Just as Harry Potter was about to make a move, he was suddenly controlled by Peter Pettigrew's wand, his body moving like a puppet on string
Just as Harry Potter was about to make a move, he was suddenly controlled by Peter Pettigrew's wand, his body moving like a puppet on strings.
At the grave of Voldemort's father stood a statue of Death. It had been brought to life by magic and now held Harry Potter tightly in place with its massive scythe.
"Begin the ritual immediately."
Peter Pettigrew was urged on by Voldemort. That eerie voice made it impossible for him to resist.
He first placed Voldemort into the cauldron, just like dropping a whole chicken into a pot for stew. Voldemort was tossed in, and the potion, already boiling, erupted even more violently.
"Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will revive your son."
With a flick of his wand, the grave at Harry Potter's feet opened. A bone floated up from within and dropped into the cauldron. Even before it fully submerged, it began to burn on its own.
"Flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed, you will revive your master."
Putting away his wand and pulling out a dagger, Peter Pettigrew gritted his teeth and cut off his right hand. Since he was left-handed, he could still hold a wand with his remaining hand.
"Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken, you will revive your foe."
Pettigrew walked toward Harry with the dagger. Just as Harry thought he was going to be killed, Peter merely pulled back his sleeve and gave a deep cut across Harry's wrist.
"Resurrection! Once! Again! And again!"
He then flung the blood from the dagger into the cauldron, instantly igniting it into a giant fireball. The violent reaction sent Peter Pettigrew fleeing in terror.
At Hogwarts, the crowd of onlookers saw Peter Pettigrew appear, and Regulus Black immediately ordered the Aurors to apprehend him.
"Dumbledore! Choose—Voldemort's resurrection, or Harry Potter?"
Regulus Black threw the dilemma directly at Dumbledore. When the sky falls, it's the tallest who must bear the weight.
Dumbledore understood exactly what that meant. Either stand by and watch Voldemort return, or use Harry Potter to sabotage the ritual. Regulus Black surely had a plan to achieve the latter. But no matter the choice, it came at the cost of Harry.
Dumbledore hesitated. He had always used Harry and helped him build up fame, but in the end, he might still have to sacrifice the boy.
"Let me remind you, there's a half-minute margin of error in the recording. If you delay the decision, it's over."
Regulus Black wasn't trying to pressure Dumbledore, but the resurrection ritual itself was very time-sensitive. Since the preparations were long, the effect would come quickly. That aligned perfectly with magical principles—it was only fair.
"Fine. Do what you must."
Dumbledore believed Regulus Black had foreseen this situation from the start. Judging by how actively Regulus participated in the Triwizard Tournament and managed all the props, it was clear he had been preparing for this outcome for a long time.
Because Regulus had already sensed Voldemort's impending return.
Snape was visibly shaken—after all, Harry was Lily's only child in this world. Even if he resembled James Potter more, Snape was far more terrified of Voldemort's resurrection. That was a fear that had haunted an entire generation of wizards.
"Fudge! What's your call? Will you sit back and watch Voldemort come back, or will you approve of me stopping it?"
Regulus Black's question forced Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge into a corner once again.
"This... This can't be Voldemort… Impossible…"
Trying to hypnotize himself into denial, Fudge muttered like a senile old man.
"Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will revive your son."
As Peter Pettigrew recited the incantation, many present finally understood what kind of ritual this was. It was a legendary resurrection spell—one that had never been successfully performed and only existed as a theoretical concept.
"There's only a half-minute margin. Voldemort is about to return."
Regulus Black stared at the giant screen showing the bone falling into the bubbling potion.
"Stop him! Regulus, stop him—we have to stop his resurrection!"
Minister Fudge, suddenly jolted into action, realized that if Voldemort returned during his term, it would spell his doom. In this critical moment, he finally came to his senses.
"Brutal Charge!"
Regulus Black had already raised both arms, each equipped with a vambrace. Using their targeting enchantments, he transmitted his spell directly to Harry Potter across the distance.
The large screen on Hogwarts' side continued broadcasting, though it was still showing events from thirty seconds earlier.
"The servant willingly gives his flesh, for the resurrection of his master."
Peter Pettigrew, grimacing in pain, chopped off his own right hand.
"The enemy's blood is taken by force, for the resurrection of his foe."
Peter Pettigrew slashed Harry Potter's wrist with brutal force.
"Resurrect! Once! Again! And again!"
The blood on the dagger was cast into the cauldron, and the entire cauldron burst into flames.
Just as the cauldron ignited, Regulus Black's Savage Charge effect reached the scene.
Harry Potter shattered the statue of Death behind him and hurled himself into the mass of potion floating in midair. His entire body fused into the potion that Voldemort was using for his resurrection.
As Hogwarts' foremost Potions Master, Snape knew this was the only way. Voldemort's resurrection ritual was unstoppable and heavily protected. Only Harry Potter, as part of the potion's ingredients, could enter it without being rejected.
No other method would work. Only by altering the potion's ingredient proportions could the resurrection be thwarted.
What a pity—he was Lily's only child.
Snape was overwhelmed with grief. Watching Lily's child die while being powerless to stop it reminded him of that night so many years ago, when all he could do was hold Lily's lifeless body and weep in regret. And this time, there wouldn't even be a body left to bury.
"Look! There's a humanoid figure in the potion!"
A student let out a horrified cry. Such a magical resurrection ritual was a once-in-a-millennium event, and it was being broadcast live on a massive screen. Who knew how much psychological trauma it would cause these students in the future?
A slender humanoid form began to emerge from the mass of potion—it was a scaled-up infant version of Voldemort. His thin arms and legs slowly curled inward. His entire body was formed from the grey potion, while impurities expelled from the body coiled around like black smoke.
As the figure slowly descended to the ground, facial features began to appear on the bald head. It was Voldemort. Anyone who had seen older records would recognize him. That cold, serpentine evil seemed to radiate through the screen and into the hearts of every viewer.
"Could it be… we failed?"
Regulus Black's expression was one of deep despair. This had been the final struggle, the last resistance—and in the end, they still couldn't stop Voldemort's resurrection.
"How could this happen? How could this happen? Didn't you say you could stop it? Regulus! You must take responsibility for this!"
Minister of Magic Fudge had practically gone mad. Taking responsibility for Voldemort's resurrection—was that something any one person could bear?
"What a joke! I've already done all I could. Even with all the Aurors here and you, the Minister of Magic, no one could stop it. And yet you think that my one attempt to interfere had to succeed?"
Regulus Black shoved off Fudge's hand, his face cold as he looked around at the crowd. Blaming others was human nature. As long as one didn't have to bear the consequences themselves, it seemed acceptable to place blame and guilt on anyone else.
Due to the time delay, Harry Potter's blood had already been added to the cauldron. Regulus Black had thrown himself in, trying to sabotage the resurrection by disrupting the potion's proportions. Yet the ritual still succeeded. Could anyone truly blame Regulus Black for that?
He looked around. Many understood, but they preferred to remain part of the silent majority.
Only the members of the harem group looked at Regulus Black with eyes full of trust.
"Look! The humanoid figure is changing again!"
Hermione tugged at Regulus Black, pointing at the screen and exclaiming in alarm.
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