Chapter 307 Voldemort Is Reborn

London, near a church in the suburbs.

The sunlight shines through the colorful glass, projecting a dazzling array of colors on the ground.

"Uh-huh."

A huge cross removed from under the roof floated in the air of the church, and the church pastor was hung upside down on it, groaning in pain.

Where the lectern originally stood there was only a huge armchair covered with red cushions.

Voldemort was lying in a chair, surrounded by several hooded Death Eaters, who completely ignored the cross above their heads.

Instead, they knelt down around him in fear:

"Master, do you really want to be reborn with the humble blood of Muggles?

This. This will contaminate your”

Voldemort lazily opened his eyes a little, and his scarlet eyes shone with a heart-stopping color in the sunlight.

"Bella. Do you think so too?"

Bellatrix let out a harsh laugh and stared sarcastically at her 'companions' lying on the ground:

"Master, your power has surpassed any bloodline. Your will is the supreme law, and what you use depends only on you.

Even the blood of Muggles will be noble because of your choice! "

"Bella, you are still so loyal. I like your answer very much."

Voldemort smiled with satisfaction. He closed his eyes again. His voice was very soft, but it was clearly audible in this chapel with a special structure:

"Go, my servants. Prepare the things for the ceremony."

The Death Eaters bowed and exited the auditorium. With the heavy closing sound, the heavy wooden door shook, and the sunlight penetrated the dust in the air to reveal a clear beam of light.

A giant snake snaked out from the shadow in the corner, coiled along the back of the chair, and enjoyed the warmth of the sun with its owner.

"Nagini, yes, you smell the disgusting smell on them, disloyal. That's right."

Voldemort stretched out his deformed fingers with difficulty, and Nagini moved her head closer to facilitate the owner's touch.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss~"

"Of course, there are loyal servants, Bella Barty and others, but none of them are loyal to me because of the so-called pure-blood supremacy.

It's because of my strength! "

Voldemort let out a hoarse and unpleasant laugh:

"Although I never admit my past, don't they know? Of course they know, but so what?

If a weak person holds the flag of pure-blood supremacy, will these cunning pure-blood families treat them the same way they treat me?

If they want pure blood, I will give them pure blood supremacy.”

Nagini swallowed the red letter and looked at the cross floating in the sky. It raised its upper body curiously, and the letter became more and more frequent.

"Want to try it? Go ahead. Go ahead, my baby, you are different"

As if she had received some order, Nagini stretched her neck and shot out like an arrow. The snake's snout opened 180 degrees, revealing its smelly hook-like fangs, and bit the priest's neck fiercely. superior.

"Uh-huh"

The priest was twisting in pain, but the tear in his trachea could only make him scream weirdly. Large streams of blood spurted out from his blood vessels, and the pastor's struggle became weaker and weaker.

Perhaps the priest's blood was not to her taste, so Nagini was like a blood snake, docilely crawling beside Voldemort again.

"So, Nagini, only power is eternal!"

It was like a bloody rain fell in the chapel. Under this bloody feast, Voldemort used up the last strength of his frail body.

He let out an extremely harsh and arrogant laugh:

"Hahahahahahahaha"

Amidst the laughter, the door of the auditorium was opened again.

The Death Eaters looked at the hell-like scene in front of them and silently moved in the things used for the ceremony.

Petunia and Dudley struggled desperately, but the two people bound by the spell could only blink their eyes even if they used all their strength. Dudley's fat face was full of fear, and he didn't understand what happened. What.

I don’t know who is in front of me.

Tears silently dripped down Penny's cheeks. She didn't know what was waiting for her.

The Death Eaters set up a huge cauldron, erected a pillar, and tied Petunia to it. As for Dudley, after the Death Eaters gave him a Cruciatus Curse as a greeting gift, they left as they pleased. and left him aside.

If the great Dark Lord hadn't ordered them to wait for that idiot Harry Potter to come and torture him in front of him, this disgusting, despicable fat kid would have been killed long ago.

Perhaps the guy who released the binding spell had a little wet hands, and coupled with Penny's desperate struggle, the spell was lifted just like that.

Petunia looked at Dudley silently and motionless on the ground, with only an expression of extreme pain on his face.

Her heart felt as if someone had stabbed it with a knife, twisting violently.

"Don't touch my baby! You freaks!"

The Death Eaters stopped for a moment, raised their heads and glanced at Penny, who looked crazy. One of them suddenly raised his hand to untie Dudley's restraints, and then added another Cruciatus Curse.

"ah--------!"

In Petunia's blurry tearful eyes, Dudley let out an unprecedented scream. He was like a caterpillar cut off in the middle, making all kinds of weird postures that he couldn't usually do.

Dudley felt that his internal organs were burning, his bones were turned into powder, his eyeballs were spinning wildly in his head, he hoped it would stop... hoped he would faint... die...

In extreme pain, Dudley's tears, saliva and snot all flowed out, covering his entire face, and he banged his head against the wooden chair desperately, as if this would relieve his pain.

"Mom, Mom! Mom--"

Dudley cried out Penny's name, still twisting.

Penny felt that her blood was boiling, her body was shaking, her eyes burst with anger, and tears mixed with blood dripped down her cheeks.

She roared like a lioness protecting her cubs, with messy hair:

"You are a bunch of lowly maggots, cockroaches that can only hide in the dark, Vernon will definitely come to save us-"

Bella disgustedly cast another petrification spell on Penny, as if she had heard the funniest joke:

"Vernon, that Muggle?"

The Death Eaters laughed loudly, but soon they shut up again and bent down in fear, because the terrifying Dark Lord raised his hand;

"Begin-"

Bella got busy, and the liquid in the crucible seemed to heat up very quickly.

