Chapter 91 Resurrection

Residents living in the suburbs of London always feel that this summer is a little weird. At the end of August, it is the hottest time of the year, and every household has to turn on the stove that has been collecting dust for a long time, otherwise the biting cold will penetrate the house and make it difficult to sleep.

There was no moon in the sky, not even the faintest star. Thick black clouds piled in the sky, coupled with the biting cold and deep fog, it is definitely the best place to shoot a horror movie.

The backyard of that house has changed. Several red ropes intersected in the air to form complex trajectories as if being pulled by invisible forces. Wind chimes hung at intervals under the red ropes, and a gust of wind blew by. The wind chimes made a tinkling sound. The flowers swaying in the wind make this place more like hell.

The red rope formed an irregular circle, with a huge crucible placed in the middle. The boiling liquid in the crucible showed a deep red color.

Mu Yu stood next to the crucible and looked up at the sky, while Tom Riddle stood quietly beside her. The closer they got to the resurrection time, the fewer and fewer they talked. Until today, they have not said a word to each other. Peter Pettigrew on the other side did not dare to say a word. He was only allowed to stay at the farthest point to guard the formation in case someone suddenly broke in.

"It's time. Go in." Mu Yu had never been so gentle before. She seemed to be coaxing a child.

Tom Riddle took a deep look at her, with too many emotions surging in his scarlet eyes. He seemed to have thousands of words, but the thousands of words gathered at his lips were lost in silence.

He jumped directly into the crucible.

The flames burst out with a few sparks, beating even more violently.

There was no wind at this time, but all the wind chimes rang in order, and the crisp sound made the cemetery even more eerie. An obscure spell flowed out of Mu Yu's mouth, and her ethereal voice made the spell less like a spell and more like a story. About eternity and a moment, about death and rebirth, about law and chaos.

The gentle spell blended into the night, and was torn into a wail by the night.

She took the first step. The ancient art of Zhu Youzhi and alchemy are the most perfect fit.

The art of Zhu You is responsible for communicating with heaven and earth and endowing the body with aura, while the art of alchemy is responsible for creation. Every step must be taken at the right place and at the right time, otherwise the caster will suffer terrible backlash.

The girl was dancing lightly in the cemetery, her black robe flying, and she seemed like a wandering ghost at this time.

The first white jade box floating in the air was opened, and the first Nascent Soul fell directly into the liquid that was already boiling more and more vigorously.

The first sacrifice.

The liquid rose with golden brilliance, the thick clouds in the distance became tighter, the wind blew violently, and all the wind chimes were beating crazily. The sound of jingling bells is more like a reminder in the courtyard.

Her pace was slow at first, but became faster and faster after the first sacrifice. Sobs lingered faintly over the cemetery. The second Nascent Soul fell into the hot potion.

The second offering.

At this time, her trajectory was already elusive, and the faint sobs hovering in the air gradually expanded into wails, like hundreds of babies crying in people's ears, carrying the strong wind and drifting farther away.

The third Nascent Soul, the last sacrifice.

Thick clouds have obscured all the bright colors in the sky. If a person goes out now, he will find that even the brightest lamp cannot lighten the darkness under his feet.

The potion turned pale gold.

Mu Yu finally stopped at this time. She waved her hand and the remaining three white jade boxes fell into them one after another. Nagini came out of nowhere and placed it at her feet. The potion emitted a white halo, and she heard Peter Pettigrew sobbing quietly in the distance. The white halo gradually evolved into a black velvet color.

A man slowly emerged from it. Mu Yu originally thought that his new body would still be in pieces. After all, he hated his previous appearance so much. However, the figure that emerged from it still looked like he was sixteen years old.

Black jade-like hair, tall figure, pale and slender fingers. Only those eyes were no longer the deep black, but the scarlet red she was familiar with.

Peter on the side shrank back again. He glanced at Mu Yu in surprise, but the latter calmly turned around slightly.

Mu Yu was neither excited nor excited, as if she was just a passerby. She should have guessed that Phoenix Song had lifted the unicorn's curse, and naturally had also lifted the various transformation spells he had placed on his body in the past. When he split his first Horcrux at the age of sixteen and chose this so-called path to immortality, it was destined that his appearance would only be fixed at the time of splitting.

