novelslam Chapter 715 I'm Handy
Chapter 715 I'm Handy
Chapter 715 I'm Handy
in the cemetery,
The Death Eaters fell to their knees, trembling.
The resurrected Voldemort routinely tortured several servants to try the feel of his hands; he stepped on Malfoy's hair and tried the feel of his feet.
Not bad, not bad!It is a familiar taste.
Wormtail was there sobbing, his hand gone and thrown in the resurrection soup to provide Voldemort with his body.
At this time, he lost a lot of blood and was in great pain.
Voldemort's rebirth needs three things: the lotus root as the bone, the lotus leaf as the clothing, and the real fire of Samadhi...
Cough cough...it should be: father's bones, rat tail juice, supplemented by Harry Blood Essence.
Thanks to these three treasures, the resurrected Voldemort is as powerful as a tiger.
He walked barefoot and walked up to Wormtail.He clearly enjoyed Wormtail's screams.
Especially the expression on his face, full of mockery, as if looking at a piece of garbage.
For more than a year, Wormtail has been a saddle horse, serving Voldemort like his own father.
But after Voldemort put on the clothes, he turned his face and refused to recognize anyone.
"You came back to me not out of loyalty, but out of fear of being caught by a Stark. You deserve it.
Wormtail, you know this, don't you? ’ he said hoarsely.
"Yes, Master," Wormtail moaned, "but please, Master... please... I've taken care of you for so long... I'm helping you..."
"Yeah, no matter what, you helped me get a physical body." Voldemort watched Wormtail sobbing on the ground, and said indifferently:
"Although you are a despicable traitor, you helped me... The Dark Lord never treats those who help him badly..."
Voldemort raised his wand lightly, drawing a streak of light like molten silver.
At first there was no shape, then the band of light twisted and became a gleaming human hand.
It flew down and settled on Wormtail's bleeding wrist.
Wormtail stopped sobbing, breathing heavily and harshly.
He raised his head and looked at the silver hand in disbelief.It fit seamlessly on his arm, as if he were wearing a dazzling glove.
He tried to bend his shining fingers, and tremblingly picked up a stone from the ground, and easily crushed it into powder.
Strong and powerful silver right hand!
"My lord," Peter said softly, "Master, it's so beautiful... thank you... thank you..."
He crawled over on his knees and kissed Voldemort's robes.
"I hope your loyalty will not waver again, Wormtail," said Voldemort in disgust.
"No, my master... will never..."
Wormtail rose to join the circle, his face still teary, and looked over at his powerful newcomer.
Walking in circles, Voldemort came up to the largest gap and looked at it with empty red eyes, as though someone were standing there.
"Seven Death Eaters are missing here... four died for me, one has no guts to come back... will pay the price." He sneered.
"The other, I think, has left me forever... Of course he will be put to death..."
Voldemort was a little disappointed, it seemed that the servant who left forever made him very disappointed.He originally valued him more.
But Voldemort's expression immediately became excited. "There is one more, still my most loyal servant, who has returned to my service."
There was a small commotion among the Death Eaters, and the masked men exchanged furtive glances.
"He's at Hogwarts, my loyal servant. Thanks to his hard work, our little friend will come here tonight..."
A group of people looked at Harry in unison.
Harry struggled, his mouth stuffed with underpants that Wormtail had gotten somewhere, but he couldn't move.
"Yes," said Voldemort with a smile from his lipless mouth.
"Harry Potter came to my rebirth party. We might as well call him my special guest..."
"My dear Tom, you held a rebirth party here, and you didn't invite me?" A voice suddenly echoed around.
"Am I still your best friend? Every time I swear to others, I always use you as a guarantor!"
Everyone looked up in shock, who the hell dared to say such a thing.
I saw a young wizard walking slowly from not far away through the darkness.
He was wearing a gorgeous blue robe, with dark green pupils, a magic wand in his right hand, and a long sword on his waist.
Seeing Stark appear, the Death Eaters were restless.
Regardless of whether he has fought against him or not, his reputation is there, and everyone knows that he is very powerful.
