Harry might never understand why things turned out like this. He was clearly in the maze of the Quidditch field participating in the third task of the Triwizard Tournament, but how could he be suddenly kidnapped here
He didn't even know why he suddenly fainted or why he was kidnapped, but Harry knew that his situation was not good.
A man who seemed both strange and familiar to him came into view. He was the enemy whom Sirius wanted to kill all the time, and also Harry's enemy - Peter Pettigrew.
Peter was standing in front of a large cauldron, not knowing what he was doing.
Before Harry had time to think about when he was kidnapped by Peter Pettigrew, he was stunned by the other party's surprising behavior. Peter actually put an extremely ugly baby into the crucible. What did he want to do
"ah!"
The scar on Harry's forehead suddenly burned so painfully that he almost fainted.
Faintly, he heard Peter Pettigrew's muttering, and then he felt his arm being stabbed by a sharp blade. When Harry opened his eyes with difficulty, he saw a black figure slowly rising from the crucible.
When the man stepped out of the crucible and put on the robe handed to him by Peter Pettigrew, Harry felt a creepy shudder run through his body. It was the face that had often appeared in his nightmares for the past three years.
Voldemort has resurrected.
"Oh my God, if this is a terrible nightmare, please let me wake up!" Harry kept roaring and shouting in his heart.
This is not a nightmare.
He was extremely desperate.
Why didn't he listen to the advice? Why did he participate in the Triwizard Tournament? Why didn't he just wait at the entrance of the maze until the end of the competition
Harry regretted it.
But it's too late.
Voldemort was resurrected using his blood.
Voldemort proudly showed off, shared his story, and used the Dark Mark on Peter Pettigrew's arm to summon his servants.
They were a group of Death Eaters wearing cloaks and masks with strange patterns. They looked like house-elves in the kitchen. They knelt humbly and crawled to Voldemort, kissing his robes and begging for his forgiveness.
As Voldemort greeted his old friends, Harry heard Voldemort call out the names of some of the Death Eaters.
It turns out that it is not a prejudice against Malfoy.
Lucius Malfoy was indeed a Death Eater.
His two lackeys, Goyle and Crabbe, were also Death Eaters, as well as the executioner McNeill who almost killed Buckbeak last year, and many unfamiliar wizards.
All the Death Eaters looked at Harry with strange eyes, looking at the desperate face of the legendary savior, the famous Harry Potter.
"You should have all noticed that the famous Harry Potter has come to my rebirth party." Voldemort's pale face twisted into a smile, "We might as well call him a special guest."
Harry thought Voldemort would kill him in front of his servants, but the Dark Lord
With Malfoy's flattery, Harry finished telling his legendary deeds, which allowed him to survive a little longer.
However, if he knew, the time he could stand here and show off the miracle he created to the Death Eaters was bought with the help of his most loyal servant with his own life.
"I know this boy you all think is my nemesis..." Voldemort raised his wand and cast the Cruciatus Curse on Harry, allowing all the Death Eaters to see Harry struggling in pain. "How foolish it is to think that this boy is stronger than me."
"I admit that it was sheer luck that Harry Potter escaped from my grasp," Voldemort said calmly. "There was no Dumbledore to protect him, and no mother to sacrifice for him."
"Now, I will kill Harry Potter to prove my power." Voldemort knew how to regain the loyalty of the Death Eaters. "But I will give Harry a chance. He can fight me and die heroically like his father, so that you will not doubt who is more powerful."
Harry took back his wand in a daze, stood opposite Voldemort, and prepared to have a duel with the notorious dark wizard that was unfair from the beginning.
Voldemort simply wanted to kill him to establish his authority, and he planned to have fun with him before killing him.
Harry held the wand stubbornly, staring at Voldemort, ready for the final duel. He knew he would be killed, and he had no way to do anything about it... Dumbledore was no longer here, and no one could save him.
Two years ago, Harry had participated in a short-term dueling club, and in recent months, he had learned a lot of spells from Sirius, but what he had learned was of no use here because he was facing Voldemort.
"Be brave Harry."
Harry took a deep breath and held his head as high as possible.
Even if he died heroically like his father, he would not surrender and would not listen to Voldemort's orders... He would not beg for mercy... Harry raised his wand and stood in front of Voldemort like a hero, ready to cast a spell on him.
Voldemort was much faster than him, and Harry was hit by the Cruciatus Curse again before he could even recite the spell.
Intense pain once again took over every inch of Harry's body. His head must have been aching so much that it felt like it was about to split, but Harry gritted his teeth and held back, even though his eyes were about to bulge out of his head.
The pain stopped and Harry's body trembled uncontrollably, but he still grabbed his wand, turned over and climbed up, trying to attack Voldemort. However, he was knocked down by the Cruciatus Curse again.
This time, Harry finally couldn't help but scream in pain. He had never made such a shrill cry in his life.
"Look, how tenacious he is. He still doesn't intend to surrender and wants to duel with me." Voldemort moved his wand away and said happily, "Let Harry rest for a while... I think he must be in pain."
The Death Eaters laughed again, laughing at Harry's miserable appearance. They wanted to see Harry beg for mercy, but Harry did not answer and still held the wand in his hand.
Even when Voldemort used the Imperius Curse, it did not make Harry surrender or beg for mercy.
"You should give in, so you can suffer less before you die."
Just as Voldemort was about to use the Cruciatus Curse again, Harry finally used the first spell used in a duel - the Disarming Curse.
However, the spell did not work, as Voldemort simply tilted his head and dodged, and the intense pain fell on Harry again, causing his already unbearable body to almost fall to the ground.
The pain had blurred Harry's consciousness, but he knew he could not kneel at Voldemort's feet... He wanted to die standing like his father.
Harry tried his best to stand up again, but he couldn't.
