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Wu Qizhe heard Voldemort in Wormtail's arms say aloud and grimly in the distance: "Get rid of those who get in the way."

"Master, I think it's better to keep him, you are about to rule the magic world, and this person is the most famous Seeker in the magic world, if you take him as your servant, it will definitely help your momentum. ' Wormtail said humbly.

Voldemort thought for a while and said: "Your proposal is not bad, I will listen to you for a while. And I feel that this body seems to have the magical fluctuations of my faithful servant Barty Crouch Jr."

"Young man, did you hear? My master plans to take you as a servant. This is your most glorious moment, so hurry up and kneel down and surrender." Wormtail pointed at Krum with his wand and said flamboyantly.

"It's unreasonable, I don't know that you are a trash fish that came out there, and you dare to talk to me Victor Krum, I think you are tired of living." After he raised his wand, he was about to fight.

"Except your weapon." Before Krum could start casting the spell, Wormtail had already knocked his wand to the ground with a spell.

Harry watched Chong Tail focus his attention on Krum, and planned to turn around and run away. The two in front of him were so weird, just like the one he saw in his dream.

"Wormtail, you fool, Harry Potter is going to run away." Voldemort reminded angrily.

Wormtail who reacted immediately pointed his wand at Harry Potter, and Harry Potter's body levitated uncontrollably and was imprisoned on the stone sculpture.

Wormtail finally breathed, and Voldemort was clearly impatient: "Young man, I'll give you one last chance, be my servant or die."

As if not convincing enough, Voldemort continued: "Your teacher Karkaroff is also a believer of mine, so there is no shame in being my servant, boy, I believe you are a wise man." Sometimes harsh, sometimes lenient, this is Voldemort's way of keeping people in check.

"Young man, my master is Voldemort, the greatest dark wizard in the world. How precious is his tolerance and kindness to you, you are not ready to make a knowing choice." Now even Wormtail is losing patience .

As soon as Krum heard Voldemort's name, he was so frightened that his legs went weak and he fell to his knees. The person in front of him turned out to be Voldemort.

Seeing this scene in the distance, Wu Qizhe had a disdainful smile on his face. He was indeed a student of Igor Karkaroff, and they were all in the same line.

Wormtail had apparently lost patience, and pressed his wand against Krum's forehead, casting a loud spell: "Avada...." The green flashing spell was about to come to the fore.

"I'm willing, I'm willing to be Lord Voldemort's most loyal servant." Krum's hair stood on end and he nodded hurriedly.

A triumphant smile flashed across Wormtail's face: "Okay, stand aside, today is your lucky day, the first day you joined the master camp, you can witness the great moment of the master's rebirth."

Krum stood to the side tremblingly. He had never been so remorseful and tormented at this moment. It would be great if he didn't come and grab this trophy from Harry Potter, but it's a pity that desire is like a bottomless pit, plus the previous series of Failure, he is really eager to win the trophy to prove himself, how could he give Harry Potter the chance to win the championship.

Wormtail put Voldemort on the ground, and his wheezing gasps resumed, and he asked Krum to help. Harry heard the two seem to be pushing something heavy. Then into Harry's line of sight, the two pushed a stone cauldron under the grave. The cauldron seemed to be full of water - the sound of splashing. This cauldron was bigger than any cauldron Harry had ever used, and could hold an adult sitting in it.

The things in the bag on the ground moved more vigorously, as if to break free. Wormtail was busy dabbing at the bottom of the cauldron with his wand. Suddenly there was a crackling flame from under the cauldron.

The liquid in the crucible seemed to heat up very quickly. Not only did the surface begin to boil, but sparks erupted as if on fire. The steam grew thicker and thicker, and the figure of Wormtail, who was watching the flames, became blurred. The burden moved more quickly.

Voldemort's sharp, cold voice resounded:

"Hurry up, hurry up."

The whole surface of the water was now sparkling with sparks, as if studded with diamonds.

"It's on fire, Master."

"Now... hurry..." said the cold voice.

Wormtail ripped the pack off the ground to reveal its contents. Harry let out a scream, but was choked by the stuff in his mouth.

It was as if Wormtail slammed over a rock to reveal a slimy, eyeless ugly thing—no, it was scarier than that, a hundred times scarier. What Wormtail carried looked like a crouched baby. It has no hair, and it seems to have scales on its body. Its skin is dark and red, like tender meat that has been injured. Its arms and legs were slender and soft, and its face—no living child had such a face—was a flat snake face with gleaming red eyes.

Voldemort raised his thin arms around Wormtail's neck. Wormtail held it in his hands. Then Wormtail's hood fell off, and Harry saw a look of disgust on his pale, feeble face in the firelight. Wormtail carried the thing to the edge of the cauldron, and for a split second Harry saw the throbbing spray on the potion's surface illuminate the evil flat face. Wormtail put the thing into the cauldron, and it sank with a hiss. Harry heard the soft sound of its limp body hitting the bottom of the cauldron.

Wu Qizhe frowned for a while, Voldemort was too courageous to be resurrected, this feeling of being thrown into a hot oil pan is definitely not something ordinary people can enjoy.

Wormtail was talking, his voice trembling as if he was going crazy with fright. He raised his wand, closed his eyes, and said to the night sky, "Father's bones, donated inadvertently, can regenerate your son!"

The tomb under Harry's feet cracked open, and Harry was horrified to see a large piece of dead bone rising into the air at Wormtail's call, falling gently into the cauldron. The diamond-like liquid surface cracked, hissed, sparks flew, and the liquid turned a bright red blue, poisonous at first sight.

Wormtail whimpered. From his cloak he drew a long, thin, silvery dagger. His voice turned into a sob of utter terror: "The flesh of the servant--donated voluntarily, may regenerate--your master-."

He stretched out his right hand—the one with a missing finger, and held the dagger tightly in his left hand, swinging it toward his right.

With a scream that cut through the night sky, his right hand fell into the cauldron, and the potion instantly turned red.

Krum, who was on the side, saw this tragic scene, and his teeth trembled. He couldn't bear the desire to escape. He was afraid that he would be hit by the Avada Suo Life Curse as soon as he turned around. He was still young, and he still Don't want to die.

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