In the cemetery,

The Death Eaters all fell to their knees, trembling.

The resurrected Voldemort tortured several servants in a routine manner and tried the feel; he stepped on Malfoy's hair and tried the feel of his feet.

Not bad, really good! It tastes familiar.

The worm tail sobbed there, his hands were gone, and he threw them in the resurrection soup to provide Voldemort with flesh.

At this time, there was too much blood loss and the pain was extremely painful.

Voldemort's rebirth requires three things: green lotus roots are bones, lotus leaves are garments, supplemented by Samadhi True Fire...

Cough cough...it should be: the father's bones are bones, rat tail juice, supplemented by Harry's essence and blood.

Thanks to these three treasures, the resurrection of Voldemort's dragon spirit and tiger fierceness.

He walked barefoot and walked to the side of the worm tail. He obviously enjoyed the worm tail's screams.

Especially the expression on his face was full of mockery, as if he was looking at a piece of garbage.

Over the past year, the insect tail has been treated like a saddle and horse, serving Voldemort like his own father.

But after Voldemort put on his clothes, he turned his back on his face.

"You come back to me not out of loyalty, but fear of being caught by Stark. You deserve to endure this pain.

Worm Tail, you know that, don't you?" he croaked.

"Yes, Master," Worm Tail groaned, "but please, Master... please... please... see that I have taken care of you for so long... I will help you..."

"Yes, you helped me gain body anyway." Voldemort said coldly as he looked at the insect tail sobbing on the ground:

"Even though you are a despicable traitor, you helped me... The Dark King never treats those who have helped him unfairly..."

Voldemort gently raised his wand and drew out a belt of light like melting silver.

At first it had no shape, then the light band twisted and turned into a glittering human hand.

It flew down and rested on the worm's tail's bleeding wrist.

The worm's tail stopped sobing, and his breathing was heavy and harsh.

He raised his head and looked at the silver hand in disbelief. It was seamlessly connected to his arm, as if he was wearing a dazzling glove.

He tried to bend his flashing fingers, and then trembled and picked up a stone from the ground, and easily pinched it into powder.

Strong and powerful silver right hand!

"My Master?" Peter said softly? "Master, it's so beautiful...thank you...thank you..."

He crawled over on his knees and kissed Voldemort's robe.

"I hope your loyalty will not be shaken again? The insect tail." Voldemort said disgusted.

"No, my master... will never..."

The insect tail stood up? He also joined that circle, with tears on his face. He repeatedly looked at his strength-stricken novices.

Voldemort was walking around the circle? He walked to the biggest gap and looked at it with his empty red eyes, as if someone was standing there.

"There are seven Death Eaters missing here... Four died for me, and one would not have the courage to come back... it would pay the price." He sneered.

"The other? I think he will leave me forever... Of course he will be executed..."

Voldemort was a little disappointed? It seemed that the servant who left forever disappointed him. He originally valued him more.

But Voldemort's expression immediately became excited. "There is another one, still my most loyal servant, who has served me again."

The Death Eaters had a small commotion? These masked men secretly exchanged their gazes.

"He is in Hogwarts, my loyal servant? With his efforts, our children will only be here tonight..."

A circle of people's eyes were all aimed at Harry.

Harry struggled, stuffed his worm tail into his mouth and got his underwear that he didn't know where to get it? But he couldn't move.

"Not bad?" Voldemort's lips showed a smile.

"Harry Potter is here to visit my Rebirth Party. We might as well call him my special guest..."

"My dear Tom? You're here to hold a rebirth party, but you didn't invite me?" A voice suddenly echoed around.

"I'm still your best friend? Every time I swear to others, I always use you as a guarantor!"

Everyone was shocked and raised their heads. Who was it? They dared to say such words with great courage.

I saw a young wizard walking slowly through the darkness.

He was wearing a gorgeous blue robe with dark green pupils, holding a magic wand in his right hand and a long sword around his waist.

Seeing Stark appear, the Death Eater is restless.

No matter whether he has fought or not, his reputation is there, everyone knows that he is very powerful.

But what kind of scene is this... Voldemort is resurrected, and he really dares to come? Not afraid of death?

William walked over, and seemed to be really not afraid of death, and even regarded Voldemort as nothing.

Malfoy stared at William, feeling a little jealous.

He is really extraordinary, especially the magic wand with his right hand and the long sword with his left waist... He feels so shameless that he feels so shameless.

"Stark...you...Dumbledore is here too?" Voldemort took a breath and turned his head to search.

"Where is the principal who needs to come? He is old and has inconvenient legs and feet, so he doesn't like to participate in such activities."

William's Phantom appears and appears beside Harry.

"What, you want to kill Harry? He is your half-brother!"

Harry was strapped to the tombstone and struggled.

William snapped his fingers and the rope tied to him fell off automatically.

William threw Harry's wand to him and said calmly: "Harry, I'm here to pick you up to school."

“Hermione won the Triumph Championship and Gryffindor is preparing to hold a grand celebration party.

Professor McGonagall asked me to ask you...why you were late.

She was very unhappy.”

Harry was extremely excited, his pupils were even more moist. He really thought he was going to die just now.

But unexpectedly, William came!

"I'm sorry, William...Voldemort is resurrected because I'm..." Harry choked.

"Then pick up the wand and kill him, won't you dare?" William asked, staring into Harry's eyes.

Harry looked at William and was completely stunned.

"Haha, you kid is so arrogant and cute." Voldemort burst into laughter.

William didn't say anything nonsense, and suddenly the phantom appeared and Voldemort appeared beside him. The sword flashed by and struck him on his robe.

Voldemort didn't expect William to be so fast, nor did he expect his fighting style to be the same as Muggles.

He originally thought that the sword was just decoration.

Caught off guard, his arm was relieved and his wand fell to the ground.

Voldemort immediately stepped back.

This scene happened countless times in the time cycle. William closed his eyes and knew Voldemort's next move.

He remained silent, and his body was like a cheetah leaping out of the jungle, running to Voldemort.

William, who was more agile than imagined, had a beautiful knee hit, but was held down by Voldemort's hands.

But another left jab was still hit Voldemort's forehead.

Voldemort flew back like a kite with a broken string, and cast a spell without a stick in his right hand, and a poisonous snake rose from the ground and bit William.

William had been bitten for more than twenty times and had already gained a memory. He saw a fancy sword fancy that directly cut off the snake's head.

William strides forward, and the Phantom appears again.

He seemed to have already reached where Voldemort would go, so he raised his feet directly.

In everyone's eyes, it was more like Voldemort taking the initiative to come up and was kicked to the side of the waist.

The Dark King flew out, but his body was like a swimming snake, gliding in a ghost, and finally he bent his knees, his hands and feet tightly grasped on a tombstone.

Voldemort's eyes were red and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

William remained unscathed.

The Death Eater was in an uproar, and it seemed incredible.

The red blood and saliva fell to the ground together, and Voldemort squeezed out a smile:

"The despicable moves of Niba... let you see what magic is!"
To be continued...