After the black thing was stuffed in, Harry could not make a sound and could only struggle with all his might.
But it was useless. His hands and feet were tied, and he had completely lost the ability to move.
His body trembled uncontrollably, and the man in the cloak began to grope him.
Rapid and light breathing could be heard from within the hood. Harry continued to struggle with all his might, and the man hit him.
Uneasiness and humiliation mixed together, and Harry was whimpering, but no one knew what he was saying.
Elwyn hurriedly hugged him from behind, telling him to calm down and not to struggle. It was meaningless.
There was nothing they could do now, and they could only wait in peace, for Lord Voldemort to return …
The man was busy checking whether the rope was tied tightly, and after making sure that Harry was firmly tied up and could not move, he looked at Elwyn along the rope and hesitated for a moment. He might have thought that Elwyn was just a frightened little girl, and would not hinder the magic that was about to be cast, so he ignored him.
He threw the two of them into the bushes, and then, without saying a word, he hurriedly walked away.
Behind Harry, Elwyn struggled to raise his head, and through the thick fog, he saw a stone crucible in front of them.
Lord Voldemort was under the crucible, inside the baby-shaped bundle, restless and ready to move.
Harry also stared at it, fear and despair spreading in his body.
His scar burned with pain again, and he suddenly realized that he did not want to see what was inside the bundle, he did not want the bundle to be opened …
Something terrible was about to happen, and he suddenly realized that he and Gabri might die here.
Just like Cedric who had just died, and his body was taken by the evil vampires to be experimented on …
In the next second, Elwyn heard a sound by his feet. Looking down, he saw a large snake slithering on the grass.
It slithered towards the two of them, spitting its tongue and staring at Elwyn and Harry like a tiger watching its prey, as if it couldn't wait to swallow them.
There was a hissing sound coming from inside the bundle. The snake retreated a distance and circled around them unwillingly.
The cloaked man began to pour water into the cauldron, and the sound of water splashing could be heard.
The stone crucible was huge, bigger than any crucible Elwyn had ever seen. It was big enough for a grown man to sit inside.
The thing in the bundle on the ground moved even more vigorously, as if it wanted to break free.
Suddenly, green flames crackled under the crucible, and evil danced in the flames.
The liquid in the crucible seemed to heat up very quickly. The surface not only began to boil, but also burst into sparks as if it were on fire.
The steam was getting thicker, and the surrounding fog was getting thicker. The figure of the man who was tending to the fire was getting blurry.
The bundle moved more rapidly, and once more they heard the sharp, cold voice of the Lord Voldemort.
"Quick!"
Now the whole surface of the water was sparkling, as if it was covered with diamonds.
"It's done, Master!" The man's voice couldn't help but tremble, as if he was scared to death.
"Now …" the cold voice said.
He pulled the bundle off the ground, revealing the thing inside.
In front of Elwyn, Harry let out another scream, but it was muffled by the thing in his mouth.
Elwyn stared ahead in a daze, unable to take his eyes off it …
The bundle was opened, as if someone had suddenly turned a stone over, revealing a sticky, eyeless, ugly thing.
No, it was even scarier than that, a hundred times scarier!
The Lord Voldemort now looked like a curled up baby, but there was nothing more unlike a baby.
It had no hair, and its body seemed to be covered in scales. Its skin was dark and red, like injured meat.
Its arms and legs were thin and soft, and its face …
No living child had such a face. It was a flat, snake-like face, with a pair of glowing red eyes.
It looked like it had no ability to take care of itself. It raised its thin arms and wrapped them around the neck of the man in front of it.
At that moment, the hood on the man's head fell off, and the pale, weak face could be seen with fear and unease, as well as a hint of madness. He was feeling proud of resurrecting the Lord Voldemort. This was evil magic that was worthy of being recorded in the history books!
He carried the Lord Voldemort to the edge of the crucible, and the dancing water on the surface of the potion illuminated the evil flat face.
Then, the Lord Voldemort was put into the crucible, and with a hiss, it sank.
Even from a distance, the soft sound of its soft body touching the bottom of the crucible could be heard clearly.
"It's begun!" Elwyn murmured, his hand gripping the wand tightly.
Harry also kept praying for it to drown.
The pain from the scar on his forehead was almost unbearable. I beg you, let it drown ….
The man began to speak. His deep voice was trembling, as if he was frightened to the point of insanity.
He raised the wand, closed his eyes, and shouted, "Father's bones, unintentionally donated, may your son be born again!"
In the bundle on the ground, a small plume of dust rose into the air in response to his call, and gently fell into the crucible.
The diamond-like liquid cracked, hissing, and sparks flew everywhere. The liquid turned bright red and blue, and it was obvious that it was poisonous.
Elwyn had once asked Lupin and Sirius to find the grave of the Lord Voldemort's father, but long before that, the contents had been taken away by the Lord Voldemort's men, and only a broken tombstone was left. When the Lord Voldemort met the vampires in the Albanian forest, he had already planned this.
In front of the crucible, the man's body trembled violently with the flames. He paused for a moment.
Then, he pulled out a long, thin, silver dagger from his cloak. His voice was distorted as he trembled.
"The flesh of this servant, voluntarily donated, may your master be born again!"
He stretched out his right hand, and then held the dagger tightly with his left hand, and swung it at his right.
Elwyn and Harry instinctively closed their eyes. Amidst the painful screams and sounds, they heard a sickening thud. The dagger fell to the ground, and then, something was thrown into the crucible. It was the man's arm, bloody and mangled.
Elwyn had read similar descriptions in countless black magic books, but he never thought he would see it with his own eyes.
This was beyond the ordinary definition of evil magic, the most evil and horrifying ritual.
Harry was also in pain, trying to force thin air into his lungs.
The man's dagger seemed to have stabbed him.
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