Hogwarts: The Unscientific Wizard (TL)

"Ahhh..."

The sharp pain from the dagger piercing his body instantly woke Harry up.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the sinister smiling face of Barty Crouch Jr. His eyes were full of madness, but there seemed to be a hint of boundless elation hidden beneath the madness.

Who the hell is he?

Harry wondered.

"Harry Potter..."

Barty Crouch Jr. grinned, "You've finally woken up! Without an audience like you, this resurrection ritual ultimately lacks a little flavour."

"Open your eyes and have a look!"

"The Dark Lord will return!"

With that, Barty Crouch Jr. pulled the dagger out and walked quickly over to the cauldron, allowing Harry's blood to flow down the dagger into the cauldron.

"Ahhh!" Harry let out a cry of pain.

The resurrection ritual?

That's right! I was...knocked unconscious by Peter Pettigrew.

Harry finally remembered.

He endured the excruciating pain and looked around hurriedly. Sure enough, he saw Peter Pettigrew, the despicable traitor, next to the cauldron.

What was going on?

Would Voldemort be resurrected?

Harry felt some remorse.

At this moment, Harry hated the arrogant and conceited self from before.

"Peter, what's going on?" Harry shouted.

Peter Pettigrew looked at Harry with a playful smile and said, "Just be patient, my boy; you'll understand soon enough."

As if to prove Peter Pettigrew's words, the evil potion in the cauldron began to boil violently, and in the blink of an eye, it burst into flames.

The flames instantly engulfed the cauldron, burning in the air for a while before going out in the blink of an eye.

The pale and ugly baby kept stretching and growing in a spasm, surrounded by black gas, which kept converging on that body.

When it was all over, Voldemort, dressed in a black robe, finally regained his new life.

His flesh and blood kept nourishing him, and his facial features gradually became clearer.

Voldemort extended his pale palm and carefully stroked this newborn body, feeling the surging magic power within.

He, Voldemort, has finally been resurrected!

Harry looked at Voldemort with fear. Even though this was the first time Harry had seen him, Harry knew in his heart that this was Voldemort.

He has been resurrected!

Harry felt bitter. He felt that he had been stupid.

He knew that Voldemort wanted to capture him, but he was still arrogant and conceited. Not only that, but he left the castle alone, trying to lure Snape out and expose his true face.

But the person who showed up was not Snape at all.

It was Peter Pettigrew.

What was even more ridiculous was the fact that he couldn't even defeat Peter Pettigrew.

It was precisely because of his stupidity that Voldemort was able to resurrect.

At this moment, Harry wished he could beat his previous self to a pulp.

He simply didn't know how he should face Professor Dumbledore, Sirius, Professor McGonagall, Professor Lupin, Ron, Andy, and the others.

Should he tell them that it was precisely because of his stupidity that Voldemort had successfully been resurrected?

Harry's heart sank.

He had now fallen into Voldemort's hands, with two Death Eaters standing nearby. He, being bound to a stone monument, didn't even have a wand in his hand.

Harry had no idea how he could get out of this.

"Heh heh heh..."

On the other side, Voldemort let out a light laugh. He looked at his body with great satisfaction and then slowly walked up to Barty Crouch Jr.

"My wand, Barty," Voldemort said softly.

Barty Crouch Jr. looked at Voldemort with excitement. With his remaining right hand, he took a wand out of his pocket, Voldemort's wand.

Yew, phoenix tail feather, 13.5 inches.

Voldemort took the wand and waved it gently over Barty Crouch's severed left hand, and instantly a complete hand grew from his wrist.

"Thank you, Lord Voldemort," said Barty Crouch, his face beaming with ecstasy.

As a Death Eater, Barty Crouch did not refer to Voldemort as 'Master' or 'Dark Lord' like the others.

His relationship with Voldemort was extremely special.

He saw Voldemort as a father figure, worshipped him fervently, and was willing to do anything for him.

He knew that Voldemort was a half-blood, but he never cared.

Voldemort also had great trust in Barty Crouch Jr. and even told him his real name, 'Tom Riddle', and about how he had killed his biological father.

If possible, Barty Crouch Jr. would have liked to kill his own father personally now and then fall at Voldemort's feet, recognising him as his own father.

"It's good to see you again, Barty," Voldemort said softly, with a hint of nostalgia in his tone.

Barty Crouch Jr. was also very excited that Voldemort had finally returned and that they could restore their former glory.

After catching up with Barty Crouch Jr., Voldemort used the Dark Mark to summon the remnants of the Death Eaters.

A dozen figures appeared in the eerie cemetery. They were dressed in black robes and wore the Death Eater masks on their faces. Among them was Lucius Malfoy, Malfoy's father.

"Welcome, my old friends,"

Voldemort said, looking at the assembled group. "It's been thirteen years... and yet here you are, gathered before me again as if it were only yesterday."

"I must admit, I am a little... disappointed!"

"None of you tried to find me…"

Voldemort called out their names as he removed their masks one by one.

"And you… Lucius!"

Looking at the resurrected Voldemort, Lucius Malfoy's face paled, and he was on the verge of losing his mind.

Like Peter Pettigrew, Lucius was also a betrayer.

But the difference was that he betrayed Voldemort!

Out of fear of Voldemort, Lucius had to renew his loyalty to Voldemort.

He kneeled on the ground, looking up at Voldemort with a look of utter humility and fear in his voice. "My Lord...you have finally returned to life."

"I must humbly admit that I have let you down before... but I will prove to you, my lord, that I have always been loyal to you."

"Malfoy!" Harry suddenly exclaimed.

Malfoy's father was indeed a Death Eater!

"Oh, Harry~"

Voldemort turned his head and said teasingly, "I almost forgot you were still here."

"What shall I call you? Over the past few years, you have become a figure worthy of being mentioned alongside me—a boy who survived."

"How many lies are there in your legend, Harry?"

"Do I need to remind you of what really happened that night thirteen years ago? Shall I tell you what really happened and how it cost me my powers?"

As the Dark Lord, Voldemort now urgently needed to regain his reputation.

He intended to explain his side of the narrative forcefully!

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