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Chapter 319 Resurrection Ceremony

Harry struggled to get up from the ground and looked around. There were tombstones everywhere. Combined with the dim environment, an inexplicable sense of fear surged into his heart.

These tombstones were all the sins that Voldemort had committed. Riddle's entire family was killed by Voldemort, and only a servant who was away from home escaped. Fortunately, this servant still had a conscience and buried the whole family neatly, but as for the cemetery, naturally he could only choose the backyard nearby.

At this time, Harry naturally knew that he had already left the grounds of Hogwarts, and he would most likely have to rely on himself to deal with the conspiracy that was about to happen.

He cast the Luminescent Charm, and the tip of the wand lit up with fluorescence to illuminate the surrounding environment. Only then did Harry realize that this place seemed familiar. After some effort to recall, Harry realized that this place was exactly the same as the scene he saw in his dream during the summer vacation. In that dream, the lightning scar on his forehead warned him that this place might not be a safe place.

Harry began searching the floor for the Goblet of Fire, which had rolled to some unknown place, intending to teleport it back using the portkey.

Just then, a figure walked towards Harry step by step between the graves.

Harry couldn't see his face, but from his gait and posture, he seemed to be holding something. He was short and wore a cloak with a hood that covered the sides of his face.

As the man got closer, Harry saw that he was holding a deformed baby wrapped in swaddling clothes.

The moment he saw the baby, Harry's lightning scar started to ache again. This time the pain was much worse than before, and it felt like the lightning scar was burning. The pain even had a tendency to spread to his entire body. He had never felt such intense pain before, and the wand in his hand fell to the ground.

As the pain intensified, Harry covered his face with his hands, his legs bent and he fell to the ground. He could see nothing in front of him and his head felt like it was about to explode.

Seeing this, the short and fat man in the cloak put down the baby in his arms, lit the tip of his wand, pointed it at Harry and waved it slowly. Harry felt as if his legs were grabbed by something and were being dragged towards a tombstone.

The light from the top of the wand also allowed Harry to see the face of the person who came. It was Peter Pettigrew who escaped from prison.

As Peter swung his wand faster and the light at the tip of the wand became brighter, Harry was dragged faster and faster, and finally he even flew directly to a tombstone. At the same time, a rope shot out from the tip of the wand and tied Harry tightly to the tombstone.

As Harry flew towards the tombstone, he also saw the name engraved on it - Tom Riddle. This was Voldemort's name, and also his father's name.

After restraining Harry, Peter turned and left, and soon came to Harry with a huge stone crucible, which was filled with turbid liquid, which should be some kind of potion. Moreover, this crucible was larger than any crucible Harry had ever seen, and it was no problem for an adult to jump in and take a bath.

At this moment, the deformed baby in the cradle on the ground began to struggle violently. Peter saw this and hurriedly picked him up respectfully. Then he pointed at the bottom of the crucible with his magic wand, and a huge flame burst out from under the crucible.

The potion in the crucible soon began to boil. The sticky liquid kept bubbling, and sparks of magic were flickering on the surface of the liquid.

As the potion in the crucible gradually boiled, the deformed baby's struggle became more and more violent. It seemed extremely anxious and even spoke in a hurry, "Hurry... now..."

Peter tore off the swaddling clothes from the deformed baby, and Harry could now see the baby's full appearance. This scene frightened Harry so much that he wanted to scream, but unfortunately the rope that tied him was also wrapped around his mouth several times, so he could only make a whimpering sound.

Li San, who activated his invisibility and was observing in secret, also saw Voldemort's appearance as a baby. He got goosebumps. The reason was that Voldemort was so ugly. Li San couldn't imagine how a person could be so ugly that it was disgusting.

The baby had no hair, and it was covered with what looked like scales, and its skin was dark and red, like wounded flesh. Its arms and legs were thin and soft, and its face... no living child had a face like that, a flat, snake-like face with a pair of gleaming red eyes.

Peter carried him to the cauldron, and for a moment Harry saw the sparks dancing on the surface of the potion illuminating the evil flat face.

To Harry's surprise, Peter put him into the boiling cauldron. With a hiss, he sank, and Harry even heard the light sound of his limp body hitting the bottom of the cauldron.

Let it drown, Harry thought, but the burning pain from his scar was almost unbearable, and he couldn't even think straight. Please... let it drown...

While Harry was daydreaming, Peter's voice rang out. He raised his wand, closed his eyes, and said to the night sky: "Father's bones, accidentally donated, can serve as a skeleton to regenerate your son!"

His voice trembled slightly, whether out of fear or excitement, it was unclear.

As Peter finished speaking, the grave under Harry's feet cracked open, and a piece of dry bones rose into the air in response to Peter's call and gently fell into the crucible. As the dry bones fell into the crucible, the potion in the crucible flickered with magical light, and the liquid gradually turned into a bright blue.

At this time, Peter pulled out a long, thin, silver-shining dagger from his cloak. He sobbed and raised the dagger to his eyes, muttering, "The flesh of a servant, voluntarily donated, as flesh and blood, can make your master - reborn."

But the voice was a little sobbing, and there was a hint of fear in the tone.

He stretched out his right hand, which was the one that had bitten off his little finger to frame Sirius Black. He held the dagger tightly in his left hand and swung it towards his right hand.

As the entire hand dropped into the cauldron, the magic in the potion flickered again, and the liquid turned a blood-red color.

Peter was breathing heavily, as if he was trying to endure the pain of a broken palm. He walked up to Harry and stabbed him straight with the dagger.

Harry struggled to stop it, but the rope was too tight and he could only watch the dagger pierce his arm.

Peter ignored Harry's struggle, and hurriedly took out a bottle from his arms to catch Harry's blood. He walked to the crucible with a little expectation and a little fear.

"The blood of your enemy, forced to be donated, can resurrect your enemy." Peter muttered and dripped Harry's blood into the crucible.

As Harry's blood dripped into the potion, the potion in the crucible changed again. The magic power flickered even more violently, and its light illuminated the surroundings like daylight. When the movement in the crucible returned to calm, only white mist was left coming out of the crucible.

[No matter...whatever they are going to do, they are bound to fail!] Harry was now helpless as he watched everything Peter did and could only pray in his heart.

But unfortunately, things went against his wishes and he saw a horrifying scene through the white fog.

I saw a black figure rising from the crucible, tall and thin, like a dry skeleton.