A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

The giant snake flicked its tongue and quickly approached Cedric.

Cedric was horrified and unleashed several different spells in succession, but they only managed to make the giant snake coil slightly, leaving him feeling hopeless.

Fleur also joined in, working with Cedric to fight Nagini. The two of them unleashed spells simultaneously, barely managing to hold their own against Nagini.

"WTF! What are you doing over there?" Aaron's expression changed drastically, because if they were both restrained by a snake, then Krum would be left unattended.

What are you afraid of?

Krum's pupils began to turn white as he approached Harry Potter like a walking corpse.

"Damn it! No sportsmanship!"

Aaron cursed inwardly while simultaneously kicking Harry hard.

Ignoring the pain in his forehead, Harry quickly grabbed his wand, aimed it at Krum, and screamed, "Conviction..."

"Collapsed."

A spell struck Harry Potter from the side, knocking him unconscious.

The fake Moody limped over from a short distance away. He carefully took Voldemort, placed him on a soft cushion, and then knelt before him with an extremely devout expression, "Master."

“Get up!

You did a fantastic job, and I'll give you a reward you never imagined.

“It is my duty to be your master,” the fake Moody said respectfully, then stood up and looked meaningfully at the little star who was competing with Aaron in magic, but he had no intention of helping at all.

"Um...excuse me for asking, who are you?"

"You'll see soon enough, the effects of the compound decoction will soon be felt."

Aaron seemed to be deep in thought, and then increased his magic output.

The crimson light became even more dazzling, instantly overpowering Peter Pettigrew's Crucifixion and striking him heavily.

"what!"

Peter Pettigrew felt as if his heart was being torn apart, and let out a piercing scream.

“Useless,” Voldemort said coldly. “Even with superior demonic energy, he was defeated.”

"There are always differences between people," Aaron said dismissively. "His magical energy is above mine, but my combat power is above his."

“Master,” the fake Moody looked at Voldemort, “I…”

"Go ahead! But be mindful of your behavior."

"Yes!"

The fake Moody chuckled coldly, threw away his cane, and launched a frenzied attack on Aaron.

The two fought for several rounds, their various spells clashing in a dazzling display, and for a time neither could gain the upper hand.

Soon after, Peter Pettigrew joined in, and Aaron, who only had half the magic power, could only fight and retreat in the face of two at least two archmages.

"Should I take back the thought form?" Aaron wondered to himself, feeling very hesitant.

This is his biggest trump card. If he plays this card, Peter Pettigrew and the fake Moody will be no match for him. But everything will become even more uncontrollable, because Voldemort hasn't made a move himself yet.

Don't let his current frail appearance fool you; his decision to show himself means he's absolutely confident he can be resurrected.

This confidence stems from his strength; as long as he can wield the wand, he remains the all-powerful Dark Lord.

Once his full strength is revealed, he'll have no choice but to fight Voldemort head-on.

It's uncertain whether he has any other tricks up his sleeve. To be conservative, the odds are 50/50, but it's absolutely impossible for him to leave with the others.

Just then, Cedric's screams suddenly came from not far away. He had been bitten on the shoulder by Nagini, and the venom had seeped into it, causing blood to flow out continuously.

Hibiscus was also entangled by it, making it extremely difficult for her to breathe.

“That’s enough,” Voldemort said.

Fake Moody and Peter Pettigrew tacitly stopped fighting, while Nagini brought Cedric and Fleur over.

“Gaius, you haven’t lost yet, but you have lost.”

Aaron glanced at the injured Cedric and Fleur, then at the unconscious Harry Potter and Viktor Krum, who was controlled by the enemy. He felt nothing but helplessness and frustration.

“If even one of you three had listened to me just now, we wouldn’t be in this situation now.”

Cedric and Fleur exchanged a glance, then lowered their heads, tears welling in their eyes.

"Um... could you let the three of them leave?"

Do you think you're in a position to negotiate with me right now?

“But you definitely want to negotiate with me,” Aaron said confidently.

“Smart,” Voldemort’s voice was hoarse. “But let’s wait a while before we start negotiating, since my current posture is somewhat impolite.”

It's best if you don't have any means of retaliation before then, don't you think?

Aaron pursed his lips and, quite willingly, threw his wand on the ground.

"Expelliarmus."

The fake Moody flung out two wands, disarming Cedric and Fleur.

"You've really ruined this for me," Furong said bitterly. "Competing for the championship has put my life in danger."

