Infinite Horror: The Strongest Zhongzhou Team

Chapter 927 Voldemort's Resurrection

When blood was exposed on the back of Cedric's head and back, the monstrous Voldemort was completely ripped off his body.

Voldemort, whose monstrous appearance resembled that of an infant, hovered in the air and flew toward the stone pot that was emitting light.

Just as Voldemort reached the top and was about to plunge into the stone pot, a cracking sound was heard.

A figure broke through the ice and rushed over at an extremely fast speed.

Limbs extended and landing!

A sharp wolf howl echoed throughout the cemetery.

In that instant, Lupin actually broke through the ice magic by using the power granted by his werewolf bloodline.
Despite the fact that his body was covered in cuts from the icicles, Lupin knew that this might be their only chance!

At this distance, Lupin was confident in his physical abilities to stop Voldemort from taking that final step.

Harry and Black watched the fleeting figure with bated breath.

Lupin might have been able to stop it if everything went smoothly and without any obstacles.

But he forgot that there was another person in this cemetery.

With his eyes rolled back and his body covered in blood, Cedric turned around the moment he heard the noise.

He raised his wand, aimed it at the giant wolf that leaped up and pounced, and suddenly shouted:

"Gale-force winds—howling!"

Before the wand, a white wave of energy surged out of thin air, blowing the giant wolf, which had leaped high into the air, to one side.

Lupin, having missed his chance, watched helplessly as the disgusting lump of flesh fell into the light.

With the final ceremony completed.

A burst of white light suddenly erupted.

The darkness that once filled the cemetery vanished, replaced by daylight.

The energy of the light was so intense that the stone pot, which was originally a container, began to crack.

Finally, it shattered completely.

At the same time, a ring of air currents is released.

Upon witnessing this scene, apart from Harry, who was bound and unable to move by Death, the frozen ice crystals on the ground shattered instantly.

Black, Lupin who was blown to the other side in mid-air, and even Cedric who was being controlled were all violently blown away.

When the intense white light disappeared.

After darkness returned.

A cloud of black mist carrying a stretching ball of flesh appeared in front of Harry.

Harry could see it clearly.

The surface of the fleshy ball has a translucent thin film.

And inside the thin film is a rapidly growing figure.

For some reason, Harry felt that the process was somewhat familiar.

Harry only realized what was happening when the figure grew to adult size.

Isn't this the scene where Brother Cheng Xiao transforms?

Although there are some differences, they are extremely similar.

puff!
A pair of large, pale hands with distinct knuckles tore through the membrane and stretched out.

With this gap created, the condensed black mist outside frantically rushed inwards.

With the return of this last bit of power.

The membrane could not contain what was inside.

Eventually, the membrane disappeared, and the black mist transformed into a gleaming dark robe.

It was draped behind the figure in the air.

A hunched figure, draped in a black magic cloak, appeared before Harry.

The figure exuded an extremely strong sense of evil and terror.

Just seeing it gives me a suffocating feeling.

I don't know how much time has passed.

The figure finally straightened his back and then took a deep breath.

Then he said loudly:

"I am Voldemort!"

"Finally home!"

A rustling sound appeared out of nowhere.

"Cedric, give me my wand!"

Cedric, who had been blown away and whose back was covered in blood, got up in a disheveled state and handed a wand with obvious scars to the man.

The moment this being grasped the magic wand.

Even the moonlight seemed to shine a little brighter in front of him.

This scene is exactly what Harry saw three years ago when he first held his wand.

Unfortunately, this time he became an audience member.

The one who grasped the wand raised his hand upwards, and a black snake-like shadow flew out from the tip of the wand.

It transformed into a black ribbon and soared into the sky.

The next moment, six identical thick black clouds appeared out of thin air in the sky, as if they had been forcibly summoned.

The black mist paused in the air for a moment before plummeting downwards.

They became six beings wearing white masks and black hoods.

They all surrounded Voldemort without prior arrangement.

