The days at Hogwarts

Of course Cedric had heard the name of this wanted fugitive, a cold sweat broke out on his back, and his wand was pointed at her.

"I know you must be full of doubts..."

Moody's voice was completely different from usual, high-pitched and shrill. On the face covered with scars, a smile appeared on his crooked mouth, like a poisonous snake showing its fangs and letting out a chill. A frightening change occurred——

Those scars and pits began to grow flesh, and were filled up bit by bit. The bright blue magic eye suddenly turned upward and fell out of the eye socket. The wooden prosthetic leg fell to the ground, and one was intact. The legs grew out of the fracture.

Professor Moody was right in front of them, gradually transforming into Crouch!

Crouch, who looked extremely pale, twisted his neck and continued: "When we finish our business, Harry Potter, I will answer everything for you."

"Mr. Crouch?!" Cedric was surprised and he immediately raised his wand, "No, you are not Mr. Crouch, and you are not Professor Moody. Who are you and what are you going to do!?"

Crouch didn't even look at him, and walked towards the crucible on his own, lightly leaving instructions: "Get rid of those who are in the way first."

There was a whooshing sound, followed by a sharp shout that tore through the night air.

"【Avada Kedavra】"

A strong green light pierced Harry's eyelids. Professor Moody had also demonstrated the Death Curse, but this green light was different from all the spells he had seen before. It seemed to contain countless sad and sad words. A desperate cry.

"No, please..."

"Let my child go!"

"what!"

Through the green light, this second seemed to be endless, and his scar began to hurt violently, as if a sharp steel needle had pierced his skull and his head was about to explode. He vaguely saw that long-ago night, in that desperate house, a couple had also faced such despair.

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Loren stood behind the railing in the last row of the auditorium, watching Dumbledore and Crouch on the referee's bench pouring tea for each other and chatting and laughing. The wind blowing in front of them was mixed with the faint smell of tea and Polyjuice Potion. .

"Wheat, are you there?"

After the words fell, a clear muffled sound sounded in the air, and the figure of the house elf appeared in front of Loren.

Wheat raised his head and looked at him anxiously with his black eyes: "Mr. Morgan, Mr. Potter and Mr. Diggory were taken away by Professor Moody! Is this normal? Should we notify the principal?"

"I think Professor Dumbledore already knows." Loren lowered his head and looked into Xiaomai's big eyes. "This is a conspiracy by someone pretending to be Professor Moody. It may also be part of Dumbledore's plan. The referee is still sitting there. There is a Death Eater accomplice, and I don't know if I should expose him now."

Hearing this, Xiaomai was so anxious that he wanted to cry: "What should we do now? We have to do something! The elves at Hogwarts have the obligation to protect every student!"

"I really want to do something, and I need your help." Loren took a breath, held the wand in his hand, and put his other hand on Mai's shoulder.

"The magic of house elves is different from that of wizards. School-wide defensive magic will not work on you..." Loren paused, "Do you know the village of Little Hangleton?"

Xiaomai was stunned for a moment, his expression blank.

Loren was not disappointed and continued: "I know where they are. You have to take me out of Hogwarts first, and leave the rest to me."

Without any hesitation, Xiaomai raised his right hand and pinched his middle finger and thumb together. After a soft sound, the two disappeared.

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Loren was hiding behind the collapsed stone wall of the church. Next to him was a tombstone with a blurred inscription. A firewood crackled not far in front of him, and the flames licked the black crucible vigorously. On both sides of the crucible, Loren I saw four people standing opposite each other.

Moody's clothes were worn on Crouch. Compared with the neat suits and elegant and solemn dresses in the past, the tattered robes and trousers with one leg exposed looked a bit tattered. His eyes looked at the crucible with joy.

In the crucible, the bubbles were buzzing, and it was boiling more and more violently, splashing out sparks like magma, but the water surface was not crimson red, but as bright silver as diamonds.

"Get rid of the obstruction first."

