Voldemort is back.
Harry stared at the ugly and weird face in front of him with wide eyes, and countless emotions such as hatred, fear, confusion, etc. were intertwined in his heart.
He knew clearly that this was the real murderer who killed his parents and was also his destined enemy. If it weren't for this person, he would have a happy childhood and would not have to spend those not-so-good ten years at the Dursleys'.
For this reason, Harry's hatred for Voldemort could not be faked.
But at the same time, he felt a little scared and confused in his heart, and he couldn't suppress the feeling of powerlessness.
This was a dark wizard who had been feared by the entire wizarding world for decades, a man even Dumbledore had to be cautious of. Harry had no idea how he could escape from his hands.
Harry could only watch helplessly as he was hung on the tombstone and Voldemort began to examine his new body...
His hands were like huge pale spiders, and his slender pale fingers touched his chest, arms, and face; his red eyes appeared brighter in the darkness, and his eyes were two slits, like a snake.
He raised his hands and flexed his fingers with an ecstatic expression, as if he had completely forgotten about Harry who was tied to the tombstone, and about Barty Crouch Jr., the biggest contributor to this trip.
After a long time, as if confirming that there was nothing wrong with his body, Voldemort finally turned his gaze.
He thrust his unusually long fingers into a deep pocket and pulled out a wand, which he stroked once more, then turned his bright red eyes upon Harry and gave a cold, sharp, sinister laugh.
"It's almost time to call my stupid turncoat servants to take a look..." Voldemort said coldly.
He waved to Little Barty.
Barty nodded knowingly, knelt down beside Voldemort, reached out to lift up the tattered sleeve of Filch's shirt, revealing a bright red tattoo on the inside of his left arm - it was a skull with a snake spewing out of its mouth.
This mark appeared at the Quidditch World Cup and is a dark mark that is feared in the wizarding world.
Voldemort examined it carefully, then placed his long, pale index finger on the Dark Mark on Barty Jr.'s left arm.
The pain in Harry's forehead started to hurt again, and little Barty trembled all over, looking like he wasn't feeling well either.
As Voldemort's slender fingers lifted from Barty's mark, Harry saw that the Dark Mark had turned a pitch-black color.
When he had done this, a look of cruel triumph appeared on Voldemort's face. He straightened up, raised his head, and glanced across the dark graveyard.
"After feeling it, how many people will have the courage to come back this time?" he murmured, staring at the stars with his glowing red eyes, "and how many people will be stupid enough not to come..."
"I know I failed two years ago because Dracula turned against the people I trusted the most... But this time is different. I found the best ally and regained all my strength."
He seemed to be talking to Little Barty and Harry, but also to himself.
"Dumbledore, Dracula... I will pay you back a hundredfold for the shame of the past!"
Then he turned his gaze to Harry, with a strange curve at the corner of his mouth.
"Harry Potter, you are standing on the grave of my father," Voldemort whispered. "He was a filthy Muggle who shared the same name as me... Tom Riddle."
Harry's eyes widened at the name.
"Oh, you look surprised, right?" Voldemort laughed coldly, "I guess you know someone with the same name, and that person is still a good friend of yours..."
"But in fact, he is just a personality created by using a soul fragment of mine that is not worth mentioning... He was originally the person I trusted the most. Yes, who would not trust their own soul?"
Voldemort's eyes suddenly became extremely cold and stern. "But he shamelessly betrayed me and joined Dracula!"
Harry felt that his cognition had been greatly impacted.
It turns out that the Defense Against the Dark Arts assistant teacher who taught him a lot and was both his teacher and friend was just a fragment of Voldemort's soul? Is he still trustworthy? Why did Professor Dracula take in Voldemort's soul...
Countless question marks appeared in Harry's mind. His thoughts were in a mess and he didn't know what to say.
At this moment, Voldemort's eyes suddenly looked around the cemetery.
The air was gradually filled with the rustle of cloaks. Among the graves, behind the cedar trees, in every shadowy place, wizards were apparating. All of them were hooded, their faces covered.