He obviously also noticed the changes in his new body. He spent decades trying to get rid of this look that disgusted him, but fate took a strange turn. The coveted phoenix pine lifted the unicorn curse and returned the body at the same time.

Even the sound of the wind disappeared in the dead silence.

The slender fingers stroked this face that was so perfect that no mistakes could be made, starting from the hair, to the bridge of the nose, and finally to the lips. Every inch of the perfection that was stroked collapsed, until it finally collapsed.

After twisting the face into his favorite shape, he admired this body that was more powerful than before with a mixture of greed, excitement, and pride.

Mu Yu remained silent throughout the whole process, and returned the wand to him in time.

Memories that I had been resisting came flooding back at this moment. The residual warmth of that Christmas embrace seemed to have penetrated into the cold and desolate courtyard across an insurmountable time and space, and the strong wind from the tower once again howled in the cold summer night. What's worse is that new and increasingly irresistible memories are constantly overlapping on top of it.

Fortunately, there is always an end in the end. No matter how many memories you have, one day they will end.

"My robe," he ordered Peter.

Peter tremblingly stepped forward and put the black robe on him. After stroking the long-lost wand again, he officially turned his attention to that figure. Her warmth still remained on the wand.

This was also the body she forged for him. Even if she never said it, he knew that gathering all the materials almost cost her most of her life.

The deep scar on his abdomen already revealed the answer. She may have paid more than one scar.

The vague pride climbed to its peak at this time, completely overriding other emotions. However, pride was far from enough to describe his mood. There seemed to be something else, like the scalding apple pie, burning his chest that had been cold for a long time.

Is it ridiculous, a desire that has been dormant for who knows how long?

"Yu." He was finally able to reach out to her, hold her firmly in his hand, blend into his blood, and knead her into his soul.

Mu Yu was just silent for a while, then suddenly smiled at him and put his hands on those pale and cold hands. Tom Riddle immediately took her hand in his - with his new, vibrant body.

The two hands clasped together could only convey the coldness that penetrated into the bone marrow.

They were so close, and he smelled the light sandalwood again, also with his new body. Everything seemed to be no different from the state of his soul, but it seemed to have changed.

"It's time for you to see them, Feather, my new family," he ordered coldly to Wormtail, "Stretch out your arms."

Wormtail sobbed and tremblingly stretched out his arms, Tom Riddle still holding hands. Zhu Muyu held a wand in one hand. The wand touched the Dark Mark on his hand, and the original red mark turned completely black.

He looked into the dark night and murmured: "After all these years, who dares to come, and who dares not to come?"

For many it was an ordinary night, but for others it was nothing short of a nightmare.

Alesund's long days cannot dispel the haze in the sky. Underground in Norway, Arvids paced the secret weapons factory underground just like a lord patrolling his territory. The underground base has doubled in size compared to before, and the production lines are no longer pitiful. Each production line is like a winding river flowing into the other end. Dozens of house elves are displayed on both sides of the production line, working selflessly.

Everywhere he went, the house elves would bow deeply to him: "By the Lord, sir."

This had become their daily greeting. In a nearly closed space, innocent and simple creatures are most likely to breed fanatical beliefs.

He also smiled and nodded to the house elf, when a man rushed in from the outside: "Mr. Swanstadt."

Arvides pulled him to another room, which had been completely transformed into a weapons storage room. and research lab. The spiritual stone supporting the entire production line hangs from the roof and emits a dazzling light. Looking carefully, there are already models of heavy weapons in the research room.

Seeing that the man was out of sight of the house elf, he rolled up his sleeves and whispered to Arvidus: "He, he is back."

For safety, only one of Grindelwald's remaining old men was branded. Placed the Dark Mark.

Avides stared at the dark mark that was already smoking. For some reason, a peaceful face appeared in his mind. He looked at the spirit stone and sighed softly: "The sky is going to change. Changes will happen. It's more intense than ever."

After a bunch of politicians were noisy, Ivan leaned back in his chair leisurely: "There is no more perfect slogan than this to guard the country's dream. This is the promise we made to the voters. It can't be changed."

A group of people looked at each other, and finally one person suggested: "We need to compromise with those crazy people and cater to them..."

