Infinite Heroes Seat

　　 "Father's bones, donated unintentionally, can make your son regenerate!"

　　 "Servant's meat, donated voluntarily, can regenerate your master!"

　　 "The enemy's blood, forced to donate, can revive your enemy!"

　　 In the dark cemetery, a short man was singing a spell loudly, and his stern voice echoed in the night sky. Harry looked desperately at Wormtail, who had grabbed himself, put his blood, one of his arms, and a small wisp of ashes from the graveyard into a boiling cauldron, and then put the ugly, hairless one into a boiling pot. Only a scaly baby was put in.

"Drow it," Harry prayed in his heart, "Please... drown it..." Obviously just a few minutes ago, he had just won the trophy of the Triwizard Tournament, ready to celebrate his victory. Why would I be sent here in a blink of an eye. Although it was the first time I saw the ugly baby, the feeling in the soul told Harry clearly what it was, or who it was.

　　 "Please... drown it..." Harry pleaded again in his heart.

It is a pity that with a puff of white smoke, he saw a black outline rise in the cauldron, a tall and thin face paler than a skull, **** and red eyes, and a flat nose like a snake's nose— —Voldemort, he is resurrected.

　　 Harry closed his eyes in despair, he knew exactly what was waiting for him.

　　 But ignoring Harry, Voldemort began to examine his body.

　　 His hands are like huge, pale spiders; his long, white fingers gently caress his chest. Arms and face; those red eyes with split pupils, like cat eyes, shone even more in the dark. He raised his hand and stretched his fingers with an expression of concentration and joy. Then those unnatural fingers slid into a deep pocket and took out a magic wand. He also gently caressed the wand, then raised it and pointed it at Harry, letting out a high-pitched, cold, unsmiling laugh.

　　 "No, no! —" Harry yelled desperately, the courage that had been against Voldemort seemed to have disappeared.

　　 But Voldemort did not kill him, but lazily said to Wormtail, "Extend your arm."

　　 "Ah!" With a miserable cry, Wormtail clutched his remaining arm, and the skull logo on it was hot red.

　　 "It's back," Voldemort whispered, "They must have noticed...now we will see...now we will know..."

　　 "How many people will dare to come back when I feel that I am resurrected?" He murmured, his shiny red eyes staring at the stars. "How many people will leave stupidly?"

　　 He started to pace around, and Harry and Wintyre have been scanning the tomb since then. After about a minute, he looked down at Harry again, his snakelike face distorted by a cruel smile.

"Harry Potter, you are standing on the remains of my dead father," he said softly, "a complete fool...like your dear mother. But they are all useful, right No? Your mother died to protect your child... and I killed my dad and saw him prove how useful he was in death..."

　　 "Did you see the house on the mountain? My father lived there before. My mother...he abandoned her. He doesn't like magic, my father..."

After a few more minutes, Voldemort finally stopped talking to himself, "Listen to me, listen to my family's past..." He said quietly, "Hey, I have become so sentimental... Harry, Look, my real family is back home..."

　　 The cloak swished suddenly. Between the graves, behind the trees, in every shadow, a group of Death Eaters appeared. They were all wearing headscarves and masks, walking forward one by one, slowly and cautiously, as if they couldn't even believe their eyes. Voldemort stood quietly, waiting for them, when one of the Death Eaters ran down, crawled to Voldemort and kissed the frills of his black robe.

"Welcome, Death Eaters," Voldemort said quietly, "the last time we met was thirteen years ago, but you answer my call as if it were yesterday... Now, we are here again. Reunited under the black mark, isn't it?"

　　 "Of course, before I punish you for your betrayal over the years," all the Death Eaters began to tremble, "Let's first welcome some of our friends!"

　　 The Death Eaters looked at Harry who was tied to the tombstone, but Voldemort looked in the other direction.

　　'Papa' crisp applause echoed throughout the cemetery, and Mo Wen's figure suddenly emerged from the air, "As expected of the Dark Lord, he has such strength just after his resurrection, and I am somewhat confident in my own magic!"

　　 looked up and down Voldemort's body, Mo Wen admired: "It's amazing magic~www.wuxiamtl.com~ It's so easy from death to life!"

Seemingly satisfied with the words, Voldemort squinted his eyes and introduced to his Death Eaters: "This is a new friend who has joined us, the young genius of the Guris family. I was able to resurrect thanks to him and another one. A loyal Death Eater, yes, it was the contributions of these two men that allowed—"

　　 "Guris, you traitor!" Harry interrupted Voldemort's yelling, "I knew you were not a good thing!"

　　 Mowen shrugged, "Harry, you'd better be honest, otherwise you will suffer."

　　 "You **** bastard! Ugh—" Harry's mouth was covered by a bubble of foam, Mo Wen shook his wand, and smiled kindly, as if he didn't do everything just now.

　　 There was also a lot of discussion among the Death Eaters, and a figure suddenly took a step forward and said: "Master, Guris may be unbelievable, but they were—"

　　 "Okay, Lucius!" Voldemort said lazily, "put down the grievances between you and the Guris family for the time being, I believe him!"

"But--"

　　 "Or you are questioning the great Dark Lord!" Voldemort's icy gaze swept towards Lucius.

　　 "Don't dare, my great master!" Lucius took a step back, wearing a mask, unable to see his expression, but looking at his clenched fist hands, it is probably not that calm.

　　 "Okay, now let's deal with Harry's problem." Voldemort turned his gaze to Harry, "Let go of him now, Wormtail, and give him his wand back."