But what kind of scene is this... Voldemort is resurrected, and he really dares to come?Not afraid of death?
William strolled over, seemingly not afraid of death, and even regarded Voldemort as nothing.
Malfoy stared at William, jealous.
It is indeed extraordinary, especially the magic wand in the right hand and the long sword in the left waist...they are so outstanding that it makes people feel ashamed.
"Stark...you...Dumbledore is here too?" Voldemort took a breath and turned his head to search.
"Where do we need the principal to come? He is old and has inconvenient legs and feet. He doesn't like to participate in this kind of activities."
William Apparated and appeared beside Harry.
"What, you want to kill Harry? He is your half brother!"
Harry was tied to the tombstone and struggled to his feet.
William snapped his fingers, and the rope tied to him fell off automatically.
William threw Harry's wand to him, and said calmly, "Harry, I'm here to take you back to school."
"Hermione has won the Triwizard Tournament, and Gryffindor is planning a big celebration party.
Professor McGonagall asked me to ask you...why you're late.
She is very upset. "
Harry was extremely excited, and his pupils were a little moist.He really thought he was going to die just now.
But I didn't expect William to come!
"I'm sorry, William... Voldemort was resurrected because of me..." Harry choked out.
"Then take your wand and kill him, won't you dare?" William asked, looking into Harry's eyes.
Harry stared at William, completely stunned.
"Haha, you are so cute and arrogant." Voldemort laughed.
William didn't talk nonsense, and suddenly Apparated, appearing beside Voldemort, the long sword flashed past, and scratched on his robe.
Voldemort did not expect William to be so fast, nor did he expect that his fighting style would be the same as that of Muggles.
He originally thought that the sword was just a decoration.
Caught off guard, his arm loosened in pain, and the wand fell to the ground.
Voldemort stepped back immediately.
This scene has happened countless times in the time loop. With his eyes closed, William knows Voldemort's next move.
He was silent, and his figure was like a cheetah running out of the jungle, rushing to Voldemort.
William, whose agility was beyond imagination, made a beautiful knee bump, but was held down by Voldemort with both hands.
But it was another left jab, still firmly hitting Voldemort's forehead.
While Voldemort flew backwards like a kite, his right hand cast a spell without a stick, and a poisonous snake sprang up from the ground, biting William.
William has been bitten more than 20 times, and his memory has long been long. I saw him cut off the snake's head directly with a fancy sword flower.
William strode forward, Apparating again.
He seemed to have figured out where Voldemort would be, and raised his foot directly.
In the eyes of everyone, it was more like Voldemort took the initiative to get up and was kicked in the side.
The Dark Lord flew out, but his body was like a swimming snake, slithering ghostly, and finally bent his knees and grabbed onto a tombstone with both hands and feet.
Voldemort's eyes were red, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
William remains unscathed.
The Death Eaters were in an uproar, seemingly in disbelief.
Red blood mixed with saliva and saliva fell to the ground, and Voldemort squeezed out a smiling face:
"The Mudblood's despicable moves...let you see what magic is!"
With a hook of his right hand, the wand returned to his hand.
Voldemort raised his wand and pointed it at the cliff on the left side. After a moment of silence, there was a series of rumbles in the air.
I saw that the gorge wall several hundred meters apart was split in two, and rocks continued to roll into the cemetery, stirring up a lot of dust.
The mountain came crashing down on William again.
William, who had been smashed thousands of times, finally calmed down and said:
"It's always this trick, can there be something new?"
His body remained motionless, his right hand drew an arc, causing ripples, and the magic wand in his hand began to wave, so fast that it was dazzling.
The violent wind around seemed to stop for a moment, and a lot of flying dust stopped in the air.
After stilling and moving again, a strong wind suddenly rose between the sky and the earth.
The strong wind rushed towards the oncoming cliff like a tornado.
In the next scene, the world was shocked, and the cliff was rushed by the overwhelming wind blade.
The strong wind penetrated into the boulder, first tore out cracks, and then smashed the [-]-meter boulder into hundreds of pieces of rubble.
William smiled and said, "I've played the level for eight years... I'm only familiar with it."
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(End of this chapter)