"Um... where are we?" Harry, who fell heavily on the ground, got up after a while and asked his friend.
"I don't know... This is a cemetery?" Hermione shook her head and looked around, only to see that they had completely left the Hogwarts area and came to a large cemetery with an unknown location. There is a large yew tree and a small church in the cemetery, and there is a hill to the left of the cemetery, with the rough outline of a large bungalow on the side of the hill.
Harry looked down at the little flag that had brought them here, wondering, "Hermione, did someone say this was a door key? This is also part of the trial?"
"No, never said," Hermione shook her head and frowned, "Harry, this is very unusual, Professor Leeds has always made the content of the game and the rules of point calculation public, and should not do such a thing. …and this kind of place doesn’t feel like a professor.”
If they were teleported to a beautiful garden, a magnificent palace, a mountain of gold Galleons and gems, they would never doubt anything, just think that Leeds wanted to surprise the passer, and that was Leeds style.
"Harry, it's better for us to get out of here quickly." Hermione didn't plan to explore this place stupidly. She had a bad feeling in her heart and immediately took Harry's left hand and bent over to pick up the small flag on the ground. , intends to teleport back to the end of the maze.
I have to say that the dog-head military division made the best choice, but unfortunately...
"—The door key is here!" The door key that was close at hand was taken away by someone with the attracting spell.
"What?!" The two exclaimed in shock.
In the gloomy, deadly cemetery, a small shadow came out of the graves. From the way the shadow walked and his clasped arms, you could tell what the shadow was holding.
"Harry, hurry up and find a bunker!" Hermione shouted. She, who had not missed one of Liz's mock battle courses, knew very well what she should do now, not to greet the enemy face-to-face with affection!
"Oh... oh!" Harry's reaction was half a beat, and just as he was about to turn around and run behind the marble tombstone, the scar on his head suddenly burst open in pain.
Harry had never felt so much pain in his life that he had to put his hand over the scar, which caused his wand to fall to the ground. With his legs bent and kneeling on the ground, he could see nothing but a splitting headache.
"...Don't hurt him, use the Stunning Charm." A high and cold voice came.
"Yes, my master... fainted!" This was the voice of the man who used the Charm.
Harry only felt that he was pushed away by something, and fell to the ground... After more than ten seconds, just as his brain began to accept this severe pain, he opened his eyes, only to see that his friend Hermione had already fell in his original position.
"Hermione!" Harry cried, knowing that his friend had just rushed over to save him, he just wanted to pick up his wand and fight the enemy to the death, but the pain in his head made him even pick up the wand on the ground Nor can it be done.
"...Don't worry about this filthy mudblood, and do business first." There was a hint of urgency in Gao Leng's voice.
"But, damn..." Harry was roughly pulled up by the short man, so he could see the other's face up close, "Is it you?! Peter Pettigrew!"
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"Father's bones, selfless giving, give your son a chance to be reborn!"
"Servant's muscles, give voluntarily, give your master a chance to resurrect!"
"The blood of the enemy, the conquest of force, give your opponent a chance for revenge!"
Since the servant is Peter Pettigrew, the master can only be Voldemort.
Hermione lost consciousness, Harry lost his mobility due to a headache, and their resurrection plan couldn't go any better - tying Harry to a tombstone, gagging Harry's mouth, bringing over the steaming pot to complete the ritual, Voldemort as a baby threw it into the soup, threw Voldemort's father's ashes into the soup, Peter Pettigrew cut off his own arm and threw it into the soup, scratched Harry's arm and took blood into the soup, Evil potion ingredients combined with evil black magic, Voldemort is resurrected!
Voldemort, who was resurrected in this way, finally lived up to his name, with a tall and thin body, a face paler than a skull, big black and red eyes, a flat nose like a snake's nose, and many slits in the nostrils. Not like a human being, more disgusting than a magical creature.
"Finally got a body~" But it was clear that Voldemort, who had been a wandering spirit for more than ten years, didn't mind the change in his appearance. He raised his hand and stretched his fingers with a focused and happy expression, feeling the feeling of having a body.
After enjoying the joy of playing Rebirth, the Dark Lord ignored the hero Peter Pettigrew who was lying on the ground twitching and bleeding. Instead, he looked at the enemy Harry with his crimson eyes, and let out a high-pitched, cold, murmur. Without a smile, "Harry Potter~! We finally meet again."
"Woo!" The savior brother who was tied to the tombstone, the things in his mouth have not been pulled out, and there is no way to form a dialogue.
"Speaking of which, no one except me knows what happened that night... including you, Lord Savior who 'has the power to defeat me'~" Voldemort laughed loudly.
"I admit that I was careless that night. When I was about to kill you, I didn't notice that your mother used her own life to cast an ancient protective magic that I had heard long ago, but was foolish enough to ignore. It's magic," Voldemort said without resentment, but he could guess how he felt in his heart. "The magic bounced back my Avada Solitaire, and my body was torn apart. But because of some of my previous attempts, I'm still alive."
"!!!" Harry, who learned of the past, burst into tears, even though his headache was about to burst, he was still glaring at Voldemort.
"And yet I can't help myself...because I don't have a body, and any spell that might help me needs a wand." Voldemort's unnaturally-fingered hands slid into a deep pocket , took out his wand.
"I had to hide in remote forests abroad and take the bodies of animals, because I knew the Aurors were still hunting me around... But, I eventually met 'the one' you know, who brought me to Huo Gwartz." Voldemort waved his wand and wrote the glowing words "Quirro" in the air.
"It's because of you, Harry, that my plan failed. I couldn't steal the Philosopher's Stone, so I had to hide in the forest... I was about to despair, but God favored me. Just a year ago, A true servant has finally found me, and under my careful planning, I have finally waited for this scene." Voldemort raised his wand and aimed it at Peter Pettigrew.
"Thank you, master." Peter Pettigrew hurriedly got up and approached Voldemort.
"Okay, the story's over. Now, here, I'm going to kill you to cleanse me of the stains." Voldemort placed his wand on Peter Pettigrew's severed arm, creating a glittery glove like a glove. Glowing silver hands.
"Master, this is so beautiful... thank you... thank you..." Peter Pettigrew, gratefully threw himself into Voldemort's arms.
"!?" Voldemort frowned.
He is the master, Peter Pettigrew is just a slave, how dare the slave touch his noble body? ! Never forgive even out of gratitude!
However... Voldemort soon learned that he was wrong about Peter Pettigrew...
A great purple sword, more sinister than any magic tool Voldemort knew, penetrated Peter Pettigrew's back of head and out of his chest and abdomen, piercing both of them together!
"—The Master is the Master, and when you meet an invisible assassin, you are going to be shriveled." Liz lifted the invisibility cloak, and gave Harry, who was speechless, a V word in his spare time.