Professor Vampire.

Chapter 132: Chapter 132 A potion that can bring people back to life.

"Enough!" Voldemort's expression was indifferent, his eyes were full of coldness, "Severus, you disappoint me!"

Then, he raised his wand——

"Crucio!"

Snape's face turned pale in an instant, and he fell heavily to the ground, shaking all over.

"This is just the beginning, Severus. Are you going to give up now?" Looking at Snape's pale and trembling face, Voldemort cracked his mouth and showed a sick smile.

Then, he turned his head to look at the Death Eaters sitting next to the long table, and his expression became fierce again, "Did you see it? This is the end of betraying me!"

The meeting room in the entire bunker was silent, and the Death Eaters were all silent, leaving only Voldemort's gloomy voice still echoing in the room.

At this moment, Snape's weak and depressed voice suddenly sounded in the meeting room-

"Master... I really didn't betray you..." Under the severe torture of the Cruciatus Curse, his voice was very low and hoarse, but it revealed an extreme firmness.

Seeing Snape's resolute expression, Voldemort's movements could not help but stagnate.

"Are you still stubborn, Severus?" he asked softly.

"It's not stubborn... I'm just stating a fact..." Snape took a breath and said with a big breath while Voldemort relaxed.

Voldemort's eyes condensed, although his face was still as cold as ever, but the Cruciatus Curse that was being cast finally stopped unconsciously.

"Forget it, catch him." He waved to the Death Eater beside him.

Snape did not struggle, allowing himself to be tied up tightly with ropes.

The meeting room fell into a deathly silence again...

After this terrifying silence, another green flame rose from the fireplace, breaking the dead silence.

A handsome black-haired young man walked out of the flames.

Seeing the newcomer, all the Death Eaters present, even Voldemort himself, had a somewhat subtle expression.

In the eyes of Voldemort and the Death Eaters, there were only two candidates for the traitors on their side, and they were the only two people who could report to Dumbledore and Dracula in Hogwarts in time -

Severus Snape, who is now the professor of Potions, and Tom Riddle, the assistant teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Voldemort's clone.

Only these two people who were originally in Hogwarts had the opportunity to inform Dracula in time and let him arrive at the fortress of Azkaban before Voldemort.

Now, as long as it can be confirmed that Voldemort's clone did not betray the Death Eaters, it can basically be concluded that Snape is a traitor to the organization! No matter how hard he tries, it will be useless!

"Have you brought what I want?" Voldemort asked Riddle with a cold face, "I remember I said that this is your last chance. I hope you can seize it!"

Riddle stared at Voldemort's scarlet eyes, and then smiled slightly.

"Fortunately, I have fulfilled my mission!" he said.

At the same time, Riddle took out a slender crystal bottle from his pocket, which was filled with bright red blood.

Perhaps because Riddle had failed to complete the task too many times, Voldemort couldn't help showing a surprised expression after taking the crystal bottle from Riddle's hand.

He pulled out the lid, stared at the blood in the bottle, and checked it carefully.

"Yes, this is indeed Harry Potter's blood." Voldemort's eyes showed a suppressed ecstasy, "I can feel that there is also a kind of blood magic contained in it, which is a protective spell specifically for me."

Then, he turned his eyes to Riddle who brought the blood, and waved his hand, "You did a good job this time. Do you want any reward? Just ask, I will try my best to satisfy your wishes!"

"I don't need any reward." Riddle smiled and shook his head gently, "Your timely recovery of your peak strength is the greatest benefit for a clone like me."

Voldemort's expression became more satisfied, and he nodded to Riddle approvingly.

"Severus, do you have anything else to say now?" He looked at Snape who was tied up tightly, and asked with pride.

"I...still hold my previous opinion." Snape said firmly, "Remember to be careful of your clone..."

"It's come to this point, are you still unwilling to admit that you are an undercover agent?" Voldemort said coldly, "Severus, if you admit it honestly, I might even give you a way out for your years of hard work."

"But if you are still so stubborn...I believe you also know that I have countless ways to make people live worse than death!"

"Admit it, Severus." Voldemort's voice was full of temptation, "Or...are the two words 'I admit' so difficult to express?"

"How can you admit something you haven't done?"

Snape's expression has become numb, but his psychological defense line is still very strong, and he is unwilling to admit the "fact" that he is an undercover agent.

"Good! You are very good!" Voldemort was angry and laughed, "It seems that I must let you see with your own eyes how I have recovered to my peak strength! You will regret leaving me!"

He clapped his hands.

A house elf appeared in the meeting room carrying a huge crucible that was two or three times larger than its body.

The house elf saw Voldemort's distorted facial features and scarlet eyes, and took two steps back in fear.

Like many house elves, this one was also very short, with bat-like ears, a slender nose, and protruding green eyes as big as tennis balls.

But unlike other house elves, if you look closely, you may find that the elf's green eyes as big as tennis balls are not only filled with obedience to wizards, but also contain some yearning for freedom.

"Come here and put the crucible in the middle of the table." Voldemort ordered it as a matter of course.

But the elf did not walk over obediently. It carried the crucible and subconsciously took a step back.

"I told you to come over here!" Voldemort said more forcefully, turning to look at Lucius. "Lucius, your house-elf seems to have some ideas of his own!"

Looking at the rebellious behavior of his house-elf, Lucius was so anxious that his face almost turned green.

He stood up quickly and scolded loudly: "Dobby, the Dark Lord asked you to put the crucible over, didn't you hear it?!"

The house-elf named Dobby was forced to walk to the middle of the long table after hearing the master's order, and put down the huge crucible in his hand with a struggling face.

"Go aside and punish yourself in front of the Dark Lord!" Lucius continued to scold.

Dobby choked comically, and then banged his head against the wall frantically.

