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th a soft thud。
Let it drown； Harry thought； his scar burning almost past endurance； please。。。 let it drown。。。
Wormtail was speaking。 His voice shook； he seemed frightened beyond his wits。 He raised his wand； closed his eyes； and spoke to the night。
〃Bone of the father； unknowingly given； you wil lrenew your son！〃
The surface of the grave at Harry's feet cracked。 Horrified； Harry watched as a fine trickle of dust rose into the air at Wormtail's mand and fell softly into the cauldron。 The diamond surface of the water broke and hissed； it sent sparks in all directions and turned a vivid； poisonous…looking blue。
And now Wormtail was whimpering。 He pulled a long； thin； shining silver dagger from inside his cloak。 His voice broke into petrified sobs。
〃Flesh…of the servant…w…willingly given…you will…revive…your master。 〃
He stretched his right hand out in front of him…the hand with the missing finger。 He gripped the dagger very tightly in his left hand and swung it upward。
Harry realized what Wormtail was about to do a second before it happened…he closed his eyes as tightly as he could； but he could not block the scream that pierced the night； that went through Harry as though he had been stabbed with the dagger too。 He heard something fall to the ground； heard Wormtail's anguished panting； then a sickening splash； as something was dropped into the cauldron。 Harry couldn't stand to look。。。 but the potion had turned a burning red； the light of it shone through Harry's closed eyelids。。。
Wormtail was gasping and moaning with agony。 Not until Harry felt Wormtail's anguished breath on his face did he realize that Wormtail was right in front of him。
〃B…blood of the enemy。。。 forcibly taken。。。 you will。。。 resurrect your foe。〃
Harry could do nothing to prevent it； he was tied too tightly。。。 Squinting down； struggling hopelessly at the ropes binding him； he saw the shining silver dagger shaking in Wormtails remaining hand。 He felt its point penetrate the crook of his right arm and blood seeping down the sleeve of his torn robes。 Wormtail； still panting with pain； rumbled in his pocket for a glass vial and held it to Harry's cut； so that a dribble of blood fell into it。
He staggered back to the cauldron with Harrys blood。 He poured it inside。 The liquid within turned； instantly； a blinding white。 Wormtail； his job done； dropped to his knees beside the cauldron； then slumped sideways and lay on the ground； cradling the bleeding stump of his arm； gasping and sobbing。
The cauldron was simmering； sending its diamond sparks in all directions； so blindingly bright that it turned all else to velvety blackness。 Nothing happened。。。
Let it have drowned。 Harry thought； let it have gone wrong。。。 ？
And then； suddenly； the sparks emanating from the cauldron were extinguished。 A surge of white steam billowed thickly from the cauldron instead； obliterating everything in front of Harry； so that he couldn't see Wormtail or Cedric or anything but vapor hanging in the air。。。 It's gone wrong； he thought。。。 it's drowned。。。 please。。。 please let it be dead。。。
But then； through the mist in front of him； he saw； with an icy surge of terror； the dark outline of a man； tall and skeletally thin； rising slowly from inside the cauldron。
〃Robe me；〃 said the high； cold voice from behind the steam； and Wormtail； sobbing and moaning； still cradling his mutilated arm； scrambled to pick up the black robes from the ground； got to his feet； reached up； and pulled them one…handed over his master's head。
The thin man stepped out of the cauldron； staring at Harry。。。 and Harry stared back into the face that had haunted his nightmares for three years。 Whiter than a skull； with wide； livid scarlet eyes and a nose that was flat as a snakes with slits for nostrils。。。
Lord Voldemort had risen again。
CHAPTER THIRTY…THREE
THE DEATH EATERS
Voldemort looked away from Harry and began examining his own body。 His hands were like large； pale spiders； his long white fingers caressed his own chest； his arms； his face； the red eyes； whose pupils were slits； like a cats； gleamed still more brightly through the darkness。 He held up his hands and flexed the fingers； his expression rapt and exultant。 He took not the slightest notice of Wormtail； who lay twitching and bleeding on the ground； nor of the great snake； which had slithered back into sight and was circling Harry again； hissing。 Voldemort slipped one of those unnaturally long…fingered hands into a deep pocket and drew out a wand。 He caressed it gently too； and then he raised it； and pointed it at Wormtail； who was lifted off the ground and thrown against the headstone where Harry was tied； he fell to the foot of it and lay there； crumpled up and crying。 Voldemort turned his scarlet eyes upon Harry； laughing a high； cold； mirthless laugh。
Wormtail's robes were shining with blood now； he had wrapped the stump of his arm in them。
〃My Lord。。。〃 he choked； 〃my Lord。。。 you promised。。。 you did promise 。。。〃
〃Hold out your arm；〃 said Voldemort lazily。
〃Oh Master。。。 thank you； Master 。。。〃
He extended the bleeding stump； but Voldemort laughed again。
〃The other arm； Wormtail。〃
〃Master； please。。。 please 。。。〃
Voldemort bent down and pulled out Wormtail's left arm； he forced the sleeve of Wormtail's robes up past his elbow； and Harry saw something upon the skin there； something like a vivid red tattoo…a skull with a snake protruding from its mouth…the image that had appeared in the sky at the Quidditch World Cup： the Dark Mark。 Voldemort examined it carefully； ignoring Wormtail's uncontrollable weeping。
〃It is back；〃 he said softly； 〃they will all have noticed it。。。 and now； we shall see 。。。now we shall know 。。。〃
He pressed his long white forefinger to the brand on Wormtail's arm。
The scar on Harry s forehead seared with a sharp pain again； and Wormtail let out a fresh howl； Voldemort removed his fingers from Wormtail's mark； and Harry saw that it had turned jet black。
A look of cruel satisfaction on his face； Voldemort straightened up； threw back his head； and stared around at the dark graveyard。
〃How many will be brave enough to return when they feel it？〃 he whispered； his gleaming red eyes fixed upon the stars。 〃And how many will be foolish enough to stay away？〃
He began to pace up and down before Harry and Wormtail； eyes sweeping the graveyard all the while。 After a minute or so； he looked down at Harry again； a cruel smile twisting his snakelike face。
〃You stand； Harry Potter； upon the remains of my late father；〃 he hissed softly。 〃A Muggle and a fool。。。 very like your dear mother。 But they both had their uses； did they not？ Your mother died to defend you as a child。。。 and I killed my father； and see how useful he has proved himself； in death。。。〃
Voldemort laughed again。 Up and down he paced； looking all around him as he walked； and the snake continued to circle in the grass。
〃You see that house upon the hillside； Potter？ My father lived there。 My mother； a witch who lived here in this village； fell in love with him。 But he abandoned her when she told him what she was。。。 He didn't like magic；