Ancient resurrection magic needs to meet three conditions.


    "Father''s bone", "servant''s flesh", "enemy''s blood".


    "Father''s bone" has been found. Although the process is not very pleasant, the result is fairly smooth.


    The "servant''s meat" is ready-made, and Peter has a surplus whatever he uses.


    Now there is only "enemy''s blood"


    There are many who can be called Voldemort''s enemies. Like Dumbledore, Harry Potter, like the Ministry of Magic who took his ring.


    And, of course, Sauron the devil.


    But now in this situation, he dare not go to Dumbledore and trouble Harry Potter!


    Not to mention Soren, the "demon king" - he couldn''t avoid it. How could he die foolishly?


    Therefore, he and Peter can only attack the single members of the Ministry of magic!


    But it''s not easy.


    Look at people. If those magic beetles are bad, they still have magic wands.


    He and Peter don''t even have a magic wand, and their combat effectiveness is almost zero.


    Fortunately, after so many storms, Voldemort became wiser and more patient than before. The light flashed in his mind and he thought of a wonderful idea


    London, a black street.


    "Come and have a look. The magic crucible, ten thousand gallons, declined to make a counter-offer."


    The pudgy Peter was wrapped in a ragged cloak, showing half his face. He looked funny - he picked up the crucible and cloak, and there was a bad smell on them.


    However, this is just in line with his personal setting: a mysterious wizard revealed all over the world.


    "What crucible is worth ten thousand colons?"


    Many curious people couldn''t help asking, but all they got was Peter''s mysterious smile.


    That pretentious face made people want to beat him.


    More than half a month later, no one came to buy the broken crucible he picked up, but he didn''t care


    Because Peter''s purpose is not to make money


    It''s "fishing".


    ......


    Klein has been completely idle recently.


    He has completely completed the subject of "the tenth use of sheep liver fruit".


    Just yesterday, Snape sent the revised Research Report to the European potion Association.


    Whether it can be published or not is not something he can decide.


    "Idle ~"


    Like a salted fish leaning on the sofa in the common room, Klein sighed.


    Think about it. It''s almost a month since the last movie party was reported.


    As the exam approached, even the most heartless little wizard began to open his books and temporarily picked up the Buddha''s feet.


    People like Draco and pansy, who strive to make progress with various purposes, stay in the library and don''t come back.


    Funny to say, the one who accompanied him most recently was the English short cat "Keith" he gave to pansy.


    "Meow ~"


    The kitten was lying on Klein''s leg with half narrowed eyes, as if she hadn''t woken up. It was very cute.


    Klein reached out and scratched the cat''s chin, blinked, and suddenly raised the idea of whether he should have a pet himself.


    "Pets..."


    His eyes seemed to cross the river of time and saw a talking crow.


    It was his pet, or demon, when he was emperor in his last life.


    Trust, the demon God of the seventy-two pillars ranks 36th, which is not as good as his current contract of baimeng, but it is also quite a face-to-face demon God.


    At that time, the young Klein had just mastered the devil ceremony, and signed a contract with the talking devil. As a result, he had been enduring each other''s endless nonsense in the future


    "It''s terrible."


    Shaking his head, Klein resolutely gave up the idea of continuing to summon STOLAS.


    In fact, strictly speaking, he is also a pet owner. He has solved it hundreds of times. The snake monster who honestly gives him a hair ring is not a pet.


    It''s just that this little guy can''t see people casually.


    Just thinking, suddenly, the enslavement mark left in Voldemort''s soul fluctuated, and Peter, who was ambushed by Voldemort, directly transmitted the complete picture back.


    Voldemort has got the "last key" and began to prepare for the resurrection ceremony!


    "I really let you meet."


    Klein was a little surprised.


    He knew all about Voldemort''s actions at Hogwarts.


    When he thought about it, it would take him at least half a year to get the blood of a member of the Ministry of magic. If he was unlucky, he might be lucky for a few years.


    Unexpectedly, Voldemort''s luck was really good. After waiting for a rabbit for only a month, he met a brain pumping member of the magic department. He was fooled and doubted to drop a drop of blood into the broken crucible, which made up the conditions for Voldemort''s resurrection.


    "Well, let me see a good play."


    In the blue eyes, Klein stroked the cat''s head and said nothing with a smile.


    Thousands of miles away from Hogwarts, a wilderness.


    Father''s bone, no problem.


    The meat of servants is also a problem.


    The enemy''s blood Almost interesting, but it works.


    Voldemort was so excited that Peter''s mood was unstable.


    "Woo woo, master, we finally did it."


    God knows how many beatings Peter got in that black street. If he hadn''t had no money, he might have been poisoned long ago.


    "You did a good job. I''ll reward you a lot in the future."


    Voldemort''s tone revealed unprecedented excitement.


    Not counting the body sacrificed by Chilo (the skull is super hard), the body recast by black magic will be his future body!


    "Master, being loyal to you is the best reward for me."


    Peter is used to saying beautiful things. He smiles. His face is black and blue. He looks a little miserable.


    But at this time, he didn''t care about those. He was just happy and sincerely happy.


    Finally, I don''t have to be parasitized anymore~


    "Prepare the ceremony, my loyal Peter."


    Because of Klein''s special magic, Voldemort Ben was unaware of some of Peter''s psychological activities. Forgetting himself, he really made Peter, who shared joys and hardships with himself, the closest servant.


    Of course, servants are used to make use of everything. It doesn''t matter whether they are loyal or not


    "Yes, my master."


    A master and a servant have their own ghosts, but they get along very well.


    The crucible is ready-made. Just start a fire and pour in other materials.


    Peter prepared the materials and couldn''t wait to recite the spell.


    "Your father''s bone, inadvertently donated, can regenerate your son."


    Put the bone meal into the pot, gudu gudu.


    "The flesh of your servant, if you donate it voluntarily, can bring your master back to life."


    He picked up the knife, bit his teeth and cut off a piece of meat on his arm. Peter bared his teeth and continued to curse with a sad face.


    "The enemy''s blood, forced to give, can revive your enemy."


    There''s no need to bother. The fool''s blood is lying in the pot.


    "Buzz ~"


    An unspeakable wave of magic was generated.


    Voldemort saw the right time, broke away from Peter''s body and rushed into the pot!