Harry Potter: Badger's Flathead

Harry understood it instantly. Professor Moody had said that this was what happened when you were under the Imperius Curse. You had to obey any order from the caster without any resistance.

"Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing! Don't come over here! Don't come over here!" Harry shouted in horror. The woman was running towards him with a dagger in her hand!

"The blood of your enemies, given under compulsion, can resurrect your enemies...!"

"Ah!! Fuck you Voldemort! I ****! You ****! You ****!" The dagger cut through his flesh, and Harry cursed in pain, madly greeting Voldemort's ancestors!

The woman held the bloody dagger and looked at Harry silently for a moment. Her dull expression showed a hint of movement, but she still walked towards the crucible and dripped the blood on the dagger into the pot.

Then he fell to the side, holding his still bleeding broken arm.

The crucible was boiling, sparks like diamonds flew everywhere, until the whole crucible was burning! White steam was rising, and a skinny figure like a skeleton slowly rose from the steam, so shiny that it was really eye-catching!

"Put on my robe!" A cold and sinister voice came from the steam.

The woman who fell to the ground raised her wand, controlled the folded robe beside her, put it on Voldemort, and handed the wand over.

"Very good, Bertha Jorkins! Thank you very much for your contribution during this time. I will remember you."

The voice was slightly hoarse and the tone was playful. She said thank you, but the green lightning that struck Bertha Jorkins did not hesitate at all.

Voldemort walked out of the mist, and the moment he saw him, the scar on Harry's forehead hurt even more!

His hands were like pale spiders, his thin, pale fingers stroking his chest, arms, face, and head. His red eyes looked brighter in the darkness, his pupils were two vertical slits like reptiles, revealing a cold light that made people shudder.

Especially the face that looked like a layer of skin pasted on a skull, it was flat and had no nose, and the nostrils were just two thin slits.

Voldemort is resurrected!

At this time, there were only the bound Harry, Voldemort, and "two" corpses in the cemetery. The big snake Nagini crawled out from the darkness and surrounded Harry, hissing and spitting.

"Let me see how many people will foolishly choose not to come!" Voldemort had a cruel smile on his face and waved the wand in his hand twice seemingly casually.

At the same time, no matter it was the fake Moody, Snape, Karkaroff or Lucius, all the Death Eaters outside felt the unusual movement on their wrists!

Someone pulled up their sleeves to take a look, and the faded and unrecognizable Dark Mark came back to life, returning to its dark appearance and slowly moving on their wrists.

"Fuck! I knew it was you! I knew it was you, the damned one causing trouble!" Harry was not afraid at all when he saw Voldemort looking at him, and turned into the damned Fuck Man!

"Ah~ Harry! You are much braver than I thought~" Voldemort said jokingly and walked over slowly.

"Harry Potter, look! You are standing on my father's bones! He was a Muggle and a fool! Just like your mother, but they are both very useful..."

Voldemort was muttering to Harry. Poor Harry, being so close to Voldemort, the scar on his forehead hurt even more!

"Who wants to listen to you reminiscing about your family history! You bastard!"

Voldemort was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Harry would dare to scold him when he was about to die!

Cedric quietly opened his eyes at the corpse lying beside him, looked at Voldemort's bald head from the back, and saw Harry turning into a marauder, and muttered to himself.

"What Ivan said is right. Playing dead does work at critical moments. But Ivan seems to have led Harry astray. And Voldemort! He's so bald!"

Suddenly, in the silent cemetery, there was the sound of rustling cloaks, and a group of wizards wearing hoods and covering their faces appeared one after another.

The Death Eaters are coming!

"Master... Master!" A Death Eater knelt on the ground, crawled to Voldemort and kissed his robe.

The other Death Eaters followed his example, forming a circle around Voldemort and kissing his robes.

"Welcome! Death Eaters! It's been thirteen years, and we are gathered together again, just like thirteen years ago, reunited under the Dark Mark..."

A false smile appeared on Voldemort's ferocious face...

Chapter 350 Voldemort's Return

"So boring, I'm going out for a walk~"

In the audience, Alvin stood up, said hello to the people around him, and left.

After hearing this, Dumbledore glanced at Ivan's departing back, then looked away. He looked very normal, so nothing should have happened.

He saw the child's irritability just now, maybe... he was just out of boredom and went to get some fresh air, he was overthinking it.

After walking out of the stadium, Ivan's leisurely steps began to hasten after entering the woods, and he walked quickly towards the dark area of ​​the forest.

Ivan's eyes flashed red, and then turned scarlet. A pair of blood-red eyes opened from his shadow, separated, and stood up...

Alvin did not stop and pulled his tie. The magical cloak turned into a black robe and was draped over his body. A pair of blue-gray hands held a black half-face Prajna mask and put it on Alvin's face, covering his fair face and leaving only a pair of scarlet eyes!

Another pair of hands helped Ivan put on his hood. Two ghost soldiers jumped in front of Ivan and held up the shadows on the tree trunks in front of him. Surrounded by the ghost soldiers, Ivan stepped into the shadows...

In the Riddle family cemetery...

“Lucius, my cunning friend, I heard that you are in a very high position now! And your family power is even greater! But why don’t you spend your energy on finding your master!” Voldemort used his wand to lift Lucius’s mask, his tone was cold, as if he was ready to kill him at any time!

