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Wormtail gasped and moaned in pain: "The blood of the foe... is forced to give... to revive your foe..."

Harry Potter felt the point of the dagger pierce his arm, and blood dripped down the torn sleeve of his robe. Wormtail, still panting in pain, shivered and took out a small glass vial from his pocket and placed it next to Harry's wound, and a small amount of blood flowed into the vial.

He staggered towards the cauldron with Harry's blood and poured it into it. The liquid in the crucible immediately turned blinding white. Wormtail completed the task, knelt beside the cauldron, slumped on the ground, and gasped and sobbed while holding his bloody severed arm.

Seeing this scene, Wu Qizhe had to admire Voldemort's methods of training his subordinates. Barty Crouch Jr. and Wormtail were both loyal to Voldemort.

The cauldron was about to boil, and diamond-like sparks flew out, so bright and dazzling that everything around them turned a black velvet color.

Suddenly, the spark on the crucible went out. A white vapor rose from the cauldron, and then, through the white fog in front of him, the black figure of a man slowly rose from the cauldron, tall and thin, like a skeleton.

Krum shivered aside, is this the Dark Lord, Voldemort? Before the other party looked at him, he already felt that he was surrounded by fear. I don't know if he was lucky. Now he is at least a member of Voldemort, and his life is worry-free. Looking at Harry Potter, he sighed, Dude, you can only admit that you are unlucky, and I can't help you.

"Cloth me," said Voldemort's cold, shrill voice from behind the vapor. Wormtail whimpered and moaned, still protecting his stump arm, and hurriedly grabbed the black robe from the pack from the ground, stood up, and threw it over his Master's head with one hand.

The thin man stepped out of the cauldron, his face was paler than a skeleton, his big eyes were red, his nose was as flat as a snake's nose, and his nostrils were slits...

Voldemort was completely resurrected, not only the perfect recovery of the body, but also the magic power reached its peak.

Voldemort looked away from Harry and began to examine his body. His hands were like big pale spiders, and his long, pale fingers stroked his chest, arms, and face; the red eyes were brighter in the darkness, and the pupils were two slits, like the eyes of a cat. He raised his hands, moved his fingers, and looked ecstatic.

For today's resurrection, he didn't know how long he had waited and how much hardship he had paid, but today, it was all worth it, because he came back, and he came back with a perfect body.

I don't know when, a huge snake swam over, hissing in his mouth, and kept spinning around Harry Potter.

Voldemort put his strangely long fingers into a deep pocket and drew out a wand. He stroked his wand lightly, too, then pointed it at Wormtail, lifted him from the ground, and threw him to the gravestone Harry was bound to. Wormtail fell by the tombstone, slumped there crying. Voldemort turned his bright red eyes to Harry and let out a grim, shrill grin.

The robe that wrapped Wormtail's severed arm was soaked with blood.

"Master..." Wormtail choked, "Master...you promised...you promised..."

"Stretch out your arm," said Voldemort lazily.

"Oh, Master... thank you, Master..." Wormtail looked delighted, thinking that Voldemort was going to restore his broken arm for him.

He stretched out his bloody broken arm, but Voldemort sneered again, "Not this one, Wormtail."

"Master, please... please..."

Voldemort bent down, pulled Wormtail's left arm, and rolled his sleeve over his elbow. Harry saw something on that skin that looked like a bright red tattoo—a skull spewing a snake out of its mouth, the same pattern that had appeared at the Quidditch World Cup: the Dark Mark. Voldemort looked at it carefully,

Wormtail's uncontrollable sobbing was completely ignored.

"It's back," he whispered. "They'll all notice it...now, they'll see...they'll know..."

He pressed his long, pale index finger to Wormtail's arm. The mark on Wormtail's arm turned a dull black.

There was a cruel triumphant look on Voldemort's face. He straightened up, lifted his head, and scanned the dark cemetery.

"How many people have the guts to come back after feeling it?" he murmured, his glowing red eyes staring at the stars in the sky, "and how many people would be stupid not to come?"

The dark clouds in the sky gradually showed the mark of the Dark Lord.

Soon, the air was suddenly filled with the sound of cloaked pawns. Between the tombs, and behind the cedar trees, in every shadowy place there were apparitions of wizards. They all wore hoods and covered their faces. They came one by one... slowly and cautiously, as if they couldn't believe their eyes.

Voldemort stood there in silence, waiting.

A Death Eater fell to his knees, climbed up to Voldemort, and kissed the hem of his black robe.

"Master...Master..." he whispered.

It was the same with the other Death Eaters, each crawling on their knees to Voldemort's side, kissing his robes, then stepping aside, standing, and silently forming a circle, taking Tom Riddle's grave, Harry, Voldemort, and Wormtail, slumped to the ground, sobbing and twitching, surrounded the center. But there are still some gaps in the circle, as if waiting for others to join. Yet Voldemort seemed to no longer expect anyone to come. He looked around at the hooded faces, and although there was no wind, there seemed to be a slight rustling in the circle, as if the circle had shivered.

"Welcome, Death Eaters," said Voldemort calmly, "thirteen years... it's been thirteen years since our last meeting. But you are still answering my call like yesterday...that is, we are still united. Under the Dark Mark! Is it?"

There was a slight commotion among the people surrounding Voldemort, but they were careful not to show it.

The pale moonlight illuminated the entire cemetery, Wu Qizhe hid behind the tombstone, he hid his breath, restrained his magic power, and watched Voldemort re-educate his subordinates vigilantly where no one noticed.

Voldemort made some punishments at the end, showing his majesty, but also continued the broken arm for Wormtail. Then he did not forget to express his relief to the newly added Viktor Krum.

Krum was so frightened that he could only be more obedient in front of Voldemort, hoping that his humble performance could win the favor of the other party.

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