Voldemort stood there in silence, waiting. A Death Eater fell to his knees, crawled over to Voldemort, and kissed the hem of his black robes.
The Death Eaters behind him did the same, each one crawling on his knees to Voldemort's side and kissing his robes before stepping aside, standing up, and silently forming a circle around the grave of old Tom Riddle, Harry, Voldemort, and little Barty Crouch, still wearing Filch's shabby clothes.
“Welcome, Death Eaters,” Voldemort said calmly. “This scene is so familiar. It seems that it happened once two years ago… That time, we went to attack Azkaban together, but failed due to the obstruction of the hateful Dracula.”
"I know that many of you think that I have fallen from grace, and am even worse than a professor at a school... I also know that many of you have already found a way out for yourself."
"So my plan to resurrect this time did not involve any of you. I don't want to see another betrayal."
Lucius in the crowd trembled all over, took deep breaths secretly, and tried to keep himself calm.
"Luckily, I managed to find a servant I can completely trust!"
Voldemort looked at Little Barty beside him, and Little Barty bowed deeply to him.
"Young Barty Crouch is much younger and more loyal than you." Voldemort said coldly, "Thanks to his efforts, I finally regained my full strength."
After hearing these words, the emotions of the Death Eaters around them changed obviously, some were excited, some were shocked, some were panicked, and some were frightened.
Seeing their expressions change, Voldemort laughed triumphantly.
"Yes, my power is back! Dracula and Dumbledore will no longer be obstacles in my eyes. The entire wizarding world will be at our disposal!"
"From now on, the Dark Mark will shine again in the sky of the wizarding world!"
"Congratulations, Master!" All the Death Eaters knelt on the ground and congratulated loudly.
"Then, our journey to dominate the wizarding world will begin with this person—"
Voldemort smiled cruelly, walked slowly forward, turned towards Harry and raised his wand.
"Crucio!"
Harry screamed in agony.
He had never experienced such painful torture... He felt that his head must have split along the scar, as if all the bones in his body were burning, and his eyeballs were rolling wildly in his skull.
Harry finally understood the pain that Cedric felt when he was hit by Krum's Cruciatus Curse, and the Cruciatus Curse cast by Voldemort himself would be much more terrifying than Krum's dark magic!
He didn't know how Cedric had managed to stay safe and sound, and he felt like he just wanted to pass out... or even die.
At this moment, a cool breath blew across Harry's chest, like a sweet nectar, greatly relieving the pain of the Cruciatus Curse.
Harry's consciousness finally became a little clearer, and he realized that the pendant given to him by Professor Dracula when he won first place in the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam in his first year could appropriately resist attacks from dark magic.
It suddenly occurred to him that Cedric seemed to have a similar pendant!
A glimmer of hope surged in Harry's heart, but he continued to scream on the surface to prevent Voldemort from noticing that something was wrong with him.
At the same time, his brain was spinning rapidly, thinking of ways to break the deadlock...
I don’t know how long it took, but the torture suddenly ended.
Harry stopped screaming and slumped over the tombstone of Voldemort's father, looking up at the glowing blood-red eyes through a layer of mist. The laughter of the Death Eaters echoed in the night sky.
"I think you have seen how foolish it is to think that this boy is stronger than I am," said Voldemort, laughing. "But I will dispel that misconception once and for all."
"It was sheer luck that Harry Potter escaped my clutches. Now I will prove my power by killing him, here and now, in front of you, with no Dumbledore to protect him and no mother to sacrifice for him."
"I'll give him the chance, he can fight me, and then you won't have any doubts about who is stronger—"
"Barty, help me put him down and give him his wand back!"
Barty Jr. waved his hand and used the Cutting Charm to accurately cut the rope that tied Harry to the tombstone. He waved his wand again, and the wand next to Cedric's "corpse" flew into Harry's hand.
The moment his toes touched the ground, Harry considered running away, but his injured leg was shaking, and there were Death Eaters all around him, so it was impossible for him to run away.
