The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

A blade of light flashed by, and Harry Potter's eyes were instantly dyed red with blood.

"Ah—" He couldn't help but let out a painful groan.

Because of his wrist, the "Muggle" dressed up by the forest ranger in front of him severely cut a big hole.

The blood began to stay unstoppable from the wound on his wrist.

"Damn..." Harry struggled in vain, because this wound had once again reminded him of a scene more than two years ago.

Although it has been two years, he has grown up two years old; but now Harry's situation is still as helpless as it was then. In other words, it's more helpless than before.

"Master... if this continues, Potter might lose too much blood and die!" Severus Snape on one side suddenly said, "Although I would be happy to see his death, but if he Dying early will have some impact on our future plans; after all, the blood of the dead might not be useful."

"Yes, you are right, Severus." Voldemort nodded.

"Ah—" Harry suddenly let out a louder cry.

Because one of Voldemort's hand suddenly pressed **** his wound... This heavy pressing made Harry feel like he was going to die.

Although on an objective level, this "physical hemostasis" method also succeeded in preventing Harry from losing as much blood as before.

Barely regaining some consciousness, he took his gaze away from the Muggle forest ranger, and then looked around.

The Death Eater named "Ayden" was wheezing and gasping, and he rushed over.

What he held in his hand was a huge stone crucible filled with liquid.

"Leave it to you, Severus!" Voldemort said with a smile. It seemed to him that torturing Harry Potter and looking at Harry with a painful expression was more important than preparing the liquid in the cauldron.

Harry looked directly at Snape.

If his eyes can kill people, he must have killed Snape countless times.

But he couldn't do anything.

He could only watch, Snape used his magic wand to dot the bottom of the cauldron while adding some weird things into the cauldron.

Watching, Snape finished the reagents in the cauldron.

Harry is no stranger to that kind of thing... It's nothing more than the potion Voldemort used to restore his body, the same as it was more than two years ago... It's just that the wizard who made the potion changed from Wormtail to Snape.

A crackling flame burst under the cauldron, and a disgusting stench filled the air.

Harry barely held back his urge to vomit, but Voldemort in front of him was desperately sniffing his nose and enjoying the smell.

The liquid in the crucible seems to heat up very quickly. Not only does the surface start to boil, it can even emit sparks, like it's burning.

The steam thickened, and Snape's figure looking after the flames became blurred; of course, it could also be Harry's own consciousness, which had become blurred due to excessive blood loss.

"Hurry up!" Voldemort urged excitedly.

Harry thought he would have to wait some time, but the potion in the cauldron was completed faster than he thought. After all, Snape's proficiency in making potions was much higher than Wormtail.

After almost blinking, sparks flashed across the surface of the water, as if encrusted with diamonds.

"It's burned, Master," Snape said calmly.

"Great!" Voldemort, dressed as a forest ranger, raised the sharp blade in his hand again.

This time, Harry clenched his teeth to prevent himself from screaming in fear because of pain.

The wound on the wrist was somewhat solidified just now, but now it has been cut open again, and the wound has been cut bigger...

Countless blood began to flow from the wound, flow out, into the crucible, as if the blood in the whole body was leaving him.

"Hahahahaha!" Voldemort's laughter sounded in Harry's ear.

"I have to thank you, Potter..." He said triumphantly: "Twice in a row! Two consecutive times of my comeback, I need to rely on your help... The first time you helped me provide the enemy's blood, and This time, you also helped me provide a precious soul..."

He glanced at the crucible that had been completely boiling.

"One more thing...and the flesh of my loyal servant!" he said softly.

At the same time, his gaze turned to the two Death Eaters beside him.

"Sectumsempra!" Severus Snape suddenly raised his wand, like an electric flint.

The target he aimed at was another Death Eater present.

This poor guy, before he could react, was hit by Snape's spell and fell into a pool of blood...

Snape strode over, picked up a few pieces of minced meat from the ground, and put them in the cauldron.

"Now, I think it's completely finished!" He raised his head and looked at Voldemort: "My master."

"Very good...very good...perfect!" Voldemort said hysterically as he watched the blue smoke rising from the cauldron.

Yes, everything is ready...

Of course, the last part is needed, his own... the broken soul of the Dark Lord himself.

He steered the Muggle body and walked towards the huge cauldron step by step.

Looking at the turbid liquid in the crucible...

Then only a flop was heard and the whole Voldemort jumped into the cauldron.

...

Is it over?

Harry Potter only felt that he was extremely weak, extremely weak, and extremely painful.

Although he knew his situation very well, he just wanted to sleep now... This was a sign of excessive blood loss.

The wound on the wrist was still bleeding.

This time ~www.novelmtl.com~ It seems that Voldemort is going to win!

After all, he was powerless to stop him, and he was destined to be killed by him. Just wait for a moment when he came out of the cauldron and regained his body.

Harry's consciousness is getting weaker and weaker, and his eyelids are getting heavier.

Just when he was about to "sleep", a refreshing sensation suddenly came from the wound on his wrist.

Something was spilled there, or some magic was applied there... The wound was healing a little bit, and the strength in the body was also recovering at a slow speed.

With all his strength, Ha opened his eyes again.

Then, he saw an extremely surprising scene--

Severus Snape was holding his wand, kneeling beside Harry, helping him heal the wound in his hand.

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