Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

703. Chapter 699 Evil Magic

    After the black person was stuffed in, Harry couldn't make a sound and could only struggle with it.

    But it didn't work at all. His hands and feet were tied and he had completely lost his ability to move.

    His body couldn't help but tremble, and the man in the cloak began to reach out and explore on him.

    I could hear the rushing and slight breathing in the hood, and Harry continued to resist, and the man hit him.

    Uneasy and humiliating, Harry didn't know what to say.

    Ivan hurriedly hugged him from behind, letting him calm down, not struggling to resist, and that didn't make sense at all.

    They can't do anything now, they can only wait with peace of mind, waiting for Voldemort's to return…

    The other party was busy checking that the rope was tightly tied. After confirming that Harry had been tied and unable to move, he looked at Ivan along the rope and hesitated for a moment. He might think that Ivan was just a scared fool. The little girl will not hinder the next magic, so I will not care for him.

    He kept the two people in the grass, and then, without saying a word, he hurried away.

    Behind Harry, Ivan lifted his head hard and passed through the thick mist, and he saw a stone cauldron in front of them.

    Voldemort was under the cauldron, and in the baby-like baggage, he was restless and eager to move.

    Harry also looked at it, fear and despair spread in the body.

    His scar was burning and he was sore. He suddenly realized that he didn't want to see anything in the bag. He didn't want the bag to open…

    The terrible thing is about to happen, and he suddenly realizes that he and Gabrielle may be dying here.

    Just like Cedric, who just died, then the body was taken by the evil Vampire for experiment…

    The next second, Ivan heard a sound at the foot and looked down. I saw a big snake swimming on the grass.

    It slipped over to the two, spit the letter, and looked at Ivan and Harry as if they couldn't help but swallow them.

    There was a groaning sound inside the bag, and the serpent retreated a distance and was not willing to spin around them.

    The man in the cloak began to fill the cauldron and was able to hear the splash of water.

    This stone cauldron is large, bigger than all cauldron Ivan has ever seen, allowing an adult to sit inside.

    The things in the ground are moving more vigorously, as if to break free.

    Suddenly, the cauldron squeaked a green, green flame, and the evil jumped in the flames.

    The liquid in the cauldron seemed to heat up very quickly, and the surface not only began to boil, but the sputum shot a spark, like burning.

    The steam is getting thicker and thicker, the surrounding fog becomes more intense, and the man who looks after the flames becomes blurred.

    The bag was moving even more urgently, and they heard Voldemort's sharp, cold voice.

    Fast

    Now the entire surface of the water is flashing with sparks, as if it were full of diamonds.

    "Burn it, master!"The man’s voice could not help but tremble, as if he was afraid of death.

    Now,The cold voice said.

    He pulled the baggage from the ground and revealed what was inside.

    In front of Ivan, Harry screamed again, but was stuffed with something in his mouth.

    Ivan stared at the front and stared at it…

    The baggage was opened, as if the stone was suddenly opened, revealing a slimy, ugly thing without eyes.

    No, it’s more terrible than this, a hundred times terrible!

    Voldemort's current shape is like a deflated baby, but nothing more than a baby.

    It has no hair, and the body seems to have scales, dark and red, like tender meat.

    Its arms and legs are thin and soft, its face…

    No living child has such a face, a flat snake face with a pair of sparkling red eyes.

    It looked completely unself-care, and it lifted its thin arms and grabbed the man's neck in front of him.

    At this time, the man's head fell off, you can see the pale and weak face with fear and uneasiness, and a trace of madness, he is glory for the resurrection of Voldemort, this is enough to go down in history. Evil Demon Law!

    He hugged Voldemort to the edge of cauldron, and the splash of water on the surface of the potion illuminated the evil flat face.

    Then, Voldemort was put into cauldron, and with a sizzle, it sank.

    Even if there is a distance, he can still hear the soft sound of his soft body touching the cauldron base.

    This is it.Ivan muttered, holding the wand tightly inside his hand.

    Harry was also constantly praying and drowning it.

    The scar on the forehead is almost unbearable, I beg you, let it drown…

    The man began to talk, and the low voice was shaking, as if he was being scared.

    He raised the wand, closed his eyes and shouted, "The father's bone, inadvertently donated, can regenerate your son!"

    In the baggage on the ground, a small amount of dust responded to his call and rose into the air, gently falling into the cauldron.

    The diamond-like liquid surface ruptured, creaking, sparking, and the liquid turned into a bright red blue, which was poisonous at first glance.

    Ivan once asked Lupin and Sirius to find Voldemort's father's grave, but before that, the things inside had been taken away by Voldemort, leaving only a ruined tombstone. When Voldemort met Vampire in the Albanian forest, he was already planning the plan.

    Before cauldron, the man's body trembled with the flames, and he paused for a while.

    Then he pulled a long, thin, silvery Winky's dagger from the cloak, his voice twisting in trembling.

    "The servant's flesh is donated by voluntarily, and your master can be born again!"

    He stretched out his right hand and then grabbed the dagger with his left hand and waved to the right hand.

    Both Ivan and Harry closed their eyes subconsciously. In the painful screams and wheezing sounds, they heard a disgusting plop, the dagger fell to the ground, and then anything was thrown into the cauldron, that person’s Arms, bloody and fuzzy.

    Ivan saw a similar description in countless dark magic books, but never thought about seeing it.

    This is the most evil and horrible ritual beyond the evil Demon law in the general sense.

    Harry was also breathing in pain, trying to get the thin air into his lungs.

    The dagger that the man swung down was like stabbing him.

    In cauldron, the potion turned red, and the glare shot into their closed eyes…