Chapter 252: resurrection
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Today is a good day!
In Gryffindor Tower, everyone was celebrating and revelling, except Harry.
Harry, who had just drank a lot of mead, lay on the sofa and rested for a while, but as soon as they got together, his scar was burning with pain.
In a moment of tightness, it reached the level of a splitting headache.
Immediately, the scene in front of him changed, and Snape's gloomy, expressionless old face appeared in his field of vision.
A few students on the side carefully avoided Snape, but not many people in this noisy lounge took Snape's appearance seriously - after all, this is the Gryffindor lounge, and the little lions may buy Professor Sprout's account, maybe listen to Professor Flitwick's words, but it doesn't really give him any face to Snape...
"Wait…"
Just as Harry was about to say something, he saw Snape's big hand grabbed his collar, pulling him and striding outside.
"Come with me, don't talk too much." Snape said grimly.
"Sorry, Professor, my head hurts a little...hs..." Harry touched the scar on his forehead and gasped in pain.
"It hurts...that's right." Snape sneered, dragged Harry into his potion storage room, waved his wand in his hand, and several vines tied Harry to a chair.
"Please, can you tell me what happened?" Harry looked at Snape with a terrified expression as he pulled out his knife.
"The Dark Lord is coming back to life and needs your blood..." Snape said succinctly.
Harry frowned, thinking about Snape's words, his slightly drunk head couldn't quite understand Snape's meaning: "emmm...Iger?"
Go to Nima's Iger...
"Wait..." Harry suddenly realized something, looked up at Snape, and his mind was shaken for a moment.
Iger had told him that Snape would never hurt him anyway.
Snape was a Death Eater.
And Voldemort wanted to die.
emmm…
Shouldn't he have resolved the hatred and let me and Voldemort go hand in hand to reconcile?
No, it can't be...
"Wait, you said the mysterious man...hs..." Harry's scar was burning with pain, and the drunkenness on his body disappeared with the pain: "No! What are you doing? Don't come here... what…"
Snape approached Harry with a knife, looked at Harry's cheek and grinned, as if thinking of something, Snape hesitated a little, and after thinking about it, he took a knife and cut Harry's arm A knife.
For a split second, Harry felt as if his soul and body had been sent into the meat grinder, and the burning pain from the scar on his forehead nearly made Harry faint.
Two seconds later, Snape sneered at Harry, who rolled his eyes in pain in his chair.
Although he was nice to Harry, that didn't stop him from hating Harry.
The two don't conflict...
"So much drama..." Snape snorted, put the blood in a small bottle, turned and left.
Harry leaned his mouth dry on the chair, stared straight at the back of Snape's departure, took a deep breath, and suddenly opened his palms tied behind the chair.
With a whoosh, a slender wand jumped out of Harry's robes and fell into his hands.
"Lisong Jinxie..." The wand in his hand shook lightly, and the vines tied to his body were scattered.
Taking a deep breath, holding back the pain on his forehead, Harry stumbled towards the headmaster's room.
"You didn't bring Harry?" Iger looked at Snape curiously.
"He'll follow," Snape said casually.
"Okay, let's start..." Iger shrugged.
Dumbledore nodded and took out a gleaming oil lamp from his robe.
"Ah... let's see, you are finally going to resurrect me, right?" Voldemort's weak voice sounded in the gathering lamp. At this time, he no longer had the strength to refuse, and he naturally liked this kind of thing.
"Shut up, you are talking too much..." Iger took the soul lamp, opened the lid and poured the ghost in the lamp into the cauldron.
Snape strode over to the huge cauldron, took out his wand and flicked it gently: "Father's bone, donated by accident, can regenerate your son!"
With a thud, the small leg bone fragment on the table fell into the dry pot under Snape's control.
The original diamond-like crystal clear potion burst open at this moment, hissing in the cauldron, sparks flying everywhere, and the potion in the cauldron also turned a conspicuous blue at this moment - just like Booth The same color as Patton's school uniform.
"Servant's meat... voluntarily offered... to regenerate your master--"
Iger walked to Professor McGonagall's side and slapped the drowsy little Barty with a clear and loud snap.
Little Batib stunned and sat up straight from the chair, looking at Iger in front of him in horror.
"Are you willing to sacrifice your body to resurrect your master?" Iger pointed to the cauldron behind him.
Barty Jr. stared at the cauldron behind Iger, and then laughed wickedly: "Resurrection? Of course I would, haha... When my master is resurrected, will you still think that you can survive?"
"Don't be so playful!" Iger swiped and snorted, and Barty's left arm fell into the cauldron, stopping the bleeding and knocking Barty unconscious, and Iger stuffed it into the box again— If the resurrection fails, it can be used again next time...
Immediately afterwards, Snape took out the small bottle, and in an instant, everyone in the room sat up straight and stared at the movements of Snape's hands.
"The blood of your enemies, forced to give, can revive your enemies..." Snape poured the potion into the cauldron.
The bright red blood fell into the cauldron, and at the same time, Harry, who was stumbling towards the headmaster's room in the distance, stumbled and fell into the corridor.
It was not only Harry who made a move at this moment, but also Iger, who was waiting eagerly on the side - he was holding a big pig bone in his hand!
Fearing that the resurrection plan would fail halfway, Iger did not recklessly throw it into the pot just now.
But waited until now, at the same time that Harry's blood fell into the pot, Iger threw the big pig bone in his hand, along with the bones and blood of some messed up animals...
At the same time, the white mist that had just risen above the crucible suddenly boiled violently after Iger threw the pair of messy things The originally pale mist also became chaotic.
The mess looked filthy.
Then, the shape of a man slowly rose from the cauldron—he was tall and thin, but with a pig nose.
No, he not only has a pig's nose, he also has chicken feathers and a cow's tail. Basically, the dishes that students often eat have found their shadows in him...
The only feature Iger can find in him before is... that strong-looking bald head.
Voldemort is resurrected...
"I can probably imagine the mood of despicable Haierbo when he created the Basilisk. It's really a sense of accomplishment..." Iger grinned and muttered softly, and Slytherin on the side of the wall rolled his eyes when he heard the words.
Are you sure it's a sense of accomplishment and not some nasty fun?
"Do not!!!!"
As soon as he was resurrected, Voldemort's hysterical screams suddenly sounded in the headmaster's room...