The All-League of Legends Starts From the Heavens Chapter 121

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"Okay, okay, I see." Lu Wu waved his hand impatiently, signaling Pettigrew to stop.

His high-pitched voice sounded like a headache.

Peter hurriedly shut his mouth and made no more sound.

Then, the mage shook the black notebook and asked casually, "How does this thing work?"

Pettigrew was stunned. You don't know anything, so you dare to resurrect the Dark Lord? Where are you from?

But I didn't have the guts to ask questions, so I could only explain the spellcasting process carefully.

After listening, Lu Wu put two drops of Harry's blood in according to what he said, and at the same time, pretended to be casual and asked, "Wormtail, Death Eater?"

"Would you like to make a little sacrifice for your dear master?"

The betrayer instantly understood what the mage meant, and in a panic, he almost curled up into a ball.

But immediately, he seemed to have something in common, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I do!"

Compared with losing a small life, what is one less piece of meat!

As soon as Peter finished speaking, one of his hands broke at the wrist and appeared in the boiling cauldron.

When the hot blood spurted out more than a foot high, he didn't even realize what happened just now.

However, in the next second, a heart-piercing scream broke the silence of the night.

"what--!"

Ignoring the little dwarf stars rolling on the ground, the mage sitting on a stone, rubbing his beard, said thoughtfully, "Oh, I forgot, I still need a life!"

The ancient resurrection ritual follows the principle of equivalent exchange, one life is exchanged for another life, if Voldemort is to be resurrected, one person must die.

Peter, whose face was already covered with blood and dirt, was about to cry without tears, and kept cursing in his heart: "Fake! Fake! Fake!!"

"The materials you need for the ceremony are not ready, so why are you in such a hurry!"

But when the mage turned his gaze to him, Pettigrew immediately froze and fainted.

Knowing that he was pretending, Lu Wu comforted him: "Don't worry, you are still useful and won't kill you."

"Stay here well, the old mage will go back when he goes."

After speaking, he got up and left.

Feeling the sound of footsteps getting farther and farther, Pettigrew quietly opened her eyes a little, and then jumped up from the ground immediately.

Between life and death, Wormtail, which fully stimulated its potential, ran hundreds of meters away in just a few breaths.

Who knows, just when he thought it was safe and was about to slow down, an open space appeared not far ahead.

There was a fire in the middle of the clearing, with a familiar-looking cauldron on it...

When Lu Wu came back, Pettigrew was already tired and collapsed on the ground. No matter how he escaped just now, he would eventually return to this open space, in front of this boiling cauldron.

"Didn't I tell you to stay here obediently?" Lu Wu threw a few millet-sized eight-eyed spiders on the ground and complained, "You are really disobedient."

At this time, Pettigrew didn't have the strength to say a word. He lay on the ground like a dead dog, gasping for breath with his tongue out.

And the few eight-eyed spiders that were still alive and kicking, after finding that they were free, they, like Peter, threw up their eight slender legs and fled in a hurry.

But the result is the same, no matter how far you run away, you will eventually return to the mage.

The schadenfreude Pettigrew, looking at these hapless eight-eyed spiders, immediately felt that he was not so tired, and could not help but pull an ugly smile on his face.

Unexpectedly, he hadn't been happy for too long, and the sudden death of the spider made his expression instantly freeze, returning to the half-dead look before.

On the other side, Lu Wu put his hand on "Ridel's Diary" and pulled it hard, and a broken soul was forcibly pulled out.

It is not entirely true to say that it is incomplete, at least the appearance is complete.

This soul has a handsome face, a long body, and thick black hair. Anyone who sees it will praise its beauty.

He was Voldemort fifty years ago, or Tom Riddle as a student.

Tom, who was forcibly awakened, was a little overwhelmed, but when he saw the crucible next to him, he seemed to understand something.

He floated in the air and looked down at the mage: "Are you my future subordinate?"

"Want to revive me? Well done, save me having to coax a little girl who doesn't know anything."

There is no difference between Voldemort fifty years ago and fifty years later, the same arrogance in his heart.

Unfortunately, the arrogance of the young Voldemort seemed a little ignorant.

In a commanding tone, he asked, "Where is the ceremony?"

Lu Wu didn't answer, just stretched out his hand and pulled Tom's soul out of the air, twisted it, formed a ball, and threw it into the pot.

Immediately afterwards, the old incantation started to be repeated.

And the little dwarf star, who was still lying on the ground and didn't dare to move, was already dumbfounded, and his heart, which was not very big, was almost jumping out of his chest.

Do you dare to do this to the Dark Lord, not afraid that he will kill you after he resurrects?

As the ancient mantra was chanted, the night sky that had just been clear was instantly covered with dark clouds.

The black-painted crucible suddenly burst into flames.

In the red and gold flames, a strange mass of flesh and blood was looming.

The flesh is like an embryo, and the surface is covered with a translucent film covered with mucus, through which the pink-white body can be seen.

Then, the embryo becomes bigger and bigger, and the film on the surface gradually falls off, until it turns into a human appearance.

A few seconds later, the body that was just like a mummy was filled up, and strips of black mist gathered around it and turned into a large robe.

Tom Riddle, who was in a state of soul just now, has been resurrected.

The appearance is still as handsome, the skin is as smooth and tender as a newborn baby, although there is no hair, but there is a nose.

The reborn Tom stroked his smooth head and breathed the long-lost air with intoxication written on his face.

But soon, that face turned gloomy and terrifying.

He turned around quickly and walked towards the mage behind him: "You saved me, and I acknowledge your loyalty."

"You should have gained my trust, but you shouldn't have treated me like that just now!"

"Avada Kedavra!!"

With Tom's roar, a terrifying green light ran towards the mage.

Although he didn't have a wand in his hand at this time, it didn't mean that he couldn't cast the Death Slaying Charm, and it didn't mean that he couldn't kill people.

"The ignorant are the most free." The mage sneered, raised his hand and wiped it lightly, and the terrifying life-suppressing curse was wiped from the world, as if it had never appeared.

Under the unbelievable eyes of his opponent, he clenched his open hand again.

Tom immediately felt as if he was being held down by something, and his whole body shrank involuntarily, and the newly grown bones collided with each other, making a clicking sound.

The unbearable pain distorted his handsome face.

Under a wailing cry, Voldemort, who had been resurrected for less than ten minutes, turned into a meaningless mass of flesh and blood.

Pettigrew felt that he must be dreaming. In this life plus the next life, plus the next life, I am afraid that he will not be able to see such a terrifying scene.

The Dark Lord, who made the whole wizarding world feel terrified, was crushed to death like this?

But the mage seemed to have done a trivial thing, and he took out a crucible exactly the same as just now from the scroll.

At the same time, there is another Horcrux - Ravenclaw's crown.

Chapter end

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