Chapter 158: Voldemort's Failed Resurrection

As the saying goes: strangers will kill you half, acquaintances will kill you. Don’t be afraid of being cheated by strangers, but be afraid of being cheated by acquaintances!

Professor Trelawney's so-called great-great-grandmother's heirloom is definitely not worth a thousand galleons. If you cut it off to zero, it might be just right... This Borov must be at a loss.

But there is no way, who gave Trelawney the duality of divination, gods and ghosts.

When she is reliable, she can predict events more than ten years in the future; when she is unreliable, she is a complete old liar.

Professor Trelawney cannot believe everything she says, but she cannot believe it entirely.

Especially since Rolf returned to Hogwarts across six months of time and space and was still accurately found by her, he didn't believe it was a pure coincidence.

The wizarding world doesn't believe in luck!

Besides, a thousand galleons is not a lot of money for Rove, so let’s just spend it to buy peace.

Rolf sent Professor Trelawney to the school hospital and asked Madam Pomfrey to help her relieve her hangover. Then he went to the principal's office again. This time he did not encounter other wizards, and the journey was smooth.

Dumbledore, who was sitting behind his desk, looked at the young man who knocked on the door and asked softly:

"Rolf, it's so late. Is there anything urgent that you came to see me for?"

Luofu sat on the chair opposite the old man and said straight to the point:

"Professor Dumbledore, I do have something urgent. In an hour, Peter Pettigrew will sneak into Gryffindor Tower."

"Peter Pettigrew?" Dumbledore asked, "Is he going to attack Harry?"

"No, he wanted to sneak into George and Fried's dormitory." Rove explained:

"They have a Marauder's Map in their hands, which can show the activities of every wizard in the school. That's what he is looking for."

"How did you learn about this?"

Rolf didn't say anything, but just pulled out the golden timer from his neck. Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and said:

"You used Miss Granger's time-turner, from an hour in the future?"

"Professor, I did use a time turner." Rove shook his head and said, "But it didn't come from an hour later."

The young man smiled slightly and said, "I come from six months later."

The old man was stunned and almost thought he heard wrongly.

The portraits of the principals on the wall no longer pretended to be asleep. They all opened their eyes and cooed at each other.

Red-nosed Dexter Fusco said excitedly:

"Rolf, tell me quickly what are the lottery numbers for the Daily Prophet's annual prize?

I bought lottery tickets every day during my lifetime and never won more than one galleone. "

"You don't think you can really win the lottery if you know the numbers, do you?" Luo Fe laughed dumbly and said: "They will change the numbers. In the end, the staff will win the lottery."

"..."

"Rolf, then you told me did the Ravenclaw Quidditch team reach the finals this year?" Evra asked hurriedly.

"Ravenclaw is in the semi-finals again, with a very stable record."

Evra whined: "Can I see Ravenclaw winning the championship before Dumbledore retires?"

The principals of other colleges jeered.

"It's difficult!" Phineas Black, wearing a monocle, screamed:

"Hey, Scamander boy, how is my great-great-grandson? Is he dead?"

"Not dead." Rolf shook his head and said, "But Sirius destroyed the frame of your picture at No. 12 Grimmauld Place."

Phineas shouted angrily: "This beast!"

Dumbledore, who had been silent for a long time, interrupted their nonsense. He pushed up his half-moon glasses and continued to ask:

"Rolf, did I ask you to come from the future?"

"Yes." Luofu suppressed his smile and said seriously: "I need your help."

"Help... shouldn't you be referring to Peter Pettigrew from Gryffindor Tower, right?"

Dumbledore crossed his arms and said slowly:

"If you just go there to capture Peter, with your ability, you don't need my help, and you won't delay it until next Easter to use the time turner to go back to the present day."

Rolf secretly sighed at Dumbledore's thoughtfulness, he nodded and said:

"In addition to Gryffindor Tower, there is also Peter Pettigrew tonight, who brought Voldemort back from Easter... I came after them."

"So..." Dumbledore said in surprise: "They also got a time turner?"

"That's right." Rolf was about to tell everything, but Dumbledore raised his hand to stop him.

The old man seemed to see through the young man's thoughts and said calmly:

"Rolf, it's not appropriate for me to know too much about the future. If I knew, I would be unable to help but take action instead of letting it develop.

The history you have experienced in the past year will also be completely rewritten, and you will be counterattacked by the power of time, do you know? "

Luofu nodded and said: "I know!"

"So what should we do next?" Dumbledore asked.

Luofu looked out the window. The moonlight streamed in through the gap between the narrow windows, leaving silver spots on the young man's face. He looked far into the Forbidden Forest Road:

"To the Forbidden Forest,

Kill Peter first,

Kill Voldemort again! "

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The night covered the mountains, and there was silence all around. The moonlight poured down, and there were shadows, which was extremely eerie and terrifying.

Peter Pettigrew was sitting on a moss-covered rock, working on the soles of his shoes to pull out a large fragment of bone.

"Master, I found it." Peter shouted excitedly:

"I stepped on your father's bones before and found his remnants... We have your father's bones, so we don't have to go back to that cemetery."

Voldemort's red eyes were fixed on Wormtail, not knowing whether to praise him or punish him.

"Now that you have it, let me be resurrected."

"Yes, Master." Peter waved his wand excitedly and created a stone crucible again.

After adding water and potion, Peter lit the cauldron, put Voldemort into it, and then threw the bone residue in. He whispered:

"Father's bones, accidentally donated, can regenerate your son!"

The potion hissed, sparks flew, and the liquid turned an eerie... black color.

Peter lifted up his cloak, cut off a large piece of flesh from his chest for the second time, and threw it into the cauldron.

“The flesh of your servant, given voluntarily, may bring about the rebirth of your master!”

Peter finally picked up the piece of Harry Potter's flesh that Voldemort had bitten off, squeezed out the blood, and dripped it into the crucible.

“The blood of your enemies, forced to give, can bring your enemies back to life!”

The crucible boiled, and diamond-like sparks flew out in all directions, turning everything around it into a black velvet color.

Suddenly, the flame on the crucible went out, and the color of the potion turned gray-green, like the mud in a swamp.

A stench rose up from the crucible. It was a mixture of urine, feces and rotten meat, as well as the stench of corpses, abscesses and festering wounds.

The stench was so strong that it almost made Peter vomit. He covered his mouth and backed away quickly.

Peter suddenly heard sobs coming from the crucible, followed by a shrill and painful scream, like a crying baby after being severely whipped.

"Master, are you okay?" Peter had already retreated behind a big tree. He asked worriedly: "Is this a normal phenomenon of resurrection?"

The blood-curdling screams suddenly stopped. Peter was about to walk over and check, but the crucible...

Exploded!

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