Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 321 I’m back!

"Hiss! My head hurts! What on earth is going on?!"

Harry covered the scar on his forehead with his hand, curled up in the weeds and twitched continuously.

In the distance, a tall figure was standing up with difficulty. The strange thing was that his body was getting smaller and smaller as he stood up, until he changed from a big man over two meters tall to the size of a normal person.

And further away, there were flames shooting up into the sky and sharp screams.

The scream seemed to alert the figure. He suddenly turned around and looked towards the flames. Then he screamed, turned his head and rushed towards Harry like a madman.

Harry instinctively wanted to escape, but his body was out of control and didn't move at all.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp blade pierced Harry's arm and was pulled out violently. In just a moment, blood spurted out from the wound like a fountain.

The pain restored Harry's ability to move. He screamed and crawled on the ground, trying to get away from his attacker.

But this was of no use at all. The man caught up with Harry in two steps and used his mud-stained hands to continuously wipe the blood spurting from Harry's wound onto his body and face!
'What is he doing? Is he a vampire?'

Harry thought so and was terrified. He thought that today might be the day he died.

However, just when Harry was in despair, he saw the man waving his wand, and a wave of space distortion came in the air, and the man disappeared suddenly!
……

"Die! Voldemort!"

Accompanied by Mike's roar, the huge snake head made of fierce fire pounced on the small swaddling clothes on the ground and bit it.

A smile appeared on Mike's face, he had already foreseen the next scene.

Voldemort, the once legendary wizard will die again under his fire curse and turn into ashes!
However, something unexpected happened.

At the moment when the Fiendfyre was about to devour Voldemort, the space in front of the swaddling clothes suddenly twisted. Suddenly, accompanied by crackling explosions, a bloody and disheveled figure suddenly appeared on the grass and hugged the swaddling clothes!
"Master! Here I come!"

On the grass, little Batty was speaking softly and gently, and above his head, the fire python was pouncing towards him with its bloody mouth wide open.

"Take me away! Go!"

A hoarse voice came from the cradle, the voice was weak and rapid, which made little Batty feel distressed!

"I understand! Master!"

Little Barty responded to Voldemort and waved the wand in his hand at the same time. Regardless of the chaos of magic power in his body caused by the instant Apparition, he forced the Apparition again!

After a dizzying moment, little Barty landed safely in the cradle, but as soon as he landed, he knelt on one knee.

The magic power in his body is running wildly. The violent magic power is completely out of control and is constantly destroying his body!

“Hahaha… eh”

A burst of laughter came from the swaddling clothes, but the laughter stopped immediately.

Because Voldemort suddenly discovered that Barty Jr.'s Apparition did not take him very far.

They were still in the small cemetery!

"What are you doing! Idiot! Why don't you spread it farther away!"

Listening to Voldemort's hysterical scream, a brilliant smile bloomed on little Barty's blood-stained face!

"You can't run away anymore! You are the supreme Dark Lord! Our master! Your honor is above everything else!" Little Barty said as he took out something from his arms. It was a black bone, the bone of Voldemort's father. "Don't worry, master! You will be resurrected! Your most loyal servant will not let you down!"

After saying that, little Batty struggled to stand up and ran towards the boiling pot not far away.

And Voldemort in his arms seemed to know what would happen next and finally calmed down.

……

The fire python finally pounced down, and its incorporeal body disintegrated into countless flames the moment it hit the ground. The flames mixed with the power of curse raged on the ground like liquid, devouring everything.

However, Mike's real target, Voldemort, was diverted away by that person using continuous Apparition!
"No!"

Mike's powerful mental power surged towards the surroundings like a spring, and in an instant he found the man's position again.

That person did not take Voldemort away directly, but teleported him to a big pot not far away!

No! Big pot?
He is going to perform a ritual to resurrect Voldemort!
Mike's sky-blue pupils suddenly shrank!
"Kill them!"

