Witcher at Hogwarts

He placed his hand on the head of Voldemort's soul and shoved it back into the pot.

Then the tramp tapped the edge of the pot with his finger, and the potion in the pot was automatically filled.

"The unintentional donation of your father's bones can regenerate your son!" the homeless man shouted.

The tombstone trembled again, and something similar to a thigh bone flew up and was thrown directly into the pot.

"Voluntarily donate your servant's flesh to regenerate your master!" The broken corpses of the Death Eaters that were blown away on the ground floated up and fell into the pot.

"The blood of God, a gift of mercy! Gives his slaves eternal life!" the tramp shouted loudly, and then a few drops of red liquid appeared on the tips of his fingers, and dripped into the pot.

"I! Gunter O'Dimm, command you to resurrect!" Gunter O'Dimm shouted loudly.

"I! Gunter O'Dimm! Give you the most powerful power!"

"I grant you that you will not die in any house or outside, by day or night, in the sky or on the earth. I grant you that you will not die at the hands of wizards and Muggles! Weapons cannot kill you, spells cannot kill you! Man and beast I can’t kill you either!”

The crucible boiled, and diamond-like sparks flew out in all directions, so bright and dazzling that everything around them turned the color of black velvet.

An inexplicable force filled the area, and even the air seemed to become viscous.

Suddenly, the sparks on the crucible went out, and a stream of white steam rose up from the crucible, covering the three people's figures.

A man rose from the cauldron, and he no longer had the face of a noseless snake.

Instead, it turned into the face of a very handsome, thick-haired man with a well-proportioned figure, exactly what Voldemort looked like when he was young.

"Yield to me! Tom!" Gunter O'Dimm said arrogantly, "Yield to God!"

Voldemort's expression struggled briefly, then he lowered his eyes, knelt on one knee, and pressed his forehead against the back of Gunter O'Deim's hand.

"Your loyal Tom Marvolo Riddle will be loyal to you!" Voldemort looked at Gunter O'Deim piously and said.

But if you are familiar with Voldemort, you will see that the corners of Voldemort's mouth are constantly twitching, which is a sign of his extreme dissatisfaction.

Gunter O'Deim glanced at Voldemort with satisfaction and said, "Go and retrieve the Three Hallows of Death! Go to Hogwarts! All three things are in Hogwarts!" Gunter O'Deim gave the order. An order.

Gunter O'Dimm glanced at Bella's remains, snapped his fingers, and then disappeared.

Voldemort gasped as he watched Bella's broken body recover rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even her appearance changed to what she had been when she was young.

"Get me dressed," Voldemort said coldly and sharply.

Bella didn't seem to have any curiosity about her resurrection. She hurriedly grabbed the black robe from the ground, stood up, and helped Voldemort put on his clothes.

Then Voldemort began to examine his body, inch by inch, without missing any part.

After confirming that it was correct, he let out a cold and sharp smile.

At the same time, Ethan also returned to Hogwarts. As soon as he entered Hogwarts, Ethan smelled a pungent smell of smoke.

Ethan's face became solemn, and without any hesitation he hurried towards the place where the smell of smoke was the strongest.

When he arrived at the place, Ethan saw several Death Eaters lying on the ground in a mess, and Professor McGonagall standing there, looking very nervous.

"Ethan, you're here!" Professor McGonagall hurriedly came over as soon as she saw Ethan arriving.

"Ethan, the Death Eaters just attacked Hogwarts! All the professors were present at the time, and no one was hurt! Black took Harry and Neville back to Hogwarts, and the three of them were covered in blood! Oh my God! Ah! What’s going on!”

Professor McGonagall, who had been holding back a lot of questions, couldn't wait to ask questions as soon as she saw Ethan coming.

"Some small questions!" Ethan didn't have time to answer Professor McGonagall's questions one by one, so he hurriedly responded and ran towards the medical room.

The infirmary was filled with the smell of blood, and Madam Pomfrey was tending to Sirius Black's injuries.

Sirius Black was currently lying on his back on the table, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

His back was a mess of blood and flesh, and it was obvious that he had been badly injured by those dark wizards.

Harry and Neville were both lying on the bed with their eyes closed tightly.

Dumbledore was standing in front of Harry's bed with a frown on his face.

"How is the situation? Madam Pomfrey?" Ethan asked Madam Pomfrey.

"Mr. Black is such a lucky and reckless guy! Almost! He was almost dead!" Madam Pomfrey complained to Ethan.

"Fortunately, I saved his life, but even so, he will not recover so quickly, but it will take a long time to recover," Madam Pomfrey said.

"Where are Harry and Neville? How are they?" Ethan asked with concern.

"They just fainted and will be fine soon." After saying this, Madam Pomfrey's face finally looked better.

Harry was currently in a nightmare from which he couldn't wake up.

His scar hurt like fire, but he couldn't wake up at all.

In his nightmare, it was a completely different scene.

"Master! You have finally recovered! Completely recovered!" Bella said to Voldemort in a trembling voice.

"Yes." Voldemort took a deep breath of air. This was the first time he could breathe freely in so many years since he was injured.

He felt so powerful, even more powerful than he was in his prime.

But Voldemort was furrowing his brows at this moment. Gunter Odim was a weird guy. Voldemort would feel chills on his back just thinking about it.

He is so powerful, so powerful that it makes people tremble. Is he really a god?

Thinking of this, Voldemort shook his head vigorously to drive this idea out of his mind.

His pride would not allow him to be anyone's slave, not even God.

"I will find a way. As soon as I find a way, I will do it immediately." Voldemort thought fiercely in his heart.

This made his expression become a little ferocious.

"Master one by one" Bella was now in front of Voldemort again.

"Call them here - all of them -" Voldemort said softly.

Bella immediately pulled up her sleeves and pressed her wand against the Dark Mark on her arm.

The mark immediately twisted, and after a while, Bella raised her wand again.

"How many people would have the guts to come back after feeling it?" he murmured, his dark eyes fixed on the stars, "and how many would be foolish enough not to come?"

After a while, the air was suddenly filled with the clatter of cloaks.

Between the graves, behind the fir trees, and in every dark place, wizards apparated.

They all wore hoods and covered their faces. They walked over one by one, walking slowly and cautiously, as if they couldn't believe their eyes.