Chapter 321 I'm back!

"Hiss! My head hurts! What the hell is going on!"

Harry covered the scar on his forehead with his hand, and curled up in the weeds, twitching constantly.

In the distance, a tall figure was standing up with difficulty, and the strange thing was that his body was getting smaller and smaller as he stood up, until he changed from a big man over two meters tall to the size of a normal person.

And farther away, there were flames and sharp screams.

The screams seemed to remind the figure, and he suddenly looked back at the flames, then screamed, turned his head and rushed towards Harry like crazy.

Instinctively, Harry wanted to escape, but his body was out of control and did not move.

Then, a sharp blade pierced Harry's arm and was pulled out violently. In just a moment, blood spurted out from the wound like a fountain.

The pain made Harry regain his ability to move, and he screamed and crawled on the ground, trying to stay away from the attacker.

But it was no use at all. The man caught up with Harry in two steps, and used his hands stained with mud to smear the blood gushing out of Harry's wound on his body and face!

'What is he doing? Is he a vampire? '

Harry thought so, and was terrified. He thought that today might be the day of his death.

However, just when Harry was desperate, he saw the man waving his wand, and a wave of space distortion came from the air, and the man disappeared in an instant!

...

"Die! Voldemort!"

With Mike's roar, the huge snake head composed of fierce fire rushed to the small swaddling clothes on the ground and bit down fiercely.

A smile appeared on Mike's face. He had foreseen the next scene.

Voldemort, the legendary wizard who once dominated the world, would die again under his fire curse and turn into ashes!

However, an accident occurred.

Just when the giant fiery python was about to devour Voldemort, the space in front of the swaddling clothes suddenly twisted. In an emergency, accompanied by a crackling explosion, a figure with blood all over his head and in a miserable state suddenly appeared on the grass and hugged the swaddling clothes!

"Master! I'm coming!"

On the grass, little Barty was speaking softly and gently. Above his head, the fire python was rushing towards him with its bloody mouth wide open.

"Take me away! Go!"

A hoarse voice came from the swaddling clothes. The voice was a little weak and hurried, which made little Barty feel distressed!

"I understand! Master!"

Little Barty responded to Voldemort, and at the same time waved the magic wand in his hand. Regardless of the chaos of magic power in his body caused by the instant Apparition, he forced the instant Apparition to be performed again! After

a dizzy moment, little Barty landed safely with the swaddling clothes in his arms, but as soon as he landed, little Barty knelt on one knee on the ground.

The magic in his body was running wildly, and the violent magic was completely out of control, constantly destroying his body!

"Hahaha... eh"

A burst of laughter came from the swaddling clothes, but the laughter stopped immediately.

Because Voldemort suddenly discovered that little Barty's Apparition did not take him far away.

They were still in the small cemetery!

"What are you doing! Idiot! Why don't you spread it farther!"

Listening to Voldemort's hysterical scream, little Barty's bloody face bloomed with a bright smile!

"You can't run away anymore! You are the supreme dark lord! Our master! Your honor is above everything!" As little Barty said, he took something out of his arms. It was a black bone, the bone of Voldemort's father, "Don't worry, master! You will be resurrected! Your most loyal servant will not let you down!"

After that, little Barty stood up and ran towards the boiling pot not far away.

And Voldemort in his arms seemed to know what was going to happen next, and finally calmed down.

...

The fire python finally pounced down, and its incorporeal body disintegrated into countless flames the moment it hit the ground. The flames mixed with the power of the curse raged on the ground like liquid, devouring everything.

However, Mike's real target, Voldemort, was moved away by that person with continuous apparition one step ahead!

"No!"

Mike's powerful mental power surged towards the surroundings like a spring, and in an instant he found the position of that person again.

That person, unexpectedly, did not take Voldemort away directly, but took him to a cauldron not far away!

No! Cauldron?

He was going to perform a ritual to revive Voldemort!

Mike's sky-blue pupils shrank suddenly!

"Kill them!"

With Mike's roar, the fierce fire that was raging on the ground gathered again, forming a larger and more ferocious two-headed python that flew towards the target in front of the cauldron.

The speed of the raging flames was extremely fast!

In this small cemetery, it only takes a few seconds to catch up with Voldemort and that person. Mike would never believe that the resurrection ceremony can be completed in such a short time!

This is exactly the case. Before Barty Jr. gets close to the cauldron, the ferocious two-headed python attacks again!

The sky-high flames illuminated this small cemetery and Barty Jr.'s desperate face.

The next moment, they will be swallowed by the fierce fire!

However, the accident happened again!

"All curses are over!"

With the coming of several old voices, a circle of holy white light suddenly rose around the cemetery and spread.

Mike's face showed a stunned expression, but he reacted urgently and commanded the two-headed fire python to continue rushing towards Barty Jr.

Unfortunately, the white light spread very quickly, and before the fire python could bite, it had already firmly circled the entire cemetery.

In an instant, the white light was very strong!

Under the shining of this holy white light, the hideous two-headed fire python melted as quickly as ice and snow under the sun, turning into nothingness!

"Fk!"

Mike cursed viciously, and then held the holy sword and rushed towards little Barty with the wind speed spell.

He must not let little Barty complete the resurrection ceremony. Once completed, the terrifying Voldemort will return again!

In the shadows in the distance, five somewhat hunched figures walked out.

They were all wearing black robes and masks of different shapes.

A black-robed man wearing an eagle mask looked at Mike who was running fast, turned his head and asked in a surprised old voice:

"My eyes are not blurry, right? That should be..."

"It's absolutely right! He was the one who released the fierce fire curse just now!" A black-robed man wearing a brown bear mask gritted his teeth and replied, "He must be that Mike Townley!"

Another man wearing a raccoon mask said:

"What a coincidence! I didn't expect to meet him here!"