Along with Mike's roar, the raging fire on the ground gathered together again, forming a larger and more ferocious two-headed python that flew towards the target in front of a big pot.

The flames spread at an extremely fast speed!

It only takes a few seconds to catch up with Voldemort and that man in this small cemetery. Mike would never believe that the resurrection ceremony could be completed in such a short time!
This was indeed the case. Before little Batty could get close to the cauldron, the ferocious flaming two-headed python attacked again!
The flames rising into the sky illuminated the small cemetery and also illuminated the desperate face of little Batty.

The next moment, they will be swallowed by the fierce fire!
However, the accident happened again!

"All curses end!"

Along with the arrival of several old voices, a circle of holy white light suddenly rose up around the cemetery and spread.

A look of surprise appeared on Mike's face, but he reacted quickly and commanded the two-headed fire python to continue rushing towards Little Batty.

Unfortunately, the white light spread so quickly that before the fire python could bite it, it had already trapped the entire cemetery.

In an instant, white light became brighter!
Under the shining of this holy white light, the hideous two-headed fire python melted quickly like ice and snow under the sun and turned into nothingness!
"fk!"

Mike cursed viciously, then held the holy sword in his hand, cast the wind speed spell at full power and continued to rush towards little Batty.

He absolutely cannot let Barty Jr. complete the resurrection ceremony. Once it is completed, the terrifying Voldemort will return again!
From the shadows in the distance, five somewhat hunched figures walked out.

They were all dressed in black robes and wore masks of various shapes on their heads.

A man in a black robe wearing an eagle mask looked at Mike who was running fast, turned his head and asked in a surprised and old voice:
"Am I seeing things? That should be..."

"There's no doubt about it! He was the one who cast the Fierce Fire Curse just now!" A black-robed man wearing a brown bear mask replied with gritted teeth, "He must be that Mike Tonley!"

Another person wearing a raccoon mask said:

"What a coincidence! I didn't expect to run into him here!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" The wolf-head mask pulled out the magic wand, "Kill him! Avenge our master!"

"What about the mission?" asked the Ape Mask, spreading his hands.

When the other men in black robes heard this, they looked at each other, then rushed towards Mike with laughter.

After a while, their slightly sarcastic voices were carried by the wind into the ears of the wolf-head masked man.

"Fuck the mission!"

……

Looking at the five masked men in black robes who suddenly appeared, Mike's heart slowly sank.

He could see that this group of people had a very high level of magic, otherwise they would not have been able to cast the All Curses and destroy his giant fire python so quickly.

If they are in cahoots with Voldemort, then there is a high probability that his battle today will fail.

Nothing can withstand constant nagging. Just as Mike was thinking, four men in black robes rushed towards him screaming, and even threw spells at Mike while charging.

Mike frowned as he ran, looked at little Batty who was approaching the pot, and used his magic perception to feel the dense barrage of spells. He gritted his teeth, held up a transparent shield composed of three armor protection spells, and at the same time, grabbed the hilt of the Sword of Victory and Oath with his left hand and threw it towards the direction of the pot!
The next moment, dense spells hit Mike's shield like raindrops. The shield that Mike held up with all his strength could not even hold out for two seconds under the concentrated fire of the four people, and turned into nothingness in an instant.

At this critical moment, Mike's pupils suddenly shrank, he turned his wrist, and a transformation spell silently hit the ground beneath him.

"Crack!"

There was a crisp sound, and suddenly a deep crack appeared on the ground beneath Mike. Mike fell down, but at the same time he also avoided the spell barrage from the four men in black robes.

"Oh? You're quite capable, aren't you?" The wolf-head mask sneered, "But you're dead today!"

After saying that, he cooperated with the others to release the spell into the crack in the ground again.

However, what they didn’t notice was that not far from them, a horrible life was slowly reviving!
……

"Master! Be patient! It will be fine soon!"

