chsdbacks Chapter 310 Refining Voldemort! Resurrection Ritual: Can someone other than me be resurrected by a b
Chapter 310 Refining Voldemort! Resurrection Ritual: Can someone other than me be resurrected by a b
Chapter 311 Refining Voldemort! Resurrection Ritual: Can someone other than me be resurrected by a bull?!
No one answered Harry's bewilderment.
All I heard was the "Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor" in the cloth bag in his arms.
A hoarse voice, seemingly carrying all the malice in the world, rang out:
You've finally fallen into my hands, Harry Potter...
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Voldemort?!
Harry recognized it immediately.
With a low growl, it struggled fiercely!
Voldemort: [Heh heh heh... Look at you, how painful and pathetic you are to have lost your companions...]
His tone was filled with smugness and mockery.
Harry roared, "You can't even walk on your own! You need someone to carry you!"
Shut up!
Voldemort roared, clearly his defenses had been breached.
Then, he sneered:
Ha, all you can do now is talk. Soon, I will use you to gain a new life...
Then, I'll kill you with my own hands...!
Looking at Harry who had been arrested.
Voldemort felt an unprecedented sense of pleasure.
Ah... soon, the world will belong to me...
Wait until I am resurrected and regain all my power.
I'm afraid even "Mr. Lamp" wouldn't be a match for me...
Voldemort glanced at the masked man standing to the side.
Inwardly, he felt a proud and smug satisfaction.
He never intended to share the world with anyone else.
Blame it on your own arrogance.
"Mr. Lamp"!
Voldemort: [Alright, enough talk. Let's proceed with the ceremony, Barty...]
However, upon hearing Voldemort's command...
Little Barty, however, did not move.
Until Mr. Lamp, who was standing to the side, nodded slightly.
Little Barty walked forward shakily, step by step.
They walked toward the large crucible that was set up not far away.
Why is Barty the Younger, a Death Eater, controlled by "Mr. Lamp"?
Harry frowned, having spotted the key point.
Everything in front of me seemed to be shrouded in a thick fog.
I was completely confused.
Only one person is in control of the whole situation.
Harry turned his head.
He stared intently at the pure white mask that revealed no emotion.
"thump!"
The swaddling clothes containing Voldemort were thrown into the cauldron.
Like a monster that has devoured its favorite flesh and blood.
The grayish-green liquid in the crucible began to boil bubbly.
It emitted an unpleasant smell, like boiled rubber.
Ethan wrinkled his nose in disgust.
but.
Looking at Voldemort, who was submerged in the liquid.
He grinned.
There was no retreat.
Instead, he stepped forward.
at last.
He prepared diligently for an entire semester.
It's time to stew some old broth in an iron pot!
"Your father's bones, though unintentionally donated, can give your son a second life..."
'
Little Barty recited it in a monotonous voice.
Under Ethan's control, he wields his wand.
The soil in front of the tombstone churned up.
A long-decayed white bone floated to the surface.
A bright orange flame suddenly ignited and was thrown into the crucible.
"Gurgle!"
The liquid boiled again, and I happily ate it.
"The flesh of your servant, donated voluntarily, can bring your master back to life..."
'
Barty put away his wand and drew his dagger.
To Harry's astonishment.
Click.
He cut off his own arm.
Blood was everywhere.
"Ho, ho!"
Harry's eyes widened as he struggled desperately.
Then, to my surprise, I saw Little Barty slowly turn his head.
He turned that foolish and terrifying face toward himself.
He recited: "The blood of your enemy, forced to be donated, can bring your enemy back to life..."
"And so he said."
She raised the blood-stained dagger and walked towards him step by step!
This moment.
A sense of regret rose in Harry's heart.
If only I could be calmer.
Don't let anger cloud your judgment and blindly plunge into the enemy's trap.
Yes or no.
Wouldn't that mean losing everything?
Harry belatedly recalled the wizard chess set Ethan had given him.
Warm blood dripped from the tip of the knife onto the skin.
It gave me goosebumps.
Two seconds later.
It still wasn't cut off.
Harry looked up in confusion.
Right in front of me was that pure white mask that approached silently, like a ghost.