"Oh, okay, I did go a little too far. Harry originally wanted to die heroically, and I should have given him this opportunity." Voldemort looked at Harry crawling on the ground and said happily, "It is undeniable that he is more tenacious than most people. Let's give him a decent death!"
Just as Voldemort was about to chant the Avada Kedavra curse on Harry who was lying on the ground, a flame suddenly lit up not far away and Dumbledore walked out of the flame.
Voldemort looked at his old acquaintance not far away, and a cruel smile appeared on his lips: "How foolish, Dumbledore. Do you think you can save Harry Potter alone?"
"The Aurors are on their way." Dumbledore glanced at the fallen Harry and said calmly, "I think they will be very happy to catch you all in one fell swoop. Then they will have no other excuses."
There was a commotion among the Death Eaters around. If it were anyone else, they would definitely laugh at each other, but the one who said this was Dumbledore.
"Quiet."
Voldemort glanced at the agitated Death Eaters, raised his wand, looked at Dumbledore and said, "I am curious, how do you plan to duel with me while protecting the boy?"
"If you want to do that, I can't stop you," Dumbledore said calmly, "but I don't think you can stop me from killing others either."
Dumbledore's voice was so cold that all the Death Eaters around him couldn't help but shiver.
They all knew that if Voldemort killed Harry Potter in front of Dumbledore, at least a few Death Eaters would be buried with Harry.
After hearing Dumbledore's voice, Harry, who was almost completely desperate, finally felt hope again. However, before Harry had time to rejoice, he realized that he was being held back by Dumbledore.
"Don't worry about me, avenge me and kill them all!"
Harry almost exhausted all his strength and shouted to Dumbledore. The scene was extremely tragic.
At this moment, all the Death Eaters' faces changed suddenly. They never thought that Harry Potter was such a ruthless character who didn't even want to live.
"Harry himself has that realization." Dumbledore stared at the Death Eaters next to Voldemort, as if preparing to pick a target. If Voldemort had not been here, the Death Eaters would have definitely escaped.
"bluff!"
Voldemort stroked his wand and waved his hand to signal the Death Eaters to disperse.
The Death Eaters around Voldemort all breathed a sigh of relief. They didn't want to be involved in the duel between the two, as that would be a disaster.
"Shall we duel, or are you scared?"
“Why should I do as you wish?” Voldemort looked at the old man opposite him, seeming to be surprised why the other party would say such a thing. “I know you want to rescue Harry Potter.”
"You heard it just now. You can't protect everyone." Dumbledore raised his wand and fired a spell at Voldemort.
"That's not something you would say. I know you will save Potter. I know your weakness." Voldemort looked like he had Dumbledore in his grasp.
At this moment, Dumbledore launched an attack directly at an unlucky Death Eater. If Voldemort had not stopped the attack, the Death Eater would probably have died.
When Voldemort tried to intercept, Dumbledore seized the opportunity to fire a fatal spell at Voldemort to hold him back.
Fawkes appeared above their heads and swooped down, trying to take Harry away from Voldemort's grasp.
"Do you think you can take Potter away from me with such a low-quality method?"
Voldemort raised his wand towards the phoenix, and with a sharp sound, a spell pierced through Fawkes' body, killing Dumbledore's phoenix.
When the phoenix fell, landed beside Potter, burned fiercely, and turned into a baby bird, Harry, who had just felt a glimmer of hope, was almost completely desperate.
"It seems that your plan has failed, Dumbledore." Voldemort sneered unscrupulously, "You still want to save Harry Potter."
Where Fox died, a wool sock lay quietly in the ashes.
However, before Harry could react, Voldemort had discovered the secret of the wool socks earlier. Even though Dumbledore was trying his best to delay him and buy time for Harry, the savior obviously failed to seize the opportunity in the first place.
"Is this your trick?"
Voldemort looked at the woolen sock with contempt and destroyed it.
The expression on Dumbledore's face fell instantly.
The woolen sock was indeed the Portkey he had prepared for Harry.
As long as Harry reached out and grabbed the wool socks, he would be transported back to Hogwarts by the portkey.
However, the plan failed.
"Since you want to save him, I'll just kill him."
The Death Eaters had all left, and Voldemort had no more worries. He raised his wand and cast the Avada Kedavra curse on Harry in front of Dumbledore. Even Dumbledore could not stop him from killing Harry Potter.
However, a strange thing happened. Harry's hands suddenly moved, and the wand in his hand unconsciously pointed at Voldemort, firing a spell and confronting Avada Kedavra.
The next moment, the two wands were connected by a dazzling golden light.
Voldemort's eyes widened in surprise. He never expected such a strange thing to happen.
At this moment, something even stranger happened. Harry Potter suddenly disappeared and was teleported away.
The connection between the two wands was thus severed.
"What did you do?"
Voldemort was extremely angry. Dumbledore actually rescued Harry Potter in front of him. It was a shame for him.
However, Voldemort did not notice that when Dumbledore discovered that Harry had suddenly disappeared, a look of surprise also appeared on his face. It was obvious that this matter had nothing to do with Dumbledore.
Well, who would have thought that Harry Potter would wear socks that turned into portkeys
Even if Voldemort could see through something easily, he certainly didn't have time to pay attention to what kind of socks or underwear Harry was wearing, and certainly not so bad as to notice the existence of the portkey.
If Barty Jr. had turned his underwear into a portkey, Dumbledore would not have easily discovered it, and he might have been able to... well, be teleported away.
Of course, that pair of socks was given by Sirius, who specifically told Harry to wear them during the game, which was why he felt comfortable squatting near old Tom Riddle's grave with Peter Pettigrew.
As for who came up with this idea, Sirius repeatedly assured him that it was his own idea, and Lupin could testify for him.