Unlimited Adventures in Films and TV series Chapter 69: Cartilaginous head krum

Wu Qizhe heard Voldemort in Wormtail's arms loudly and grimly say 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 bring your momentum. Come help." Wormtail said humbly.

Voldemort thought for a while and said, "Your proposal is not bad, I'll just listen to you for a while. And I feel the magical fluctuations of my faithful servant Barty Crouch Jr. in this body. "

"Young man, have you heard? 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's flamboyant wand with his wand. said.

"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 his spell, Wormtail had already knocked his wand to the ground with a spell.

Harry watched Chong Tail focus his attention on Krum before turning around and running away. The two in front of him were so strange that they were just like the man he had seen in his dreams.

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

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

Wormtail finally breathed a sigh of relief, 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 disciple of mine, so there is no shame in being my servant, boy, I believe you are a wise man. People." Sometimes harsh, sometimes lenient, this is Voldemort's way of keeping people.

"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 quick to make a knowing choice." Now even Wormtail is quick Lost 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.

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

Wormtail, apparently impatient, pressed his wand to 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's camp, and 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 with Harry Potter, but it's a pity that desire is like a bottomless pit. A series of failures, he is really eager to win the trophy to prove himself, how could he give Harry Potter the chance to win the championship.

Wormtail puts Voldemort on the ground, his wheezing gasps resume, and he asks 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 appears to be heating up 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, grim voice resounded:

"Hurry up, hurry up."

The entire surface of the water is now sparkling with sparks, as if studded with diamonds.

"It's burnt, Master."

"Now... hurry..." said the grim voice.

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

It's as if Wormtail slammed over a rock, revealing a slimy, eyeless ugly thing—no, it's 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 ~IndoMTL.com~ 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 as he watched it. 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 is talking, his voice trembling, as if he is 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 grave under Harry's feet cracked open, and Harry was horrified to see a large piece of dead bone rise into the air at Wormtail's call, and fall 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 suddenly turned into a sob of utter terror: "The flesh of the servant--self-donated, may regenerate--your master-."

He stretched out his right hand—the one with a missing finger, then held the dagger tightly in his left hand and swung 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 was not angry with the desire to run away. He was afraid that he would be hit by the Avadasa Life Curse as soon as he turned around. He was still young , he doesn't want to die yet.

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