in you guys."
Suddenly one of the circle fell to the ground, prostrate at Voldemort's feet, shaking from head to toe.
"Master!" he screamed. "Master, forgive me! Forgive us!"
Voldemort sneered and raised his wand.
"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"
The death eater who fell to the ground writhed and screamed in pain, the sound came from the soul.
Voldemort is more powerful than any dark wizard. His evil thoughts make the Cruciatus Curse extremely cruel and unbearable...
……
……
(End of this chapter)
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