"Learn."
Morris waved his hand after hearing this.
Two clusters of eerie blue soulfire ignited in the darkness, and the Undead Unicorn stepped out of the void, charging straight towards the cauldron.
"Bang!"
With a dull thud, the pot was sent flying high into the air by the Undead Unicorn's impact, rolled twice in the air, and crashed heavily to the ground.
As the liquid splashed all around, a soft, limp object flew out from it.
"Clatter!"
It fell onto the muddy ground a few steps away from the pot.
The eyes of all three people present fell on the object, and none of them spoke first.
That thing... its outline looks like a person.
"Master!" Peter cried out in terror, collapsing to the ground.
"Shut up, you useless bastard!"
An angry voice came from the humanoid object lying on the ground.
Then, the man stood up.
Morris looked up and was slightly taken aback.
Without a doubt, this person was Voldemort, who had already been resurrected. He had already guessed it.
But how should I put it... the other person's current appearance is somewhat bizarre.
He was about 1.8 meters tall, but his limbs were not fully developed. His left arm was atrophied and shorter than his right arm, with his fingers curled up and unable to extend. His legs were also different lengths, making his posture look crooked and as if he might fall at any moment.
Besides, look at that face; it looks like it's been flattened, all wrinkled, with two small holes for the nose and almost no lips.
Only those two scarlet eyes still looked somewhat human, except for the fact that they were slightly different sizes.
It was clear that Peter had just been creating a new body for Voldemort.
Unfortunately, the ritual to rebuild the body was forcibly interrupted by Morris's Undead Unicorn.
The current Voldemort is probably a bit... underdeveloped?
Please forgive him for not being able to think of a good adjective.
While the others were observing Voldemort, Voldemort was also examining himself.
He touched his face with his still relatively intact right hand, then staggered forward two more steps, his movements slow and unsteady.
"This is... my body?"
Voldemort's voice rang out again.
His tone was calm, yet it sent a chill down Peter's spine.
Voldemort is blaming himself!
Upon learning this, Peter began to tremble, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.
"Master... Master, it's not my fault... it's him!"
He pointed at Morris and shouted, " Morris Black! He ruined the ceremony!"
Voldemort stopped looking at Peter and slowly turned his head to look in the direction of Harry and Morris.
Harry felt the scar on his forehead burning and stinging, but he dared not move.
Morris then took out the Surveillance Crystal Ball he had just repaired from his pocket, raised it, and aimed it at Voldemort.
"Um... Mr. Voldemort," he said with a smile, "We're broadcasting live, so please mind your image. Could you please put on some clothes?"
That's right, the Surveillance Crystal Ball in his hand is transmitting the scene in front of him to all the viewers of the Triwizard Tournament.
Live broadcast in progress.
After Voldemort emerged from the pot, he remained completely naked. Although details were obscured in the darkness, it was still somewhat unsightly.
This kind of scene probably wouldn't be shown on Muggle televisions.
Harry suddenly felt that the scar on his head no longer hurt.
What is Morris saying...?
His mind went blank.
Voldemort fell silent, his crimson eyes fixed on the grinning young man before him.
"Wand!"
He suddenly roared at Peter.
Peter shuddered, as if waking from a nightmare, and scrambled to his feet, throwing his wand at Voldemort.
He knew that only in this way could he have a glimmer of hope.
He might survive if punished by Voldemort. But if he fell into the hands of the Ministry of Magic or Morris, he would have no chance of survival.
Voldemort extended his good right hand and caught the wand steadily.
He spread his arms wide in ecstasy, tilted his head back, as if savoring this long-lost feeling of being in control of everything.
It's a pity that the withered left hand made what should have been a very impressive scene look somewhat comical.
Voldemort seemed to realize this as well, raising his head, raising his right hand, and pointing the tip of his staff at Morris.
"You are very brave, child," he said, a ferocious expression on his face. "Avada—"
Before the incantation could be finished, the Undead Unicorn had been quietly waiting nearby suddenly launched a charge.
-Take my life!
Voldemort can only change targets.
The blinding green light struck the Undead Unicorn head-on, hitting its chest and leaving a charred hole.
The Undead Unicorn let out an angry roar, its legs buckled, and it collapsed to the ground.
The Killing Curse didn't kill it, but it did cause it serious damage.
Seeing this, Morris's expression finally became more serious.
The deadly Killing Curse that could harm him was definitely not to be underestimated.
Even though Voldemort's body was mutilated, his magical power was by no means weak, and his oppressive aura was not diminished in the slightest by his bizarre appearance.
However, although Morris was very curious about Voldemort's strength, he did not intend to take action himself at this moment.
Everyone's watching, so he can't reveal his hand.
The next thing to do is actually very simple: cast a powerful Dumbledore Summoning spell!
Morris took out the phoenix tail feather that Dumbledore had given him earlier from his pocket and held it in his palm.
The next second, a burst of golden-red light erupted, and a clear cry came from the horizon, echoing throughout the entire cemetery.
Flames surged, heat waves swept across the face, and Dumbledore emerged from them, his beard fluttering slightly in the warm breeze, a Surveillance Crystal Ball clutched in his hand.
"Good evening, Tom," said Dumbledore.
The cemetery fell silent for a moment.
Harry let out a long sigh of relief, his tense body finally relaxing.
Dumbledore arrived, they were safe.
Voldemort glanced at Dumbledore, and without the slightest hesitation, swiftly raised his wand, " Avada Kedavra!"
This greeting was undeniably warm.
Dumbledore immediately cast a spell, and in an instant, a thick earthen wall rose from the ground, blocking the Killing Curse.
However, when the earthen wall disappeared, the spot where Voldemort and Peter had stood was now empty.
"You're quite fast." Morris glanced at the empty arena and suggested, "Perhaps you should cast Anti-Apparition Jinx first."
Dumbledore shook his head. "This kind of magic can't be set up in a short time."
Morris shrugged and pointed his wand behind him.
The rope binding Harry snapped.
Harry staggered forward two steps, the marks on his arms red and swollen, oozing blood.
But he didn't care about that and quickly ran to Dumbledore and Morris.
" Voldemort escaped?" Harry's voice was urgent.
"I think so," Dumbledore said calmly, his gaze lingering on the direction Voldemort had disappeared, lost in thought. "Let's go back first."
Fawkes circled overhead once, scattering a few golden-red sparks.
"Grab my robe, hold on tight," said Dumbledore.
Harry and Morris did as instructed.
The flames surged up again, engulfing the three figures.