Upon seeing this, Voldemort touched his pale face and head with his trembling left hand.

The bloodless white glowed with an unnatural light in the darkness.

A hoarse voice spoke.

"Welcome...my...friends..."

The skull, covered by white skin, had clearly visible, sunken bones.

Because there was no flesh and blood to fill it, the one who had just been resurrected looked like a skeleton wrapped in human skin.

But this being's eyes are unusually bright, making it impossible to see the bottom at a glance.

He stared at the six figures beside him.

Speak slowly.

Fifteen years have passed...

It's been such a long time...

But look at you!

Voldemort turned around and stared at what was in front of him.

"The sight of you all feels like it was just yesterday!"

"I have to say, I'm very disappointed!"

"Because none of you came looking for me!!"

As Voldemort spoke, he walked up to each of the dark figures.

“Crawb, McNeil, Goyle…”

Each time he said a name, he would suddenly rip off a mask with his wand.

At the same time, the person under the mask was completely exposed, and then a wisp of black mist scattered and flew out.

Voldemort walked up to the fourth person.

"And you."

"Not even you."

"Lucius!"

After speaking, the white mask and black magic robe vanished completely.

Lucius was revealed to be dressed in one of the noble clothes.

Harry's eyes widened at that moment.

Because this man was none other than the father of his classmate, Malfoy.

They had met before the Quidditch match.

Actually, it's not just this one.

Harry also recognized the three people just now; they were all figures who appeared before the Quidditch match.

And it disappeared after the competition.

In retrospect, these individuals were all involved in the Quidditch World Cup camp attack.

Pfft!
Harry stopped thinking.

Because in his eyes, the nobleman, whose entire being was filled with arrogance, actually knelt down under Voldemort's gaze.

He lowered his head and said, trembling:

“Master, if I notice any signs or rumors that reveal your whereabouts, I will…”

Voldemort interrupted him before he could finish his loyal statement.

"Shut up, Lucius!"

“There are signs, my cunning friend, and it’s not just hearsay!”

Lucius lowered his head and said again, "I assure you, Master."

“I have never betrayed the past. After you left, what I showed in front of others was all a facade, so we are back!”

Voldemort looked at the circle of Death Eaters he had summoned.

His face was full of mockery and sneers:
"You are driven by fear, not loyalty!"

"However, you will still be useful in the time to come." "So everyone, stand up, let's see something interesting!"

Voldemort seemed to have thought of something and suddenly turned around.

"Come on, take a look at this one!"

"Harry Potter!"

It was at this moment that the six figures dared to raise their heads and look around.

At the same time, they also saw the figure that was imprisoned in place by the statue of the Grim Reaper.

Along with three people lying on the ground on the other side.

Blake and Lupin both tried to get up, but the repeated injuries they had sustained meant they could only watch helplessly.

He couldn't even lift his hand.

Blood was flowing from Blake's severed arm, and he was even starting to faint.

But even so, they have no intention of giving up.

These two losers only caught the attention of the six people who had just arrived.

After all, they had seen this scene far too many times, fifteen years ago.

Voldemort approached with a chilling smile.

"Honestly Harry, I almost forgot about you because of these idiots."

"At this moment, standing atop my father's remains, I wanted to introduce you to him."

"But I've heard that your fame has now caught up with mine."

A meaningful expression appeared on Voldemort's pale face.

"The Boy Who Lived."

"The winner of the Quidditch World Cup final."

"Warriors of the Goblet of Fire!"

"And, it marked the end of an era."

"Harry Potter, your legend is nothing but a collection of lies."

"Let me reveal the truth about that night fifteen years ago."

"And don't you all want to know too!"

How I lost my power, and how I teetered between life and death.

“Okay!”

Voldemort turned around and looked at the others.

The six figures, including Lucius, quickly lowered their heads.

Voldemort looked at Harry Potter and continued:

"It's because of love."

