Elder Blood Witcher 451 The Dark Lord Has Returned!!!!!

Reima just keeps down and watches as Pettigrew prepares a cauldron underneath Harry, he notices a large snake in a coil with a bundle laid ontop of it. This is presumebly Voldemorts familiar and Horcrux Nagini along with Voldemort himself.

A figure appears a few meters away from Pettigrew, his blonde hair and red eyes immediately give away what he is. "We have begun the extraction." he states.

Voldemort give out a hoa.r.s.e choke, before turning his attention on Pettigrew. "Do it!" he exclaims as loud as his mangled vocal cords can manage.

Pettigrew nods while trying to hide his reluctance at performing the ritual he picks up the bundle of cloth containing Voldemort and starts walking over to the cauldron with a pale face. "Master, must it be me who performs this? There are those more deserving of the honor than I..." he says in a shaky voice.

Voldemort "My other servants are more useful than you are Wormtail, it would be an inconvenience should they be unable to fight at their maximum potential."

Pettigrew just nods before taking a deep breathe and tosses the Dark Lord into the Cauldron haphazardly.

Reima snickers as he hears Voldemort give a weak scream as he tumbles into the boiling cauldron. However after hearing the duo's interaction he realises that the Azkaban escapees must be nearby somewhere... He expands his Observation Haki and notices a few magical aura's hidden under invisibility cloaks, "So that's where you are." he mumbles to himself, noting their locations for when he has to act.

The audience in the stadium watches on in silence as Pettigrew starts to perform the ritual.

"Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son!" he says as he levitates a bone into the cauldron, it seems to turn to dust as soon as it hits the liquid. Reima can feel the ambient magic in the air being pulled towards the ritual.

"Flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed, you will revive your master." he says quietly, dreading what he must do next. He raises a knife and bring it down as hard as possible onto his hand, somehow severing it in one strike an causing it to fall into the cauldron, dissipating in a similar manner as the bone had... To be honest Reima is impressed at how clean it is...

"Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken, you will resurrect your foe." he says as he walks over to Harry, his injured arm tucked into his armpit painfully. He cuts Harry's sleeve to reveal his wrist before stabbing the knife into his arm seemingly at random, the cut doesn't hit anything vital and only draws out a few droplets of blood. However this seems to be enough as he walks over to the cauldron and drops the blood into it. Hermione has streaks of tears running down her face at seeing Harry in pain like this, she feels helpless at not being able to do anything to help, she's already pleaded to Dumbledore to do something but the Headmaster doesn't appear to be able to do anything.

The only thing everyone not present in the graveyard can do is watch on helplessly, their eyes glued onto the projector of Harry's Observer. Not noticing some peculiar things happening on Ciri's end.

With the ritual complete the cauldron explodes, causing fire to envelop the area where it'd previously been. It liquefies and the molten metal seems to shape itself into some kind of humanoid. It isn't long before those watching see it's true form. The molten metal turns to flesh and reveals the pale form of Voldemort, his eyes looking slitted like a snakes but changing after a moment to brown human ones. He stands there, completely naked and Reima can't help but notice his pickle definitely wasn't enhanced by the ritual... In-fact it may have the same effects that steroids would have... That or Voldemort is a grower? He shakes his head and focuses on the more important things.

Voldemort "Robe me Wormtail." he says, with the one handed rat-like man scrambling to throw a loose black robe over his master. He nods, "My wand Wormtail." he states.

Pettigrew nodding and handing Voldemort the Holly, phoenix feather and bone handle wand. "Here master."

Voldemort moves his arms in a weird manner, probably to get the hang of actually having a body again. "Your arm."

Pettigrew's eyes s.h.i.+mmer, "Master... Thank yo-"

Voldemort "Your other arm, Wormtail." he cuts him off after Pettigrew presents his injured arm, expecting his master to reward him. Voldemort presses his wand into the Dark Mark to summon his servants that aren't already present.

People start apparating in covered in the garbs of the Death Eaters that'd fought in the last wizarding war. Unlike in the movies Voldemort doesn't immediately unmask them however, this is probably due to the Observers that are still watching them.

Voldemort "My loyal servants, you've finally returned. And after thirteen years no less... You've make me question your loyalty, not even willing to follow you're comrades in Azkaban. Instead cowering as those not of pure-blood continue to steal your magic... Our magic!" he says, his speech echoing in the stadium as the audience watches with pale faces.

Pettigrew looks dizzy and drops to his knees, presumably due to blood loss but no one seems to care. Voldemort doesn't even look at him as he examines the other Death Eaters, they number around thirty people, not much until you consider that only the most loyal, skilful and dedicated were given the Dark Mark in the first place.