Ethan: "You know you were wrong, don't you? Reckless Gryffindor."
Harry:
'
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Guh, kill me.
Mr. Lamp did not take his blood as the incantation instructed.
To complete this bizarre and terrifying ritual.
Instead, humming a little tune, he enthusiastically plucked the mushroom growing on Little Barty's neck.
Drop it into the crucible.
"call!"
It's as if the ceremony was altered midway through.
The grayish-green liquid suddenly gushed out, accompanied by a faint, piercing scream.
Gradually, it became stained with a touch of blood.
"Then comes the Tier 3 Purple Epic Painting—'The Rose Labyrinth of the Queen of Hearts'..."
'
Ethan murmured softly.
He ignored Harry's bewildered expression.
Place a deep red rose, painted with pigment, into the crucible.
"call!"
In the crucible.
The crimson color spread.
The original green color is almost invisible.
"Then, infuse it with the powerful magic of the lamp!"
Ethan raised his wand.
Like an elegant conductor.
Golden magic flowed from the tip of the staff, illuminating the dim graveyard.
It looked surprisingly bright.
Is it reasonable for a dark wizard like you to possess such bright and holy magic?
Harry couldn't help but mentally complain.
This strong sense of déjà vu.
This reminded him of a certain "young man surnamed Yi".
Uncommunicative thought processes and incomprehensible behavior.
so similar.
Harry suddenly narrowed his eyes.
A strong desire to explore welled up within me.
It made him eager to know.
What does the face behind that mask actually look like?
A golden magic surged in.
A more convoluted and bizarre incantation than before flowed from behind the mask.
A black wind swept up fallen leaves and withered grass.
They rotated around them.
The sky grew darker, and thick, dark clouds obscured the moonlight.
It's as if it's blocking out the eyes of the sky.
however.
On the ground, a blood-red eye opened!
Red light burst forth from the crucible.
It illuminated the surroundings.
The rows of tombstones were all covered with a layer of scarlet gauze.
Harry stared in astonishment at the scene.
His eyes were wide open, and he even forgot to breathe!
After getting rid of Voldemort, they were greeted by an even bigger and more evil being!
What exactly is this crazy "Mr. Lamp" up to?!
"Finally, there is the most crucial ingredient... the soul of darkness."
Ethan muttered.
The crimson light was reflected in those azure eyes.
I almost couldn't contain my excitement and took off my mask.
"However," Ethan said with a smile, "it was already in the crucible."
A selfless Voldemort.
[The conditions for the Soul Cauldron ritual have been met!]
[Start Refining]
"boom!!!"
In the crucible.
Suddenly, an extremely blazing pillar of fire rose up!
Like a sacrifice.
In this terrifying red light.
It illuminated the dark night sky!
【Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!!】
From within, a heart-wrenching scream rang out!
Harry's eyes were wide open, practically bulging out of their sockets.
Staring blankly at the figure being engulfed by the pillar of fire!
It was curled up like a newborn baby.
However, his face resembled that of an old man.
Its entire body was covered in sticky, bluish-purple tender flesh.
Under the scorching heat of the flames.
The tender, bluish-purple flesh melted and peeled away, revealing the stark white bones beneath.
Just watching.
Harry couldn't help but shudder.
Unimaginable.
What immense pain that must be.
-No.
One can glean some insight from those heart-wrenching screams.
【What did you do?! What did you do to the ceremony—" a lamp?! 】
In the pillar of fire.
Voldemort endured unimaginable pain.
The melting face was twisted and hideous.
Staring incredulously at "Mr. Lamp" standing outside!
This is clearly not a resurrection ritual!
It was a foolproof situation... Now, what on earth is going on?!
Ethan could no longer bear it.
He raised his hand, blocking the view from Harry's side.
then.
In front of Voldemort.
The mask was removed.
When I saw that face, which had matured a lot but was still incredibly familiar.
Voldemort shuddered violently.
They froze in astonishment.
In that instant, even the pain was no longer felt.
next second.
From his very soul, he unleashed a roar powerful enough to terrify any living being—[Ethan Vincent—!!!!!!]
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