A day at Hogwarts.

Chapter 594 Ye is resurrected

Ginny's face turned deathly pale instantly in the audience. She gripped Ron's arm tightly with her fingers until her knuckles turned white.

Ron glanced at the professors' seats with feigned composure, but his voice trembled almost imperceptibly: "No... don't worry, Professor Dumbledore and Professor Moody have definitely already made their way there."

In the cemetery, Harry and his friends were surrounded by a circle of wands gleaming with a cold light, and a chilling sense of despair enveloped them.

At this moment, they fully realized that this was not a competition at all, but a deadly trap meticulously planned by Voldemort.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Lucius Malfoy stepped forward gracefully and announced in his characteristic, drawn-out tone, "on behalf of the great Dark Lord, I have the honor of inviting you to the sacred ceremony of his return!"

Harry, his three children, and all the audience members simultaneously erupted in incredulous gasps.

Ron could no longer maintain his composure; his body trembled even more violently than Ginny's.

The Death Eaters tightened their encirclement in unison, and a huge stone cauldron flew from the old house, landing heavily in the center of the graveyard with a thud. It was already filled with a viscous potion that shimmered with an eerie light.

So no one noticed that Charles had secretly repaired the bottom of the pot not long ago.

Old Malfoy walked to the cauldron, waved his wand, and a ball of ghostly blue magical flame immediately ignited at the bottom of the pot.

The liquid in the crucible heated up rapidly, and the surface began to churn and boil violently, shooting out dazzling sparks, as if the entire crucible was on fire.

Thick white steam surged upwards, quickly obscuring Malfoy's figure as he tended the flames.

Bellatrix Lestrange came from the direction of the old house on the hillside, carrying a bundle wrapped tightly in black cloth.

She walked to the boiling cauldron, and with an almost fanatical devotion, carefully opened the bundle, revealing its contents.

Everyone who saw it felt as if an invisible hand was gripping their throat, wanting to scream but unable to utter a sound.

The object inside the bundle resembled a curled-up, deformed baby, but no baby in the world would ever look like that.

Its entire body was bald, without a single hair, covered with dark red skin that resembled snake scales, like peeled, exposed, and injured tender flesh, which was nauseating.

Its arms and legs were thin and soft, like withered branches.

The most terrifying thing about it is its face—a completely flat snake face with a pair of narrow eyes that flash with an evil red light, and below the eyes are nostrils like two-hole sockets.

The thing looked extremely weak and completely unable to take care of itself.

It stretched out its thin, scale-covered arms and weakly wrapped them around Bellatrix's neck.

With a morbid tenderness, Bellatrix held the gruesome mass of flesh in her hands to the edge of the cauldron, then plunged it into the boiling potion without hesitation.

With a heart-stopping gurgling sound, the thing sank to the bottom of the pot.

Harry gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain from the lightning bolt scar on his forehead that felt like it was tearing his skull apart, and prayed frantically in his heart: Drown it! Scald it to death! Please don't succeed!

Malfoy raised his wand, closed his eyes, and chanted a spell to the sky in a solemn yet eerie tone: "Your father's bones, unintentionally donated, can bring your son back to life!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the lid of a coffin in the church could no longer be closed. A wisp of phosphorescent dust, formed from bones, shot out as if drawn by an invisible thread, rushing out of the church door, rising into the air, swirling in front of the grandfather and grandson, and finally gently falling into the boiling cauldron.

The diamond-like surface of the liquid shattered instantly, emitting a piercing hissing sound, and sparks flew violently. The liquid in the pot suddenly turned an eerie deep blue.

Just then, a figure pushed through the crowd and staggered to the edge of the crucible.

When they saw who it was, everyone was taken aback.

"Professor Moody?!" Harry and the others exclaimed in surprise.

In the audience, especially in the professors' section, Professor McGonagall and the others all had expressions of stunned disbelief.

Ignoring the astonishment of the crowd, "Moody" pulled out his signature curved bottle and poured the liquid inside over his head.

As the medicine was poured over him, the disguise of the compound decoction quickly disappeared. Alastor Moody's weathered face twisted and changed, revealing his much younger appearance. His demonic eye and wooden leg fell to the ground with a clatter and were kicked away by the person who had regained his true appearance.

"Barty Crouch!"

Someone immediately recognized him—Barty Crouch Jr.!
Little Barty's face was flushed with a sickly, extremely excited red, and his eyes gleamed with fanaticism as he pulled a long, thin dagger that gleamed with a cold, silvery light from his robe.

In a hoarse voice distorted by extreme excitement, he loudly chanted the incantation: "The flesh of the servant! Voluntarily offered! It can bring your master back to life!"

He extended his right hand, then gripped the dagger tightly with his left hand and swung it fiercely at his right arm without hesitation!
Many people were so horrified by the bloody scene that they closed their eyes tightly, unable to bear watching the severed arm fall into the churning crucible.

The Death Eaters, who were prepared, immediately stepped forward and used magic to quickly stop the gushing blood from Barty the Younger.

However, the excruciating pain seemed to further stimulate his nerves, and he remained in a state of extreme excitement, as if the pain from his severed arm was the most pleasurable sensation in the world.

The liquid in the crucible instantly turned a fiery red, as intense as lava, and then a blinding beam of light shot into the sky!

Rodolphus Lestrange stepped forward with a silver bowl, poured the thick, dark red blood into the crucible, and uttered the final incantation in a cold voice: "The blood of your enemy, forced to be offered, can resurrect your foe."

The liquid in the crucible immediately turned into a dazzling, almost pure white light. The potion churned and roared violently, like a boiling diamond solution. Countless blinding sparks flew wildly in all directions, the light so bright that it was impossible to look directly at it.

Harry squeezed his eyes shut, the pain from the scar on his forehead nearly making him faint. Only one desperate thought remained in his mind: Drown it! Scald it! Please don't succeed! I hope it's already dead…

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!
Hermione suddenly made her move!
A resolute glint flashed in her eyes. She abruptly raised her wand, the tip pointing directly at the boiling cauldron. Her lips moved, clearly indicating that she was about to cast a powerful destructive spell!

However, Rodolphus, who was by the cauldron, reacted even faster, raising his wand with lightning speed.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A ghastly green, death-symbolizing beam of magical light shot out and struck his chest.

At the same time, the sparks that had been spewing from the crucible suddenly went out, and a white vapor that was denser and thicker than before surged up from the crucible like a volcanic eruption, instantly engulfing the surroundings.

The cauldron was gone, and Hermione's figure, sent flying by the Avada Kedavra curse, was also gone. All that could be seen was a swirling, spreading, and all-consuming white vapor...

Through this deathly white fog, the hearts of all the viewers were in their throats.

They saw that in the original place of the crucible, a man's black figure was slowly rising, tall and thin, like a skeleton that had just crawled out of a grave.

Voldemort: Yes, I'm back to life!
However, the look of ecstatic joy at rebirth on his face, which had just been restored to its original shape, froze instantly.

An immense and terrifying magical power, capable of destroying the world, exploded in the distance like an invisible tsunami!

The wind dispersed the white mist, and everyone in the audience screamed. Professor McGonagall felt dizzy, and Professor Flitwick clutched his chest.

The green light just now was alarming. Now, Hermione lies on the ground, as if she's asleep.

Charles suddenly appeared beside her, extended a trembling finger to probe her nose, and then hurriedly felt for her carotid artery, but there was no movement at all.

(End of this chapter)