Barty gritted his teeth and ran towards the boiling pot with a ferocious expression. As he ran, he was still comforting Voldemort in his arms.
"Ha! Even though we don't know who those masked guys are, they are really kindhearted. They actually helped us block that guy!"

There was no response to Barty Jr.'s words. Voldemort, who was held tightly in his arms, seemed to be dead and said nothing.

But Little Barty didn't care. Looking at the huge iron pot in front of him, his face, which was stained with Harry's blood, became even redder. He didn't show any intention of slowing down. He rushed straight towards the pot and began to chant loudly and fanatically:
“A father’s bones, accidentally donated, can bring your son back to life!
The blood of your enemies, forced to give, can resurrect your enemies!
At last! The flesh of a servant! Voluntarily offered (trill) may your master be reborn! "

After he finished speaking, little Barty jumped into the cauldron holding Voldemort in his arms!
There was a peaceful smile on little Barty's face. The prison life in Azkaban, his mother's sacrifice, and his father's torture of him, these things were tormenting his spirit all the time.

He didn't want to live anymore.

The only thing that keeps him going until now is his firm belief that his master, the supreme Voldemort, will return!

That's good.

I am already very tired.

Sacrificing oneself to bring back one's master is also very good...

Thinking of this, little Barty closed his eyes in mid-air.

"Pfft!"

Little Barty's scrawny body fell into the pot, creating a splash.

The already boiling pot boiled even more violently after Barty Jr. and Voldemort joined in. Waves of shrill screams were heard from it, and the translucent steam floating out of the pot formed a skull in the air, making the scene look like a nightmare!
Gradually, the whistling sound coming from the pot became clearer and clearer, and it seemed that something was trying to come out of the churning liquid!
However, the next moment, a long sword gleaming with golden light flew from a distance, carrying infinite power and instantly smashing the entire pot into pieces...

As the pot exploded, the liquid inside was spread everywhere.

However, what was strange was that the liquid turned into black mist and gathered together before it hit the ground.

In the distance, the wolf-head mask looked at the black fog that was condensing and rolling, then looked at the four companions who were still desperately throwing spells into the cracks, and his throat suddenly moved.

Then, the black fog in front of him suddenly thinned, and slowly, a tall and thin figure emerged from it.

Seeing this, the Wolf Head Mask could no longer suppress the fear in his heart.

He screamed, waved his wand vigorously, and used Apparition to escape from here.

And with the appearance of the tall and thin figure, the black fog, which had already become much thinner, did not dissipate.

They gathered together, like a dark robe worn by the man.

An inexplicable feeling of palpitations arose in the hearts of the four masked men. They instinctively turned their heads and looked in the direction of the tall and thin figure.

And under the moonlight, they saw a face that did not belong to a human...

That face was paler than a skull, with two big red eyes, a nose as flat as a snake, and two thin slits for the nostrils...

Voldemort is resurrected...

Something called fear was spreading in the hearts of the four people. They stared blankly at the familiar yet strange man in front of them, their trembling bodies stiff and unable to move.

Voldemort moved.

He stepped barefoot on the ash-covered ground, bent down, and picked up a wand on the ground.

That's Barty Jr.'s wand.

Holding the wand in front of him, Voldemort touched the winding scars on it with incomparable tenderness, as if he was afraid that he would hurt it if he used too much force.

"Little Barty..."

A trace of sadness appeared on Voldemort's expressionless face, and he called his servant's name in a voice so soft that only he could hear it.

However, no one responded to him.

Voldemort was silent, and the wand in his hand seemed to sense the anger of its current master and began to tremble slightly.

After a long time, Voldemort's eyes turned cold again.

Under the horrified gazes of the four masked men, Voldemort suddenly raised his wand high. A bright green light shot out from the tip of the wand and rushed into the sky, forming a huge skull. In the skull's mouth, there was a huge and ferocious python slowly crawling out!

"I'm back!"

(End of this chapter)