"The crazy people you mentioned are votes that we cannot lose. The lunatic you are talking about is growing stronger in the plains farms of the south central region. The same lunatic you are talking about will be the key to our victory in the swing states. If you have the ability to steal even a vote from the other side, I will not say another word. "

The response to him was nothing but silence.

In the shadows, Ivan showed a secret smile, then quickly disappeared, continuing to engage in the ongoing struggle to balance with the team.

It was early morning in Kyushu, but the people in the left-behind area had already started working. If people who are overlooking the mud from high up can pay more attention and stay in the dust for a few seconds, they will find that the people who have been stepped on as little as ants have changed. From time to time they bumped shoulders, as if unintentionally, and communicated secret codes with their eyes.

A small flame spread through the dirt.

Shen Yi secretly came to the villa of the deputy speaker of Xianghai City. No matter how old and cunning the latter was, he could not conceal his excitement at this moment: "The clan is finally willing to stand on our side."

"It's not the clan, it's the gods. The clan is just what is needed to fulfill the destiny of heaven," Shen Yi corrected patiently, "Sir, you are A good man, serving the world and the common people, but have you worked hard for so many years, is it effective? Now our true god of Jiuzhou is back, he has not abandoned us, he is willing to protect us, lead us, and is more willing to take care of the suffering people. This is. God’s will allows us to drive away the evil spirits that are pressing down on us.”

In the UK, Spider End Lane is also surrounded by thick fog like the suburbs of London. Severus Snape held his right hand tightly, his face turned pale and trembled slightly as he looked at the thick fog.

He seemed to be struggling and making a difficult decision.

There was a red-haired figure hidden in his black eyes.

Is the willow tree next to Spider End Lane still growing strong?

The fear and trembling was gradually fading away, along with the beautiful figure in his eyes. He buried the past bit by bit into the unfathomable darkness. He will walk in darkness until daylight illuminates the earth.

A plume of black smoke rose from Spider End Alley, and at the same time an owl flew in the direction of Hogwarts.

Tom Riddle led Mu Yu and walked slowly in the backyard. Nagini followed them silently. Mu Yu gently touched its head: "They are here."

Several streaks of black smoke fell to the ground. They were all dressed in black robes and hoods, just like the ones at the Quidditch World Cup. She looked at the faces hidden under ferocious masks. He wanted to let go but was still held tightly: "Yu, together."

Mu Yu smiled with unknown meaning and let him hold her tightly.

There were wizards apparating in every corner, and the relatively spacious courtyard became narrow. They slowly surrounded them step by step. They were confused for a moment when they saw the two figures, but soon their fear overcame their confusion. They watched over and over again, as if they couldn't believe their eyes.

They were confirming that this was indeed their master.

There was something different, even dull people like Crabbe and Goyle could tell.

Until a Death Eater knelt down and climbed up to Tom Riddle and kissed the hem of his robe. He whispered: "Master, Master..."

This man's actions seemed to trigger a mechanism, and everyone present fell to their knees. She crawled to him on the ground and kissed his robe, then silently climbed up and automatically stood in a circle. There's still a gap in the circle, but Tom Riddle isn't about to wait any longer.

He held Mu Yu's hand throughout the whole process.

"Welcome back, my friends." He pulled Mu Yu and walked along the circle. Although there was no wind, the whole circle was shaking silently. "It has been thirteen years. I see that many of you are still healthy. The magic is still even greater than before. I have been thinking about a question, a question that has been bothering me for a long time."

He paused, and this pause made those people tremble even more. He enjoyed this feeling very much.

"Yu, my friends clearly witnessed my power thirteen years ago. They clearly knew that I had the ability to leap over death. Why did they still choose to abandon me? They didn't even try to find me in the past thirteen years."

He is Really waiting for an answer, waiting for Mu Yu's answer.

At this time, everyone's eyes were focused on the girl in the middle who had been silent all this time.

Mu Yu could feel a lot of fear and trembling, but in one place, there was no emotion at all, like a blank sheet of paper.

She chuckled: "Because of fear and interests. Your failure no longer scares them, nor can it give them more benefits."

Snape met the girl's bright eyes, as if he recognized this for the first time. Just like the quiet and well-behaved student he has always been.

All the mysteries have been revealed, the flower of the other side appeared out of thin air in the memory, the anomalies in Albania, and maybe even the news in Norway was her handiwork.