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He put his hand on the head of Voldemort's soul and stuffed him back into the pot.

Then the tramp tapped the edge of the pot with his fingers, and the potion filled automatically.

"Father's bones, donated unintentionally, can regenerate your son!" the tramp shouted.

The tombstone trembled again, and something resembling a thigh bone flew up and was thrown directly into the pot.

"The servant's meat is donated voluntarily, so that your master can be reborn!" The shredded corpse of the Death Eater that was blown up on the ground floated up at this moment and fell into the pot.

"The blood of the gods, from the gift of mercy! Make his servants immortal!" the tramp shouted, and then a few drops of red liquid appeared on the tips of his fingers, which fell into the pot at once.

"I! Gunter Odim, order you to be resurrected!" Gunter Odim shouted loudly.

"Me! Gaunt Odim! Grant you the most powerful power!"

"Bless you not to die in any house or outside, day or night, in the sky or the earth, and in the hands of wizards and muggles! Weapons can't kill you, spells can't kill you! Man and beast I can't kill you either!"

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

An inexplicable force filled this area, and it seemed that even the air became sticky.

Suddenly, the spark on the crucible went out, and a white vapor rose from the crucible, covering the three people's figures.

A man rose from the cauldron, no longer the face of a snake without a nose.

Instead, it was the face of a very handsome, bushy-haired man with a well-proportioned figure, exactly what Voldemort looked like when he was young.

"Submit to me! Tom!" Gaunt O'Dim said proudly, "Submit to God!"

Voldemort's expression struggled for a while, then lowered his eyes, knelt down on one knee, and pressed his forehead against the back of Gaunt O'Dim's hand.

"Your loyal Tom Marvolo Riddle will have allegiance to you!" Voldemort said, looking at Gaunt Odim devoutly.

But if you are familiar with Voldemort, you will see at this time that the corners of Voldemort's mouth are constantly twitching, and at this time he is extremely dissatisfied.

Gaunt Odim glanced at Voldemort with satisfaction and said, "Go and retrieve the Three Hallows of Death! Go to Hogwarts! All three things are in Hogwarts!" Gaunt Odim ordered the third a command.

Gaunt O'Dimm glanced at Bella's stump, snapped his fingers, and disappeared in place.

Voldemort watched as Bella's broken body recovered quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even her appearance changed to what she was when she was young, and took a deep breath.

"Cloth me," Voldemort said grimly and sharply.

Bella didn't seem to have any curiosity about her own resurrection. She hurriedly grabbed the black robe with the bundle from the ground, stood up, and put on Voldemort's clothes.

Then Voldemort began to examine his body, inch by inch, without missing anything.

After confirming that it was correct, he let out a cold and sharp smirk.

At the same time, Ethan also returned to Hogwarts. As soon as he entered Hogwarts, Ethan smelled a pungent smoke.

Ethan's face turned solemn, and without any hesitation, he hurried to the place with the strongest smell of smoke.

When he got there, Ethan saw several Death Eaters lying on the ground, and Professor McGonagall, who was standing there, looking very nervous.

"Ethan, you're here!" Professor McGonagall hurried over when he saw Ethan coming.

"Ethan, the Death Eaters just attacked Hogwarts! All the professors were there, no one was hurt! Black took Harry and Neville back to Hogwarts, all three of them covered in blood! God! Ah! What the **** is going on here!"

Professor McGonagall, who was full of questions, couldn't wait to ask questions as soon as he saw Ethan coming.

"Some small questions!" Ethan didn't have time to answer Professor McGonagall's questions one by one, so he hurriedly responded and ran towards the medical room.

The infirmary smelled of blood, and Madam Pomfrey was treating Sirius Black's injuries.

Sirius Black was lying on his back on the table at this time, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

His back was blurred with blood, and it was obvious that he was not clearly injured by those dark wizards.

Harry and Neville were both lying on the bed at this time, their eyes tightly closed.

Dumbledore was standing in front of Harry's bed, frowning tightly.

"How's it going? Madam Pomfrey?" Ethan asked Madam Pomfrey.

"Mr. Black is such a lucky and reckless fellow! Almost! Almost!" Madam Pomfrey complained to Ethan.

"Fortunately, I saved his life, but even so, he will not recover so quickly, but it will take a long time to recover," Madam Pomfrey said.

"Where are Harry and Neville, how are they?" Ethan asked with concern.

"They just passed out, and they'll be fine soon." Madam Pomfrey's face finally brightened after saying this.

Harry was in the middle of a nightmare from which he would never wake up.

His scars hurt like fire, but he couldn't wake up at all.

In his nightmares, it was a completely different scene.

"Master! You finally recovered! Complete recovery!" Bella said to Voldemort in a frantic, trembling voice.

"Yeah-one." Voldemort took a deep breath, the first time he had been able to breathe freely since the injury.

He felt so powerful, even more powerful than in his heyday.

But Voldemort furrowed his brows tightly at this moment. Gaunt Odim, this weird guy, Voldemort felt a chill in his back just thinking about it.

He is so powerful, so powerful that it makes people tremble, is he really a god?

Thinking of this, Voldemort shook his head vigorously, pushing the thought out of his mind.

His pride does not allow him to be the slave of anyone, not even God.

"I will find a way, as soon as I find a way, I will immediately one by one" Voldemort thought fiercely in his heart.

This made his expression turn a little grim.

"Master one by one" Bella came to Voldemort again at this time. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

"Tell them to come here -- all of them --" said Voldemort softly.

Bella Lima pulled up her sleeves and pressed her wand to the Dark Mark on her arm.

The marker immediately twisted, and after a while, Bella raised her wand again.

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

After a while, 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 were all wearing hoods and covering their faces, and they came one by one, slowly and carefully, as if they couldn't believe their eyes.

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