"I heard that you rank quite well in the Dueling Club at Hogwarts," Voldemort said with a sneer, "Then let me see your strength!"
"Now—begin the duel."
Harry tried to raise his wand, but before he could say the spell or even move, he was hit by the Cruciatus Curse again.
Intense pain took over everything, and the effect of the reverse cross amulet had ended. He didn't know where he was... It was as if white-hot knives were piercing every inch of his skin, and he screamed again.
Then it all stopped, and Harry rolled over and stood up, trembling uncontrollably, and stumbled into the wall of Death Eaters, who laughed at him and pushed him back to Voldemort.
"Rest for a while," said Voldemort, his slit-like nostrils flaring with excitement. "This must be painful, isn't it, Harry? You don't want me to do it again, do you?"
Harry didn't answer, he gripped his wand tightly.
While the Death Eaters around him were laughing, Harry suddenly raised his head and raised his wand -
"Expelliarmus!"
Voldemort certainly wouldn't be hit.
He seemed to be angered by Harry's provocative behavior, and raised his wand and shouted the killing curse:
"Avada Kedavra!"
The two beams, one red and one black, collided in mid-air - Harry thought he would be hit directly and die gloriously in the duel.
But he didn't.
Harry's wand suddenly vibrated as if it were electrified, and he clutched it tightly, unable to let go even if he wanted to - a thin beam of light connected the two wands, and it was neither red nor green, but a dazzling gold.
At the same time, Voldemort's wand began to tremble.
Completely caught off guard, Harry and Voldemort were both lifted uncontrollably into the air, their wands still linked by the gleaming golden thread. They flew from the tombstone of Voldemort's father to an empty field without a grave...
As the golden threads burst out, ghostly figures emerged from Voldemort's wand one after another -
A Muggle old man with a cane, Bertha Jorkins who had been posted a missing person notice by the Ministry of Magic... Harry realized that these were all lives that Voldemort had killed.
Sure enough, Harry found that Cedric did not appear among them, he should not be dead yet...
A moment later, another transparent figure emerged from the tip of Voldemort's wand, and Harry knew who she was at a glance... It was as if he had been expecting her to appear from the beginning, because the person who emerged was the person he thought about the most tonight...
A long-haired ghost fell to the ground, vaguely able to see her red hair and green eyes ... Harry looked at his mother's face, his arms shaking violently.
"Your father is here too..." Her voice seemed far away, yet close at the same time, "He wants to see you too... It'll be fine, just hold on..."
Then the spirit of a tall, shaggy-haired wizard named James Potter rose from the tip of Voldemort's wand, fell to the ground as his wife had done, and straightened up.
He approached Harry, looking down at him, and spoke to him in the same distant, echoing voice, but it was so low that Voldemort could not hear it - Voldemort had never encountered such a situation before, and his face was livid with fear...
"We will only be able to stay a short time after the connection is broken," said James Potter, "but we will buy you time... You must get the Portkey, which will take you back to Hogwarts. Do you understand, Harry?"
"I understand." Harry held the wand tightly, tears flowing from his eyes unknowingly.
"Now, retreat," said James.
The next moment, Harry suddenly threw away the golden light in front of his wand, turned around, and used the method he had thought of for a long time, throwing out a flashing hand lamp -
This is a flashlight made by Dracula that can divert other people's attention. It was originally made when welcoming guests at the semi-final tournament. It was made to make students from other magic schools focus on Harry's scar, which earned Hogwarts a lot of face at the time.
Originally, Dracula just casually gave the flashlight to Harry, but it came in very handy today.
No matter how casually Dracula was created, it was not something that ordinary wizards could resist. Even Voldemort was affected for a moment, so that he was stopped by the souls of James, Lily and others.
Taking advantage of this fleeting opportunity, Harry rushed to Cedric, grabbed Cedric with one hand, and grabbed the Final Four Cup with the other -
The portkey worked!
Amid Voldemort's furious shouts, Harry and Cedric were swept away by a whirlwind and returned to Hogwarts.
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