"Bad Dobby... Bad Dobby... Don't listen to the master..." The elf banged against the wall painfully, making a series of heavy noises.

At the same time, no one noticed that the house-elf Dobby was still whispering in a voice that no one else could hear:

"Bad Dobby... Bad Dobby helped the Dark Lord who must not be named... But Dobby didn't have the courage to resist..."

"Shut him up, Lucius." Voldemort said.

"Don't make any sound, Dobby!" Lucius said fiercely.

Dobby immediately shut his mouth and stopped hitting the wall, and instead used four tiny fingers to silently tear his ears.

Voldemort glanced at the house-elf and stopped paying too much attention.

His attention was now focused on the crucible that Dobby had brought over.

The other Death Eaters also stared at the huge crucible in front of them curiously, wondering what the Dark Lord wanted to do with it.

"Watch out, Severus." Under the curious gazes of the Death Eaters, Voldemort suddenly said to Snape, "I know that your attainments in potions are deep enough, so I originally wanted to give this pot of potion to you to brew... but you betrayed me."

"In that case... Avery!"

Avery, whose name was called, walked out with a smug look on his face, and looked at Snape with disdain, obviously very satisfied with such a credit for free.

"This potion is not difficult to brew, I hope you won't let me down." Voldemort said coldly.

Avery nodded confidently and raised his wand to the huge crucible-

"Clear water like a spring (Aguamenti)."

A stream of water quickly gushed out from the tip of Avery's wand, and with the continuous splashing sound, the crucible was gradually filled with water-

This crucible is very large, and when it is filled with water, it can completely submerge an adult sitting in it.

Voldemort looked at the cauldron filled with water, his eyes becoming more and more excited, and he even lost control of his own magical aura, causing his black robe to flutter.

Avery waved his wand again, dotted and scratched the bottom of the crucible, and chanted another spell -

"Indio."

A crackling flame sprang up under the crucible, and the fire gradually grew.

Then, Avery took out several pre-prepared potion materials from a bag and added them to the crucible.

After another complicated operation, the water in the crucible gradually turned into a green color, emitting a strange and unpleasant smell.

The liquid in the crucible gradually took on the appearance of potion.

Under Voldemort's eager gaze, the potion in the crucible did not disappoint him, and it heated up very quickly.

Within two minutes, its surface not only began to boil, but also burst out strong sparks, as if it was burning.

The steam became thicker and thicker, and the figures of many Death Eaters present became blurred in the thick steam.

Voldemort's robes fluttered more violently.

"Quick!"

His sharp and cold voice revealed a strong sense of urgency, expectation and enthusiasm.

"It will be ready soon, Master." Avery wiped the sweat from his head and said tremblingly.

After all, he was not a potion master like Snape. This potion, which was not difficult to brew in Voldemort's mouth, still consumed too much of his mind.

After a while, the entire boiling water surface suddenly calmed down.

Bright and dazzling sparks flashed on the water surface, emitting sparkling light in the thick steam, as if it was covered with diamonds.

"It's done, Master." Avery breathed a sigh of relief, and his hand holding the wand relaxed.

Snape, who was tied to the side, looked at him with disgust, as if he despised Avery's unprofessional way of brewing potions.

"Now!"

Voldemort's sparkling scarlet eyes were filled with ecstasy, and his twisted features became even uglier, his whole face looked more like a flat snake face than ever before!

Looking at Voldemort's ugly face, Riddle frowned slightly, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.

But Voldemort's attention was all attracted by the potion in front of him, and he did not notice Riddle's abnormality.

He walked straight to the crucible, jumped lightly, and stood on the edge of the hot crucible.

Avery took a deep breath, knowing that the next process was more important than all the previous steps combined, and raised his wand without any carelessness.

"Father's bones, accidentally donated, can make your son regenerate!" At Voldemort's impatient signal, he said with a trembling voice.

Voldemort, who was standing on the edge of the crucible, suddenly separated wisps of gray smoke and dust from his body, and combined into a complete human skeleton shape above the diamond-like liquid.

Then, the skeleton gently fell into the crucible, and with a hissing sound, it sank gently.

The diamond-like liquid surface suddenly broke, the water surface crackled, sparks splashed, and the liquid turned bright red and blue, looking like the most toxic poison in the world.

After separating the skeleton of his father, Tom Riddle Sr., Voldemort's figure suddenly became much more illusory.

He looked at Avery with cold eyes. Even though it was an illusory figure, the powerful deterrence still almost made Avery breathless.

Avery took a deep breath, raised his right arm tremblingly, and turned the wand in his left hand, which was pointing at the crucible, to his right hand.

"The flesh of a servant, voluntarily donated... can make your master... reborn..." he said with difficulty.

Then, Avery closed his eyes-

"Diffindo."

He let out a painful scream.

Then came the chilling "plop" sound, and Avery's broken hand was thrown into the crucible.

The potion in the crucible immediately turned a fiery red color, and the strong light almost penetrated the thick steam in the meeting room, illuminating the chilling expressions of all the Death Eaters...

Avery gasped and groaned in pain.

He hastily treated the huge wound on his right wrist, put down his wand, and slowly took the bottle of Harry's blood from Voldemort with his only remaining left hand.

"The blood of the enemy... forced to give... can resurrect your enemy!"

Avery poured Harry's blood into the crucible.

The liquid in the crucible immediately turned a dazzling white. The liquid was almost boiling again, and diamond-like sparks kept splashing everywhere, extremely bright and dazzling, completely dispersing all the steam around.

Avery completed the task and knelt down beside Voldemort at the edge of the crucible.

He covered his broken arm, looked up at the Dark Lord's satisfied and excited expression, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief. He knew he had done a great job.

At this moment, Riddle, who had been standing aside and watching for a long time, suddenly moved!