The steam gradually dispersed, and a slender figure appeared inside the enormous stone cauldron.
Harry watched it all, dumbstruck.
The man in the cauldron was well proportioned, with pale skin so white that the veins beneath it were visible. He had a handsome face, but he was bald-well, not entirely bald. There was still a little hair, along with eyebrows and eyelashes.
His eyes were scarlet, and looked distinctly eerie.
His face lacked expression, with only a cruel smile curling the corners of his mouth. The instant their eyes met, the scar on Harry's forehead, which had already been hurting noticeably, hurt even more.
Although he did not look much like the face Harry remembered-the face of Voldemort he had seen on Quirrell had had no nose-Harry was still certain that this man was Voldemort.
He had come back to life!
Although Harry had expected this beforehand, when it actually happened before his eyes, he still had to say that this was the absolute worst fucking outcome.
Peter hurriedly produced a black robe from somewhere, made of some unknown material, and dressed Voldemort in it.
Voldemort let Peter dress him, his gaze fixed on Harry the entire time. The smile on his face grew ever broader.
Only once he was dressed did he look away from Harry and begin inspecting his body. It was not particularly muscular, but it was well proportioned and seemed to contain considerable strength.
A moment later, Voldemort nodded in satisfaction, then turned to look at Dismask beside him.
"My dear Allen, thank you very much for your help. Your improvements have made this ritual magic even better. I am certain it would not originally have produced such results," Voldemort said.
Although his words seemed very happy, something seemed to be missing from his tone. Harry