Harry Potter Raven's Claw

"Hiss! My head hurts! What the hell is going on!"

Harry's hand was covering the scar on his forehead, and his whole body was curled up in the weeds, twitching continuously.

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

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

The scream seemed to alert the figure. He turned back and looked at the light of the fire. Then he screamed, turned his head and rushed towards Harry as if he was crazy.

Harry instinctively wanted to run away, but his body refused to obey and remained motionless.

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

The pain allowed Harry to regain his mobility. He screamed and crawled on the ground, trying to get away from the attacker.

But it was of no use at all. The man caught up with Harry in two steps, and used his hands stained with mud to continuously wipe the blood spurting from Harry's wounds onto his body and face!

'What is he doing? Is he a vampire?'

Harry thought so and felt extremely scared. He thought that today might be the day he died.

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

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"Death! Voldemort!"

Along with Mike's roar, the huge snake head made of fierce fire pounced and bit the pile of small swaddling clothes on the ground.

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

Voldemort, the legendary wizard who once dominated the world, will die again and turn into ashes under his Calendar Curse!

However, something unexpected happened.

At the moment when the giant fire python was about to swallow Voldemort, the space in front of the baby suddenly became distorted. Suddenly, with the sound of crackling explosions, a figure with blood all over his head and a miserable figure suddenly appeared on the grass.

Hug the baby!

"Master! I'm coming!"

On the grass, little Barty was whispering softly, and above his head, the fire python was rushing toward him with its bloody mouth open.

"Take me away quickly! Go quickly!"

The hoarse voice came from the swaddled baby. The voice was a little weak and rapid, which made little Barty feel a little distressed!

"I understand! Master!"

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

After a period of spinning, little Barty landed safely with his baby in his arms, but as soon as he landed, little Barty knelt on one knee.

The magic power in his body is running wild, and the violent magic power is completely out of control, constantly destroying his body!

"Hahaha...uh"

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

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

They are still in the small cemetery!

"What are you doing! Idiot! Why don't you spread the message further!"

Listening to Voldemort's hysterical scream, a bright smile bloomed on little Barty's bloody face!

"You can't run away anymore! You are the supreme Dark Lord! Our master! Your honor is above all else!" Little Barty said as he took out something from his arms, which was a black bone.

The bones 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 Barty stood up and ran towards the boiling cauldron not far away.

And Voldemort in his arms finally calmed down as if he knew what was going to happen next.

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

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However, Mike's real target, Voldemort, was transferred away by that person using continuous apparation one step ahead!

"No!"

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

That man didn't actually escape with Voldemort directly, but teleported him to a cauldron not far away!

No! Cauldron?

He wants to perform a ritual to resurrect Voldemort!

Mike's blue pupils shrank suddenly!

"Kill them!"

Along with Mike's roar, the fierce fire that was constantly raging on the ground reunited, forming a larger and more ferocious two-headed python that flew toward the target in front of a large pot.

The flames raged extremely fast!

In this small cemetery, it only takes a few seconds to catch up with Voldemort and that person. Even Mike would not believe that the resurrection ceremony could be completed in such a short time!

This is exactly what happened. Before little Barty could get close to the cauldron, the ferocious two-headed flaming python attacked again!

The flames soaring into the sky illuminated this small cemetery, and also illuminated little Barty's desperate face.

The next moment, they will be swallowed up by the fierce fire!

However, the accident happened again!

"All curses come to an end!"

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

A startled expression appeared on Mike's face, but he reacted urgently and commanded the two-headed fire python to continue rushing towards Barty.

It's a pity that the white light spread very quickly, and before the fire python could get its mouth down, it had already tightly trapped the entire cemetery.

In an instant, white light bloomed!

Under this holy white light, the ferocious two-headed fire python melted as quickly as ice and snow under the sun, turning into nothingness!

"fk!"

Mike cursed fiercely, and then he held the holy sword and continued to rush towards Barty Jr. with the Wind Speed ​​Curse at full speed.

He absolutely cannot let little Barty complete the resurrection ceremony. Once completed, the terrifying Voldemort will return again!

From the shadows in the distance, five rickety figures stepped out.

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

One of the men in black robes wearing an eagle mask glanced at the speeding Mike, turned his head and asked in a surprised old voice:

"My eyes are not blurry, right? That should be..."

"It's absolutely unmistakable! He was the one who released the fierce fire curse just now!" A man in black robe wearing a brown bear mask gritted his teeth and replied, "He must be that Mike Townley!"

Another man wearing a raccoon mask said:

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

"Stop talking nonsense!" The wolf-headed mask took out his wand, "Kill him! Avenge our master!"