"Don't talk nonsense!" The wolf-head mask drew out the magic wand, "Kill him! Revenge for our master!"

"What about the mission?"

The monkey mask spread his hands and asked.

The other black-robed men heard this, looked at each other, and then rushed towards Mike with laughter.

After a while, their slightly sarcastic voices drifted to the ears of the wolf-head masked man.

"Fuck the mission!"

...

Looking at the five black-robed masked men who suddenly appeared, Mike's heart slowly sank.

He could see that the magic level of this group of people was quite high, otherwise they would not be able to cast the End of All Curses so quickly and destroy his Fire Python.

If they were in the same group as Voldemort, then there was a high probability that his battle today would fail.

Nothing could stand up to nagging. Just as Mike was thinking, four black-robed men had already rushed towards him screaming, charging and even throwing spells at Mike.

Mike, who was running, frowned, looked at Little Barty who was already close to the pot, and used his magic to sense the dense barrage of spells. He gritted his teeth, propped up a transparent shield composed of three armor protection spells, and at the same time, grabbed the hilt of the Sword of Victory and Oath with his left hand and threw it towards the direction of the pot!

The next moment, dense spells hit Mike's shield like raindrops. The shield that Mike had supported with all his strength could not even hold up for two seconds under the concentrated fire of the four people, and it turned into nothingness in an instant.

At this critical moment, Mike's pupils shrank suddenly, and he turned his wrist, silently casting a Transfiguration spell on the ground below him.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound was heard, and a deep crack suddenly appeared on the ground below Mike. Mike fell down, but at the same time he also avoided the magic bullets of the four black-robed men.

"Oh? You are quite capable?" The wolf-head mask said with a sneer, "But you are dead today!"

After that, he cooperated with the others to release the magic spell into the crack on the ground again.

However, what they did not notice was that not far from them, a terrifying life was slowly reviving!

...

"Master! Be patient! It will be over soon!"

Barty gritted his teeth and ran towards the boiling pot with a ferocious expression. While running, he was still comforting Voldemort in his arms.

"Ha! Although I don't know who those guys in masks are, they are really kind-hearted. They actually helped us block that guy!"

Barty's words did not receive any response. Voldemort, who was tightly held in his arms, seemed to be dead and said nothing.

But Barty didn't care. Looking at the huge iron pot in front of him, his face, which was stained with Harry's blood, became even redder. He didn't have the slightest intention of slowing down. He rushed straight towards the pot and began to recite loudly and fanatically:

"Father's bones, donated unintentionally, can make your son reborn!

Enemy's blood, forced to give, can resurrect your enemy!

Finally! Servant's flesh! Voluntary donation (tremolo) can make your master reborn!"

After speaking, Barty jumped into the pot with Voldemort in his arms!

Barty Jr. had a peaceful smile on his face. The prison life in Azkaban, his mother's sacrifice, and his father's torture of him, these things tortured his spirit all the time.

He didn't want to live a long time ago.

The only thing that made him persist until now was that he firmly believed that his master, the supreme Voldemort, would return!

This is good.

He was already very tired.

It was also very good to sacrifice himself to let his master return...

Thinking of this, Barty Jr. in mid-air closed his eyes.

"Plop!"

Barty Jr.'s skinny body fell into the pot, causing a splash of water.

The boiling pot boiled even more fiercely after Barty Jr. and Voldemort joined in. Waves of shrill screams came from it, and the skull formed in the air by the translucent steam from the pot made this scene look like a nightmare!

Gradually, the screams from the pot became clearer and clearer, and it seemed that something was about to come out of the churning liquid!

However, the next moment, a long sword flashing with golden light flew from a distance, carrying infinite power and instantly smashed the entire pot into pieces...

Along with the explosion of the pot, the liquid inside was blown everywhere.

However, strangely, the liquid turned into black mist and gathered before it landed.

In the distance, the wolf-head mask looked at the black mist that was condensing and rolling, and then looked at the four companions who were still desperately throwing spells into the cracks, and his throat moved suddenly.

Then, the black mist in front of him suddenly became thinner, and slowly, a tall and thin figure emerged from it.

Seeing this, the wolf-head mask could no longer suppress the fear in his heart.

He screamed, waved his wand vigorously, and used Apparition to escape from here.

With the appearance of the tall and thin figure, the black mist, which had already become much thinner, did not dissipate.

They gathered together, like a dark robe, worn by the man.

An inexplicable palpitation rose from the hearts of the four masked men. They instinctively turned their heads and looked in the direction of the tall and thin figure.

Under the moonlight, they saw a face that did not belong to a human...

That face was paler than a skull, with two big red eyes, a flat nose like a snake, and two slits in the nostrils...

Voldemort, resurrected...

Something called fear was spreading in the hearts of the four people. They stared blankly at the familiar yet strange man in front of them, their trembling bodies stiff and unable to move.

Voldemort moved.

He stepped barefoot on the ash-covered ground, bent down, and picked up a wand on the ground.

It was Barty the Younger's wand.

Holding the wand in front of him, Voldemort touched the tortuous scars on it with incomparable tenderness, as if he was afraid that he would hurt it if he used too much force.

"Little Barty..."

A trace of sadness appeared on Voldemort's expressionless face, and he called his servant's name in a voice so soft that only he could hear it.

However, no one responded to him.

Voldemort was silent, and the wand in his hand seemed to sense the anger of his current master and began to tremble slightly.

After a long time, Voldemort's eyes became cold again.

Under the horrified gaze of the four masked men, Voldemort suddenly raised his wand high, and a bright green light shot out from the tip of the wand, rushing into the sky, forming a huge skull, and in the skull's mouth there was a huge and ferocious python, which was slowly crawling out!

"I... am back!"