“The lovely Lily Potter sacrificed her life for her only son and gave him the strongest protection.”

"This protection prevents me from touching him; it's an ancient magic that requires love."

“Harry, I lost my body because I touched you.”

"Three years ago, I thought the magic had lost its effect."

"After all, nothing lasts forever."

"But what I didn't expect was that it hadn't happened yet."

"I should have expected this, which is why this is what happened."

I added your blood during the creation of this body, so I am no longer affected.

Everything has changed.

After saying that, Voldemort, who had walked a distance away, vanished instantly and appeared in front of Harry.

She leaned close to his ear.

"Do you know, for fifteen years, I hovered on the threshold of death."

"This experience is still fresh in my memory."

"So Harry, are you ready?"

Voldemort reached out and touched Harry's cheek, then his eyes, then his forehead, and finally rested on the scar.

That's the time.

A searing pain coursed through Harry's body, causing him to scream uncontrollably.

"Haha, hahaha!"

"Isn't it amazing, Harry? This is the effect of your blood."

"I can finally touch you..."

Voldemort's laughter grew louder as he watched Harry scream in pain at his hands.

An indescribable sense of pleasure emanated from Voldemort.

He proved with his actions that he is no longer the untouchable figure he was three years ago.

"No, no, no, it can't end like this!"

Voldemort released his grip, muttered something to himself, and took a few steps back.

It was as if he was afraid he would lose control and kill Harry right now.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, the Grim Reaper statue released its grip.

Harry fell to the ground in a sorry state.

However, due to the pain from just now, this person is currently curled up on the ground.

Voldemort kicked Harry's wand, which had just been lying on the ground, towards the ground.

Then, staring at him, he shouted:
"Quick, pick up your wand, Harry Potter!"

"I said, pick it up, get up, get up!!"

The last two words were practically roared out by Voldemort.

This action also frightened the other Death Eaters, causing them to take a step back.

They suddenly realized.

Fifteen years have passed, and the Dark Lord remains the Dark Lord, perhaps even more insane.

Harry seemed to be frightened by such a presence.

He endured the pain in his head, picked up the wand, and stood up unsteadily.

Voldemort nodded in satisfaction:

"Very good, Potter. You should have learned how to duel in fourth grade, right?"

"right!"

“Come on, point your wand at me.”

"First, we should bow to each other."

As Voldemort spoke, he gracefully placed his hands on his abdomen and bent over.

After getting up, the person looked at the one standing still, completely at a loss, and couldn't help but urge:
"Hurry up, Harry! Is this how Dumbledore taught you?"

"He doesn't want you to lose your composure."

Or are you afraid?

"No, no, no, you are a hero, a warrior of the Goblet of Fire, Harry, hurry up."

"Yes, that's it! Pick up your wand!"

"Then, I'll have you bow..."

As he spoke, Voldemort unleashed a spell that forced Harry to bend over.

"Right, that is it!"

"Excellent, now... let the duel begin..."

"Drilling out the heart and bones!"

The light from the wand disappeared into Harry's body.

At this moment, Harry finally understood the question that had been lingering in his mind.

That is, just how painful it is to have your bones ripped out.

It was exactly as the words described, like a piercing wound, as if digging out one's bones!
Looking at the body that had collapsed to the ground again, twisted and contorted.

The Death Eaters were not surprised at all.

And at this very moment, just a hundred meters away.

Ron and Hermione, both hidden in invisibility cloaks, bit each other's hands.

Because only in this way can they keep quiet.

Or perhaps they want to use their own pain to shield themselves from something.

Hermione grabbed Ron tightly!

Turn the volume down to the lowest possible level.

"Believe me, Dobby and Kreacher will definitely make it in time!"

"Voldemort won't kill Harry and his friends so easily."

A voice rang out from Ron's throat: "But Brother Cheng Xiao is already...!"

"If only we had come sooner..."

“No, Ron, you should be glad we arrived just as the white light flashed, right after Voldemort was resurrected.”