The surface not only began to boil, but also burst into sparks, as if it was burning.

The steam became thicker and thicker, and even the whole church began to diffuse a faint mist.

After a while, the entire surface of the water was flashing with sparks, as if it was covered with diamonds.

Bella carefully turned the armchair, and Penny showed a horrified expression. It was a baby who looked like curled up.

Penny swore that she had never seen anything uglier than it!

It had no hair, and it seemed to have scales on its body. Its skin was dark and red, like injured tender meat. Its arms and legs were thin and soft. Its face - no living child had such a face - was a flat snake face with a pair of sparkling red eyes.

Bella held it as if she was holding a rare treasure she loved, and carefully put it into the crucible. With a hiss, it sank.

Penny thought that if a normal person threw it in like this, it would be like boiled chicken breast, but she knew what these were. They were ordinary people - oh yes, they were called Muggles, and they were wizards who were omnipotent in the eyes of Muggles.

Bella was speaking with endless enthusiasm, as if presiding over this ceremony was the glory of her life!

She raised her wand and said: "Father's bones, accidentally donated, can make your son reborn!"

I saw a piece of bone on the altar brought out from the depths of the church floating like a feather and falling into the crucible.

The diamond-like liquid surface broke, hissing, sparks flew, and the liquid turned bright red and blue, and it was obvious that it was poisonous.

Bella pulled out a long, thin, silver-shining dagger, and her expression became more and more fanatical: "Servants' flesh-voluntarily donated can make your master-reborn."

She stretched out her right hand-without the slightest hesitation, tightly grasped the dagger with her left hand, and swung it towards her right hand.

Bella groaned, followed by a disgusting plop. She looked painful, but bit her lips tightly and said nothing.

The potion turned fiery red, and the strong light even overshadowed the sunlight...

Penny then became terrified because she found that Bella had come to her:

"The blood of the enemy... forced to give... can make your enemy... resurrect."

Penny struggled desperately, trying to break free from the ropes that bound her. When the silver dagger trembled in the woman's one hand, Penny once thought that her target was her heart.

But she soon found out that she was wrong. Even though her face was sweating from the pain, the woman still showed a vicious smile and cut Penny's face with a knife until half of Penny's face became messy and bleeding.

She trembled and took out a small glass bottle from her pocket and placed it next to the wound. A small amount of blood flowed into the bottle.

Bella staggered to the crucible and poured it in. The liquid in the crucible immediately turned dazzling white.

She completed the task, knelt down beside the crucible, and waited silently.

The crucible was about to boil, and diamond-like sparks flew out, so bright and dazzling that everything around turned into the color of black velvet.

The water surface of the crucible was spinning rapidly, a gust of wind gushed out of the crucible, and the huge organ in the church suddenly sounded by itself.

The solemn organ sounded irregularly, and the priest hanging upside down on the cross was blown by the wind, and the remaining blood flowed.

Blood flowed on the holy white marble floor and meandered down the steps.

On the huge stained glass behind the pulpit, the statue of the Virgin Mary lowered her eyes and quietly watched everything in front of her.

Suddenly, the sparks on the crucible went out. A white steam rose from the crucible.

Then a man slowly stood up from the crucible, tall and thin, like a skeleton.

He raised his head, turned his back to the crowd, and opened his arms.

The bleeding cross, the pool of blood on the ground, and the giant snake that seemed to tempt Eve and Adam to eat the fruit of wisdom, the statue of the Virgin Mary, and the sound of the organ.

It formed a grotesque and very impactful picture.

"Devil. Devil!"

Penny was trembling with fear. In her opinion, it was as if the devil from hell had come to the world, and he wanted to turn the whole world into that hell burning with fire!

The Death Eaters knelt slowly on the ground with awe in their eyes, and put their foreheads on the ground, not daring to move at all.

"Great Dark Lord. Congratulations on your return!"

Bella stood up and clumsily put clothes on her figure with one hand, her eyes blurred.

The thin man stepped out of the crucible, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was enjoying it all.

What a face. It was paler than a skull, with two big red eyes, a nose as flat as a snake's nose, and two slits in the nostrils...

Voldemort lowered his arms, as if admiring his "perfect" body. His hands were like pale spiders, and his slender pale fingers stroked his chest, arms, and face; the red eyes looked brighter in the dark, and the pupils were two slits, like cat's eyes.

He raised his hands, moved his fingers, and looked ecstatic. His unusually long fingers reached into a deep pocket and pulled out a wand.

"Bella. My most loyal servant. Voldemort will never treat a loyal servant unfairly."

Bella shook her head frantically, with only admiration and fanaticism in her eyes: "No, Master, I don't need any reward. I am only willing to follow you and can sacrifice my life for you at any time!"

"I know, of course I know." Voldemort helped Bella up in a rare way, raised his wand, and danced in the air. A light band like molten silver appeared on the head of the wand.

At first it had no shape, and then the light band twisted and turned into a glittering human hand, as bright as moonlight, but brighter than moonlight.

It flew down by itself and placed on Bella's bleeding wrist, but it turned into something similar to a black glove, but the glove seemed to have a little starlight, which was extremely beautiful.

Bella burst into tears again. She sobbed and admired her new hand, muttering: "Thank you, Master. It's so beautiful. It's so beautiful."

Voldemort glanced at the Death Eaters who were crawling in front of him and dared not move.

Since Bella and the others escaped from prison, those cunning Death Eaters guessed something. They acted secretly and gathered together again to avoid their punishment.

But so what?

As long as he remained so powerful, the Death Eaters would always be loyal!

He sat lazily on the huge armchair, and Nagini surrounded him obediently:

"Bella, my servant, go. Go and complete our plan and bring Harry Potter to me!"

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