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Wormtail scooped up Harry's blood from the ground with one hand and finally poured it into the cauldron containing Voldemort.

This action left Voldemort somewhat stunned. He suddenly regretted resurrecting, because he felt that even if he were resurrected, he would be driven mad by his stupid subordinates.

"Has Harry stopped bleeding? I mean, you should catch the blood Harry just bleeds, just cup it in your hands! Not scoop up the blood from the ground! Are you just going to pick a fight with the blood on the ground?"

The Wormtail trembled; he was so terrified that his brain had gone rusty, and he didn't want things to be like this.

"Fine, just pour it in already, you idiot!"

Harry's headache had eased a little, but his arm still ached. Even so, he kept cursing Voldemort in his mind to drown or be boiled.

Following the Empress of Heaven and the Sky Void, Taishang and Great Yin also collapsed to the ground. The two Shikigami had taken a direct hit from an Ancient Magic lightning spell, and their bodies were charred black with white smoke rising from their mouths, clearly indicating that they were dead.

The remaining White Tiger and Black Tortoise, seeing their companions die one after another before their eyes, their eyes turned red, their fists clenched, and after exchanging a glance, they charged at Theodore like madmen.

"Tui!" Theodore spat out a mouthful of saliva. He was already fighting six opponents at once, and now his stamina was severely depleted. But seeing the last two Shikigami about to rush up to him, he gritted his teeth and continued to fight them.

Finally, the Mars on the crucible went out, and a large amount of white steam rose out. Voldemort's figure finally stood up from the crucible.

"Hurry up and bring me the clothes!"

Voldemort's chilling voice rang out, sending shivers down Harry's spine.

The Wormtail frantically rummaged through its master's clothes, blood splattering everywhere from its severed arm.

"Fool! You vile thing!" Voldemort could no longer tolerate it. He raised his foot and kicked the Wormtail away. "I asked you to do something, and you couldn't do anything right? You piece of trash!"

After Voldemort put on his robes, he emerged from the white smoke. Harry trembled and stared wide-eyed at the monster before him, a monster that was both familiar and strange. He had finally come out—no, he should be said to have returned.

This time, however, he was even uglier than before. He had no bridge to his nose, just two thin slits; his face was pale and bloodless; he had no eyebrows; and his eyes were deep-set...

Voldemort has officially returned to life!

However, the first thing Voldemort did after his resurrection was not to destroy the world as Harry had imagined. Instead, like a psychopath, he touched his face with one hand and his chest with the other. He excitedly raised his hands in the air and danced around with joy.

"Master... Master... you promised me..." Wormtail, clutching his severed arm, crawled toward Voldemort, pleading desperately.

"We'll talk about it later!"

Voldemort grabbed the arm that wasn't severed from the Wormtail, rolled up the sleeve, took out his wand from his pocket, and, amidst the Wormtail's wailing, cast a spell to summon Death Eaters.

"I'll wait for them right here! I'll wait for them to kowtow and beg for forgiveness!"

"Voldemort said angrily."

"But didn't you want to kill me? Why haven't you made a move yet? Are you afraid I'll kill you instead?"

Theodore, exhausted, casually tossed the two severed heads at Voldemort's feet, startling Wormtail so much that he forgot to continue his wail.

"Heh, you junior from the Nott family, you shouldn't have angered me! My men have arrived!"

Voldemort didn't even glance at Theodore, as if Theodore were already a dead man to him.

One portal after another slowly opened, and wizards poured out one after another. They all wore masks, and even their movements were somewhat cautious. They kept calling out "Master."

Theodore's face had turned cold; he had spotted a familiar face.

"Nott Sr., you've raised a fine son." Voldemort's voice rang out at that very moment. "Go, go and eliminate this threat. The time has come to prove your loyalty. I know that thirteen years ago, some of you seemed to sense that I was no longer capable and secretly joined the side of our enemies, crying that they were innocent, that they had been deceived, and that they knew nothing at all."

But have you ever considered this: what if one day I return? Did you think that by joining Dumbledore, you could rest easy?

"Please... please," a Death Eaters stammered, kneeling on the ground and kissing Voldemort's robes, trembling all over, "Forgive us just this once, please forgive us!"

"I will not forgive you, Crucio!"

As he spoke, Voldemort cast a spell, and the people around him lay on the ground groaning and writhing in pain, some of them even having spilled yellow liquid all over the ground.

"I will never forget the humiliation I have suffered for the past thirteen years. So, your chance to prove yourself has come. It's time for you to pay your debts, just like Wormtail. He has already paid some, but it's not enough. Nott Sr., it's time for you to pay your debts. Show me your loyalty, or you and your family will have no reason to exist!"

Suddenly, the sound of space shattering rang out, click, click, click, and a pair of high heels appeared in Voldemort's sight.

"The air here is really dirty, don't you think?"

Fa-jie was the first to arrive at the battlefield.

"It's you!" Voldemort would never forget the time his other soul possessed Professor Quirrell. He had already been resurrected, only to be kicked back into Hell by this woman. "You deserve to die!"

"Whether I should die or not is none of your business, you piece of trash."

As soon as Fa-jie finished speaking, another spatial fluctuation appeared beside her, and young Master Malfoy, along with Goyle and Crabbe, stepped out first.

"Fa-jie? You really got here before us," Young Master Malfoy struck a cool pose. He couldn't help it; Fa-jie's aura was too strong. If he didn't act cool, he would look more like a security guard.

"Voldemort? How did he come back to life? Where's Theodore?"

Then, as expected, Ka-jie's thought process was different from that of Malfoy. She immediately spotted Voldemort and his Death Eaters.

"Voldemort? Where is he?" Young Master Malfoy was startled. Although he was currently fighting Voldemort and didn't know who would win, the trauma from his childhood was too great. He grew up listening to Voldemort's ghost stories every Tenten. Who wouldn't be terrified when they suddenly saw the real Voldemort?

As the Slytherin Academy Champion emerged one by one, Voldemort's expression grew increasingly grave. He had only recently been resurrected and his strength had not yet returned to its peak. He had suffered a similar defeat last time, even with the boost from demonic power, he was still defeated. He absolutely could not afford to repeat that mistake this time.

Voldemort then waved his hand, "Nott Sr., remember your loyalty. This place is yours to handle. The rest of you, follow me and move ahead! Take Harry and Wormtail!"