The transfer student at Hogwarts just wants to fall in love [continued]

Chapter 292 Voldemort’s Resurrection

The dark cemetery is usually deserted and overgrown with weeds.

At this time, the tombstone was illuminated by the light of magic, revealing the name on it.

Tom Riddle.

The light from the wand in Peter Pettigrew's hand surged rapidly, his expression ferocious and frightened.

Why, why can't I even handle a fourth-grade wizard?

He flicked his wrist, and blue light rushed toward Harry quickly.

"Iron Armor Curse!"

Harry cast a spell very quickly, and the light collided with the light curtain and disappeared into the air at the same time.

However, the next silent spell has already followed.

At present, Harry is still unable to cast the silent spell accurately and quickly.

But he's not alone.

His left hand quickly took out a charm from the small bag on his waist and threw it forward without thinking.

A bolt of lightning shot out from the spell and collided with the spell.

With his skillful spells and ink-white charms, Harry was able to stand in a stalemate with Pettigrew, who could bring down four or five Aurors.

"waste!"

A hoarse voice came from the thing wrapped in black cloth in his arms.

Pettigrew's expression changed drastically, "Master, I will catch Harry Potter right away."

Magic power surged around him, and more dazzling magic light shot out.

The iron armor spell that Harry placed was shattered under the spell.

He panicked, but reacted quickly and threw another spell, blocking the attack.

Peter Pettigrew gritted his teeth.

What on earth is that?

Why haven't I seen Ron since I've been around him for so long?

Because Mo Bai said everything about the talisman in the secret room, Ron had never taken Banban to the secret room.

When the spell appeared again, he had already left Ron's side.

Harry held his wand tightly and stared at Peter, with a little surprise in his eyes.

He didn't expect that his strength would reach this level.

Although there was help from the talisman, he was not an unknown person on the other side.

His confidence suddenly increased.

"Collapse!"

Peter was surprised that this little kid actually dared to fight back.

He was filled with anger, and red light flashed on the tip of the staff.

"Heart-breaking..."

A ray of light suddenly passed by his side and hit Harry who was caught off guard.

Harry was knocked back more than a meter and rolled twice on the ground, motionless.

"Master is right, you are indeed a waste."

Lucius gracefully stepped out of the shadows, carrying a staff-shaped wand.

"A fourth-year wizard can't handle it, and he wants me to take action at the risk of ruining the master's plan."

"you!"

Peter glared at him.

"what are you doing?"

The hoarse voice made him freeze in place and tremble slightly.

"The master is asking you a question, what are you waiting for?"

Lucius looked down at him, "If you don't want to serve the master, I can."

"Shut up!"

Peter's hands shook.

He used magic to conjure a rope and tied Harry to the tombstone, and Harry woke up leisurely.

"What are you going to do?"

Peter waved his wand, and Harry found himself unable to make a sound.

A giant snake crawled out of the darkness and pushed a stone cauldron between the two of them, filled with water.

Watching Peter light the cauldron, Harry struggled even more fiercely.

Isn't this posture going to cook him and eat him?

Who knows what these crazy dark wizards can do?

And, what's going on with Bai?

Boom!

Suddenly, a violent trembling sound came from the distance, followed by two majestic magic powers.

I can clearly feel the coercion of the two magical powers, which seem to be on equal footing and refuse to give in to each other.

"quick!"

Harry heard the sharp, cold voice, and Peter's whole body trembled.

The tongue of fire licked the crucible, and the water surface began to ripple and bubble.

"It's ready, Master."

"bring it on."

Peter opened the black cloth in his arms, and Harry's pupils shrank.

Clearly frightened by Voldemort's freak mode.

But I saw Peter throwing the red freak directly into the boiling water.

Harry froze.

What's the situation? Eat him or Voldemort?

hiss!

The next second, the scar on his forehead began to emit a searing pain that was almost unbearable.

Peter raised his wand, closed his eyes, and spoke with a trembling voice.

"Father's bones..."

In the distance, two figures stood in the sky, two identical faces looking at each other.

The black robe and the white robe were stirred by fierce magic power, and their magic power made a crackling sound when it came into contact in the air.

But no one took action.

Both of them looked towards the summoning ceremony in the distance.

"You are so confident that you allowed that freak to come back to life."

"You don't think you can resist me and Voldemort on your own, do you?"

Mo Bai glanced at Mo lightly.

"If I were you, I would just shut up and not try to provoke someone who I can't control."

"Do you believe that I am going to destroy Voldemort's resurrection ceremony now?"

Mo's expression was panicked.

He couldn't beat the guy in front of him on his own, otherwise he wouldn't go to Voldemort, a freak.

He forced a laugh.

"Don't try to lie to me. I have your memory. According to the prophecy, Voldemort is destined to be resurrected. You can't destroy it."

Mo Bai looked at him and raised his eyebrows,

"Looking at my face and being stupid is really, really unpleasant."

"What do you mean?"

"I resurrected Voldemort under my nose just because I didn't want to bother, but I don't mind solving your problem first, and then put more effort into solving Voldemort."

Mo glared at him.

"You can try."

Mo Bai turned his head and didn't want to talk to him anymore.

Seeing that he ignored her, anger rushed into his head, which was not very bright.

"I tell you, sooner or later I will take back everything that belongs to me!"

"Body! Magic! And the friends around me! And Hermione should have..."

boom!

The magic power like a tsunami blew him away in an instant, and black smoke quickly overflowed from his body, wrapping him tightly in it.

The black mist was torn apart by the strong wind and escaped.

Mo Bai's face was expressionless, and his whole body turned towards him.

The white robe that was flying just now suddenly fell down, as if there was no wind around him.

The air around him began to twist and fluctuate strangely.

It was a manifestation of the transparent magic almost condensing into substance.

He slowly took out the white wand and said, "You seem to be really impatient to die."

On the other side, Harry's arm was bleeding.

But he had no time to care. He looked at the tall, thin man in black robes with a strange figure in front of him in horror.

His face was paler than a skull, his eyes were extremely scarlet, and his nose was as flat as a snake.

It was the face that had appeared in his nightmares.

Voldemort is resurrected.