The Dharma God of All Realms Begins with Harry Potter

It was as if Peter had flipped open a rock to reveal a slimy, eyeless hideous thing—no, even scarier than that, a hundred times scarier. The thing Peter brought looked like a curled-up baby, but Hermione and Fleur had never seen anything less baby-like. It had no hair, and 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, and its face - no living child had such a face - was a flat, snakelike face with gleaming red eyes.

The thing looked completely incapable of taking care of itself. It raised its thin arms and hugged Wormtail's neck. Wormtail held it in his hands. At this moment Peter's hood fell down, and the girls saw the look of disgust on his pale, weak face in the firelight.

Peter carried the thing to the edge of the crucible, put the thing into the crucible, and with a hiss, it sank. They even heard the soft sound of its limp body hitting the bottom of the crucible.

"So... what on earth is that thing? Fleur asked in a trembling voice.

Hermione also had a chill and they were so sick.

"That is our biggest enemy," Ye Ting said in a deep voice.

"Could it be that he is lying?……"Hermione exclaimed suddenly, but she immediately covered her mouth.

If she pronounced that name, the three of them would definitely be discovered.

Ye Ting nodded silently.

The two girls fell silent and kept silent. They were afraid that the baby-like Voldemort would discover them at any time, rush over and kill them - even though the soundless bells could guarantee that they would not be able to sing"giligilieye" even if they sang a song. People would notice them - as if this would avoid detection.

Ye Ting held the girls' hands. The two girls' hands were cold and trembling.

However, his strong hands and the heat in his palms temporarily reassured the girls.

On the other side, Peter was talking, his voice trembling, as if he were delirious with fear.

He raised his wand, closed his eyes, and said to the night sky:"Father's bones, donated unintentionally, can regenerate your son!"

The grave at Harry's feet cracked, and a small wisp of dust rose in response to Peter's call. When it reached the air, it gently fell into the crucible. The diamond-like surface of the liquid burst, hissing, sparks flying, and the liquid turned a bright red-blue color that was clearly poisonous at a glance.

Wormtail whimpered. He drew a long, thin, gleaming silver dagger from his cloak. His voice suddenly turned into sobs of extreme fear:"Your servant's flesh is voluntarily donated so that your master can be reborn."

He stretched out his right hand - but one finger was missing. Then he held the dagger tightly with his left hand and swung it towards his right hand.

The dagger was so sharp that Peter's hand was broken, and both girls couldn't bear to cover their eyes.

The screams that penetrated the night sky pierced into their ears. Then, they saw something fall to the ground and heard Wormtail's painful gasp. Then there was a sickening thud. Something was thrown into the crucible. The moment the potion turned into Fire red.

Wormtail came to Harry while gasping in pain.

"Hate - The blood of your enemy...forced to be given...can bring your enemy...back to life."

Harry struggled desperately, trying to break free from the ropes that bound him, but he was trapped too tightly and was unable to stop it. The tip of the dagger pierced his arm, and blood dripped down the torn sleeves of his robe.. Peter, who was still panting in pain, tremblingly took out a small glass bottle from his pocket and placed it next to Harry's wound. A small amount of blood flowed into the bottle.

He staggered towards the crucible with Harry's blood and put it Pour it in. The liquid in the crucible immediately turned into a dazzling white color. Wormtail completed his task and knelt down next to the crucible. He tilted his body and collapsed on the ground, holding his bleeding broken arm, gasping and sobbing. The crucible was about to boil. , diamond-like sparks splashed out in all directions, so bright and dazzling that everything around them turned into a black velvet color.

I hope it has drowned, the girls thought unrealistically, I hope it will not succeed...

Actually, they know that success is the best outcome - after all, Ye Ting said that Voldemort must be resurrected first and then killed again. However, now facing the scene of Voldemort's resurrection, they are still afraid. Fear Their instinct made them refuse all this to happen.

Suddenly, the sparks on the crucible went out. A stream of white steam rose from the crucible, and then, through the white mist in front of them, they saw with horror a figure slowly rising from the crucible. The man's black figure was tall and thin, like a skeleton.

So, was he the legendary Voldemort?

Fu Ronghe shrank into Ye Ting's arms, not daring to face it at all. Even Hermione was holding on tightly. Holding Ye Ting's arm, nervous and frightened, she subconsciously used force to grab Ye Ting's arm, leaving a deep mark.

"Dress me."The cold, sharp voice said from behind the steam. Wormtail sobbed and groaned, still protecting his residual arm, and hurriedly grabbed the black robe that wrapped the bundle from the ground, stood up, and pulled it over with one hand. On his master's head.

The thin man stepped out of the crucible and began to examine his body.

His hands were like big pale spiders, and his slender pale fingers touched his chest, arms, and face; his red eyes looked brighter in the darkness. , the pupils are two slits, like the eyes of a cat. He raised his hands and moved his fingers with an ecstatic expression, paying no attention to Wormtail, who was lying on the ground bleeding and twitching, nor to the big snake - it didn't know when It swam back again, hissing and circling around Harry.

Voldemort reached into a deep pocket with his surprisingly long fingers and pulled out a wand. He stroked the wand gently again, then raised it and pointed. Wormtail picked him up from the ground and threw him to the tombstone where Harry was tied. Wormtail fell next to the tombstone and collapsed there crying. Voldemort turned his bright red eyes to Harry and let out a cold and sharp curse. Laugh.

Bending down, he pulled up Wormtail's left arm and rolled up his sleeve above his elbow, revealing the mark of the Dark Devil on his skin.

"We... we saw that sign the night before the World Cup." Fleur said tremblingly.

Hermione braced herself and explained the meaning of the Dark Mark to her.

Fleur seemed even more frightened when she saw Voldemort pressing his long, pale index finger on Peter's Dark Mark.

"He...he's summoning Death Eaters...right? Fleur said in a voice that was almost inaudible,"Let's... let's leave here quickly... before... before they come, anyway... anyway, we have seen the Dark Lord's... resurrection." Got it"

"There's no rush, no rush," Ye Ting shook his head easily,"I still have one last goal that I haven't accomplished yet, which is to let the Dark Lord kill Harry."_To read the ununderlined version of the novel, please download Feilu Novel A