"Master! I have been keeping an eye out for news about you. As long as you show up, I will rush to your side as quickly as possible!" Lucius spoke with a pious tone, completely like a loyal believer.

"Really? But I heard that you seem to be cooperating with Muggles and standing up for them! How...how do you explain this?" Voldemort's eyes gradually became fierce.

Lucius was not afraid of this at all, instead he proudly puffed out his chest!

"Yes, I did cooperate with the Muggles! But... they did bring us considerable benefits! Compared to before, the wealth in our hands is even greater! This will also contribute to your great cause!

Muggles are like ants, but these ants can contribute to your career, so I don't mind using them to create benefits. I know that you will come back sooner or later, and everything I do is for our future!"

Lucius said this with such passion that anyone who heard him would think that he was a pillar of the Death Eaters, who was willing to humble himself and seek profits for the Death Eaters group for the sake of their cause!

Voldemort's scarlet eyes met Lucius's, and Lucius also looked back at him without any guilt, and with full confidence!

You can't lose your momentum, no matter what, you can't lose your composure. Let the other party see his true and false. As long as his fabrication is realistic, then it will be true!

He had already mastered the art of Occlumency, and also got the Mental Protection Charm from Ivan. Now he was not afraid of Voldemort's Legilimency at all!

What Voldemort saw was what he wanted him to see.

"Very good, you have worked hard." Voldemort patted Lucius' shoulder in a pretentious manner.

Lucius bowed his head to thank his master, with a look of surprise on his face, but in fact he was relieved in his heart~

I have passed this level and can now prepare for the next step!

Voldemort greeted these Death Eaters one by one. Through Voldemort's mouth, Harry recognized the identities of these people. More than half of them were the fathers of Slytherin's people.

Especially him! Lucius Malfoy!

"Look ~ What a handsome boy ~ He's not cold yet!" Voldemort kicked Cedric's head with his foot.

(Cedric o(≧口≦)o: Get lost! Don't touch my handsome face with your stinky feet!)

"Don't touch him! You bastard!" Harry shouted, not allowing Voldemort to insult his friend's corpse!

"Ah~ Harry! Look how much I have gone too far. I actually forgot about the great savior!" Voldemort pretended to be terrified, and then began to laugh wildly.

The Death Eaters also laughed, and joined their master in mocking the great savior.

However, when turning his back to the gazes of all the Death Eaters, Lucius gave Harry a look that said "Behave yourself, kid."

This look made Harry's brain pause for a second, and he thought he might be dazzled.

"Master, we long to know and beg you to tell us how you accomplished this miracle, returned to us, and continue to lead us."

Lucius bowed ninety degrees, his tone filled with devout desire.

Voldemort certainly wouldn't refuse to show off his achievements.

"Of course, Lucius! My old friend, I am happy to help you solve your puzzles! The causes and outcomes of everything are related to our little friend!"

Voldemort paused, and began to slowly talk about that night, the night when James and Lily died, and Harry also knew what happened that night.

"But now! I am no longer afraid of contact with him!"

As he spoke, Voldemort stretched out his slender pale fingers and pressed them against the scar on Harry's forehead!

"Ah! Are you sick?" Harry was going crazy. The pain had just subsided, but he pressed it again! This time it hurt even more!

Voldemort ignored Harry, chuckled, moved his finger away, and continued talking to the Death Eaters.

Cedric, who was pretending to be dead, opened one eye, looked at the wand and the trophy not far from him, and began to think about how to save himself.

As he was observing the situation, he accidentally made eye contact with Lucius! He was so scared that a layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on his back.

Lucius looked away as if he hadn't seen anything, and continued to respond as Voldemort recounted his experiences over the years.

Moreover, he moved towards Cedric without making any movement.

Nott and Goyle were terrified. Lucius, you are so brave! You are so brazen in front of Voldemort. Aren't you afraid of death?

But the Lucius of today is far from the Lucius of the past. He has full confidence that he can survive Voldemort, and he is even more confident that Voldemort will not touch him!

"So, I am really grateful to this Ministry of Magic employee who was on vacation for contributing to my resurrection! Unfortunately, she is not one of ours." Voldemort glanced at Bertha Jorkins' body and then turned his gaze to Harry.

With a wave of his wand, Harry was set free by Voldemort.

"Now, pick up your wand, Harry Potter! You should have learned how to duel, right?" After Voldemort finished telling his experience, he set his sights on Harry!

Now, he wants to avenge his previous shame!

Harry thought about running, but decided that it was impossible!

When Voldemort asked him to duel, he did so obediently. Ivan had told him that when facing an enemy who was stronger than you and you couldn't escape, surprise attack was your only option for resistance.

and so……

"Strong light flash!"

Harry raised his wand, but his other hand reached into the space wallet in his pocket.

Take out the stuff inside, pull the ring, and throw it out! All in one go!

A flash of light was thrown at Voldemort...

PS: I'll take a day off to do something.

Chapter 351: Fighting with the socket spirit!

"Ah! My eyes!"

"What the hell did this kid throw away!"

"Young people don't respect martial ethics!"