"What about the mission?"

Ape Mask asked, spreading his hands.

When the other men in black robes heard this, they glanced at each other, then laughed and rushed towards Mike.

After a while, their slightly sarcastic voices drifted along the wind into the ears of the man in the wolf-head mask.

"Fuck this mission!"

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

He could tell that the magic level of this group of people was quite high, otherwise they would not have been able to cast the Ten Thousand Curses to destroy his Calendar Fire Python so quickly.

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

Nothing could stand the thought. Just as Mike was thinking, four men in black robes were already screaming and charging towards him. While charging, they were even throwing magic spells at Mike.

Mike, who was running, frowned, looked at Barty, who was already close to the pot, and used his magic sense to feel the dense barrage of magic spells. He gritted his teeth and propped up a layer of armor protected by three layers of armor.

At the same time, he grabbed the hilt of the sword of victory and oath with his left hand and threw it in the direction of the pot!

The next moment, dense magic spells hit Mike's shield like raindrops. The shield that Mike put up with all his strength could not even hold up for two seconds under the concentrated fire of the four people, and in an instant it turned into a

of nothingness.

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

"Crack!"

There was a crisp sound, and a deep crack suddenly appeared on the ground under Mike. Mike fell down, but he also escaped the barrage of curses from the four men in black robes.

"Oh? You do have two brushes?" The wolf-headed mask said with a sneer, "But you are dead today!"

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

However, what they didn't notice was that not far from them, a terrifying life was slowly reviving!

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"Master! Just be patient a little longer! You'll be fine soon!"

Little Barty gritted his teeth and ran toward the boiling pot with a ferocious expression. While running, he was still comforting Voldemort in his arms.

"Ha! Although we don't know who those guys wearing masks are, they are really kind-hearted and actually helped us block that guy!"

Little Barty's words did not receive any response. Voldemort, who was held tightly in his arms, seemed to be dead and remained silent.

But little Barty didn't care. Looking at the huge iron pot in front of him, his face stained red by Harry's blood became even redder. He showed no intention of slowing down and rushed straight towards the big pot.

He passed by, and at the same time he began to chant loudly and fanatically:

"The unintentional donation of your father's bones can make your son reborn!

The blood of your enemies, forced to give, can resurrect your enemies!

Finally! The flesh of your servant! Offer it voluntarily (tremolo) to bring your master back to life!"

After finishing speaking, little Barty jumped into the cauldron with the infant Voldemort in his arms!

Little Barty had a peaceful smile on his face. The prison life in Azkaban, his mother's sacrifice, and his father's torture were all torturing his spirit all the time.

He no longer wants to live.

The only thing that keeps him going until now is that he firmly believes that his master, the supreme Lord Voldemort, will return!

That's good.

I am already very tired.

It's not bad to sacrifice yourself like this to let your master return...

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

"Plop!"

Little Barty's skinny body fell into the pot, causing a splash of water.

The already boiling pot boiled even more fiercely after Barty Jr. and Voldemort joined in. Waves of shrill screams came from it, coupled with the translucent steam floating out of the pot and the skulls formed in the air.

This scene is like a nightmare!

Gradually, the screams coming from the pot became clearer and clearer, and something seemed to be coming out of the churning liquid!

However, the next moment, a long sword shining with golden light flew from a distance, carrying infinite power and instantly smashed the entire pot into pieces...

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

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

In the distance, the wolf-headed mask looked at the condensed and rolling black mist, and then at the four companions who were still throwing magic spells into the cracks, and his throat squirmed suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, the black mist in front of him suddenly thinned, and slowly, a tall and thin figure emerged from it.

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

He screamed, waved the wand in his hand vigorously, and used apparation to escape from here.

And with the appearance of the tall and thin figure, the black mist that had become much thinner did not dissipate.

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

An inexplicable palpitation rose from 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 was not human...

The face was paler than a skeleton, 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 of them. They stared blankly at the familiar yet unfamiliar man in front of them, their trembling bodies so stiff that they could not move.

Voldemort is on the move.

He stepped on the ashes-filled ground with his bare feet, bent down, and picked up a wand on the ground.

That's Barty Jr.'s magic wand.

Putting the wand in front of him, Voldemort's hand touched the zigzag scars on it with great gentleness, as if he was afraid that he would hurt it if he applied 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. 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 became cold again.

In the horrified gazes of the four masked men, Voldemort suddenly raised his wand, and a bright green light shot out from the tip of the wand and shot straight into the sky, forming a huge skull with a huge and ferocious thread in its mouth.

The python is slowly crawling out!

"I'm back!"