"Hey? I'm not taking the blame for this."

"It wasn't me who ruined you, it was Harry Potter."

“You could say that,” the fake Moody explained smugly. “In a sense, Gaius saved your lives.”

My main goal is for Harry Potter to win the trophy. In other words, you are all obstacles to him and are the ones I need to eliminate.

If it weren't for him, you would have perished in the dragon's jaws on the very first project.

I couldn't participate in the second event, not only because I couldn't go into the water, but also because Klein had already set up the competition projection.

The third competition was my last chance. Before the competition, I controlled Krum and gave him instructions at any time through those projections.

Originally, I planned for him to ambush you or lure you to an area with many magical creatures... You can die by accident or murder, as long as it helps me achieve my goal.

But Gaius changed my mind. With all the warriors touching the trophy together, Harry Potter and Aaron Gaius would both fall into their owners' hands; your lives or deaths wouldn't matter so much.

"Did you hear that?" Aaron shrugged. "I wouldn't say I tricked you; on the contrary, I've helped you survive until now without even realizing it."

"Enough with the nonsense, tie the three of them up."

“Yes, Master,” said the fake Moody, conjuring three ropes that bound Cedric, Fleur, and Krum tightly.

He then made Harry float up and attach him to a sculpture next to the tombstone.

"Why didn't you tie me up?" Aaron asked, puzzled.

"Why tie me up if I can't?" Voldemort said matter-of-factly. "I know your abilities very well. Unless it's a special prison, I can't keep you in there."

Aaron chuckled, "Aren't you afraid I'll cause you trouble?"

"Nagini will be watching them, and if you dare to move, it will decisively bite off a person's neck."

Even if you don't care about their lives, my servants will keep an eye on you.

Aaron's lips twitched slightly, and he chuckled awkwardly, "You've really thought this through."

"Wormtail, have you prepared what I need?"

“Of course, my master.” Little Star nodded hastily and pushed a heavy stone cauldron to the grave.

The crucible was filled with a special solution, which was constantly boiling as flames crackled below it.

Harry's scars began to throb again, waking him from his slumber.

But he regretted it as soon as he opened his eyes. Voldemort was about to be resurrected, and the scene he feared most was about to appear before his eyes.

"Calm down, what's meant to happen will happen," Aaron comforted him.

"Stop him! Don't worry about me! We absolutely cannot let him come back to life!"

“Shut up, you idiot who can’t even figure out your own situation,” the fake Moody yelled. “Heart-piercing…”

"Stop!" Voldemort shouted. "He's mine, don't try to take him from me."

"Yes, Master."

“Professor Moody.” Harry was incredulous, but then it dawned on him. “No, you’re not Professor Moody. What did you do to him?”

The fake Moody's magic eye swirled around, and he said meaningfully, "Perhaps you'll see him after you die."

“He’s still alive.” Aaron rolled his eyes. “The fact that this guy is still using Polyjuice Potion means that Moody is still alive.”

"What a disappointment! I was hoping to see his expression of despair!"

However, I believe that opportunity will come soon.

"Hurry up, Bug Tail, I can't wait."

"Yes." Pettigrew trembled as he picked up Voldemort and placed him in the cauldron.

With a hissing sound, Voldemort was swallowed by the solution, which became even more viscous and turbid.

“Your father’s bones, donated unintentionally, can give your son a second life.” Little Star pointed his wand at Thomas Riddle’s grave.

A piece of Voldemort's father's bone flew out of the grave and landed in the cauldron.

The solution turned blue instantly and emitted a large amount of white vapor.

The warriors were disheartened; they wanted to stop it, but were powerless to do so.

Then Little Star fearfully stretched out his right hand, holding a knife in his left, and sobbed in terror, "The flesh of your servant, offered voluntarily, can bring your master back to life."

Except for the fake Moody who looked excited, everyone else turned their faces away.

With a scream, Little Pettigrew's right hand fell into the cauldron, and the potion turned red, as if a pot of fresh blood was being boiled.

Chapter 403 The Dark Lord is Reborn and Sends a Distress Signal

"Tsk! You've really gone all out to be a lackey," Aaron remarked. "You just chopped off a hand like that. No wonder you graduated from Gryffindor. That courage is... unbelievable."

“Don’t insult Gryffindor.” Harry Potter glared angrily at Peter Pettigrew. “Gryffindor has no such cowardly, treacherous villains.”