Chapter 675 The Worst Toolman in the Wizarding World, Voldemort

Time back to half an hour ago, Department of Mysteries, Arch of the Underworld.

After interrupting the reunion of Harry’s father and son, who were originally separated by yin and yang, Cedric also jumped out through the gap in the ceiling that was cut by Gryffindor.

However, his figure just came out of the gap in less than half a second, and then turned back again.

Under the puzzled eyes of Harry and James, they returned to Cedric on the stone platform of the arch, and pressed their hands on the flat surface again.

Another Bai Jue was summoned by him, but this time it was different from the previous one.

Looking at Bai Jue on the ground, Cedric pulled out a metal plate the size of a mobile phone from his pocket, as well as some small engraving tools, and began to engrave on the Mithril metal plate.

“Cedric?” Harry asked, puzzled. “Aren’t we going to the battlefield?”

“Don’t worry,” Cedric didn’t stop the movement of engraving the magic pattern in his hand, “I just remembered that we can summon a powerful fighting force again.”

This time it was James who said, “Who?”

“You are very familiar,” Cedric’s hand drawing the magic pattern suddenly stopped, “Second-generation Dark Lord, Tom Riddle, or…”

Harry’s expression was extremely serious, “Voldemort!?”

After a few clicks, the spell used to control the filthy reincarnated was finished. Cedric didn’t answer Harry’s words, and rather violently inserted the metal plate in his hand into Bai Jue’s head.

A quaint ring appeared in his hand.

This is impressively handed down from generation to generation by the Gaunt family. It used to be inlaid with a resurrection stone and was later made into a Horcrux by Voldemort.

Of course, this ring now only has a bare ring, and the resurrection stone on it has long been pried off.

Due to the fact that it was made into a Horcrux by Voldemort, although the soul fragments in it have been destroyed, the ring still retains Voldemort’s soul breath.

Since the magic creation of the Marauder’s Map can quite outrageously bring its creator, Harry’s father James, back to the underworld and resurrect his soul.

So now, with this Horcrux ring that once belonged to Voldemort, wouldn’t it be possible to resurrect Voldemort, the second-generation Meguro Lord of the wizarding world?

There is a saying that goes, the enemy of the enemy is the friend.

Once Snape said something out of his heart, now Voldemort can already belong to Konoha as a friend.

Cedric naturally started trying without hesitation.

Of course, the necessary insurance has to be done, otherwise, when the three founders have all left, the three of them present together are not enough for Voldemort to fight with one hand.

This insurance is the mithril metal plate with the curse imprint that Cedric buried in Bai Jue’s head just now.

“The art of psychic reincarnation of dirty soil!”

After Cedric placed the resurrection stone ring on Bai Jue’s body and read the spell that Kyle taught him, the door to the underworld opened again.

A stream of light flew out of it and submerged into Bai Jue’s body.

Among the large pieces of flying paper, a man’s black figure slowly stepped out, tall and thin, like a living skeleton.

After a while, a man with a bald head and two slits in his nostrils appeared in front of Cedric.

Voldemort, resurrected again.

Long, pale fingers caressed his chest, arms, and face, feeling the real touch, and the expression on Voldemort’s face was unbelievable.

After the wizard dies, the soul stays in the underworld, and there is no memory in the underworld.

That is to say, Voldemort’s memory is still stuck in the last moments before his death, when Snape’s heart was pierced by Snape at the Ministry of Magic.

Voldemort raised his hands and moved his fingers, the expression on his face gradually changing from disbelief to the ecstasy of being born again.

I don’t know how long after laughing wildly, Voldemort finally noticed that there were three living people standing beside him.

Ah no, two living people, and one living dead like him.

He turned his bright red eyes to Cedric, who Voldemort recognized as the old-fashioned serpent-speaker who followed Kyle Grindelwald, the fourth-generation Dark Lord.

After looking at Cedric for a few seconds, Voldemort let out a cold, sharp giggle after confirming that it was this man who had resurrected him.

“You did a great job,” he said languidly. “What reward do you want?”

Cedric was not used to him, and directly formed a handprint learned from Kyle, and Voldemort instantly found that his body moved uncontrollably.

He instantly lost the pretentious demeanor he had before, and the calm and peerless powerhouse demeanor in his voice, instead he became panicked.

“What exactly did you do?”

Cedric sneered, “I just want to borrow your strength. Before resurrecting you, wouldn’t I do the necessary means of control?”

Without waiting for Voldemort to speak, the next moment his body was under the control of Cedric, like a sealed tailed beast, turned into a streamer and submerged into James’ body.

James, who was forced to become Voldemort’s Zhuli, did not leave a gossip seal on the surface of his body like other people Zhuli.

But on his chest, a human face emerged, a face that belonged to Voldemort.

Voldemort can be said to be the most miserable tool man in the entire wizarding world.

Not only did the body not rest in peace after death, but was made into a fighting puppet by Snape, and turned into a ten-tailed dragon who was being beaten by the allied forces of the witch world.

And now, his soul was pulled out of the underworld by Cedric again, and UU reading www.uukanshu.com forcibly stuffed it into James, who was also a reincarnator of the dirty earth.

Both the soul and the body are used, and the last bit of value left after death will be squeezed out.

It can really be said that the listeners are sad and the listeners cry.

Feeling the powerful force in his body that belonged to Voldemort, but could be mobilized by his will, James’ expression was a little surprised.

“Is this the power of Voldemort…”

There was a slight smile on Cedric’s face, “Okay, let’s get acquainted with the new power on the road.”

The smile on his face suddenly subsided, “Now we have been delayed for a long time, and we have to set off for the battlefield quickly.”

The smiles on James and Harry’s faces, which had gained new power, froze instantly after hearing Cedric’s words.

The next moment, the three figures disappeared into the Department of Mysterious Affairs.

This mysterious, inaccessible room once again returned to its original empty appearance, save for the stone arches erected on the stone platform, and the windless and automatic drapery floating.