The man's light voice fell, and Bellatrix beside him quickly threw out a green light and headed straight for Cedric.

Loren thought, and the magic power as transparent as lake water flowed into the wand, revealing the tip of the wand. The magic power undulated and swayed in the dark night, and instantly spread to Cedric, who was twenty feet away. The water-like magic power instantly Freeze and divide into two parts.

A magical shield that turned into an invisible and transparent body collided head-on with the Death Curse, and a stream of light that turned into a slightly lighter green suddenly crashed into Cedric.

Cedric only felt a flash of green light. Before he could carefully perceive the details of the Death Curse, a powerful impact knocked him away and crashed into the pile of leaves. Then his body froze and he was unable to move.

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In a daze, he heard the sound of glass breaking, and something flew away heavily beside him. Harry turned his head and stared blankly at Cedric's body, which was thrown twenty feet away and half buried in the haystack. , two legs hanging limply outside, lifeless.

Harry's brain couldn't accept the sight before him. He seemed to have entered the state of controlling Legilimency in the underground potions classroom again. Apart from a vague feeling of disbelief, he felt no other feelings, no sadness, no fear, no anger. , as indifferent as a bystander.

The hooded witch pointed her wand at his chest, and the invisible force dragged him off the ground, pushed him around, and hit the base of the statue of the Scythe Angel. The stone sculpture bound him under the influence of the transfiguration spell.

The cold sickle pole strangled his chest, Harry gasped hard, and his green eyes took everything around him into his mind:

It was Bellatrix who killed Cedric, so the one who could touch his scar was Voldemort, who was planning to be resurrected... He had to find a way to leave, no, he had to find a way to escape.

Tom Riddle's name is written on the tombstone next to it... Glittering in the starlight is the Contest trophy, which is a portkey. A little further on, with two legs exposed outside the pile of leaves, is Cedric's. corpse.

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"No! No!"

Hidden behind the haystacks and the remains of the stone statue, leaving only a narrow slit to peek out, Cedric's face turned blue. Even under the petrification effect of the binding spell, his cheeks were still twitching crazily. He was trying hard to use every part of his body. The only part that can move expresses itself:

Go save people, hurry up and save Harry!

"What, your face is cramped?"

Loren squatted behind the remains of the stone statue, his eyes close to the small slit, and his voice only spread within a few feet of space around him.

"Be calm. If I hadn't arrived in time, it would be your father, Mr. Amos Diggory, who would be cramping now."

Cedric tilted his head, his expression clearly expressing his question: Why does his father have cramps?

"Cry and convulse... I was looking forward to the glorious return of my son with joy, but what happened was a corpse. Do you think your parents will cry until they convulse?"

Loren blinked. In his eyes, crystal blue light and cloud-like shadows were intertwined, as if everything in his sight had faded away, leaving only countless thin white lines. Outline.

It was him who rushed to save Cedric. It would have been fine if Dumbledore didn't know Voldemort's plan, but he had exposed Professor Moody's true identity early, so he couldn't have been unprepared.

There was only one truth. Dumbledore was definitely hiding somewhere nearby and knew he was coming.

We must find this old man!

"..."

The humanoid silhouette bound in mid-air represents Harry. The magic power in his whole body is in a strange state, flowing at a steady pace; Bellatrix standing in front of him has normal magic power.

The most eye-catching person is Crouch, or in other words, Voldemort, who is standing in front of the crucible.

Chapter 499 Resurrection Ceremony

In a world without color, Crouch's body is filled with black and gray surging and majestic magic power. The sticky blood and greasy muscles are entangled with the magic power, and stick to the bones.

The stench of Ruoyouruowu's rotting limbs filled the air, and Crouch's skin looked even paler under the firelight. Loren saw his body swaying, and the magic power in his body quickly condensed toward his chest.

The flesh and blood seemed to be being pulled away, and the four limbs quickly withered and shriveled, leaving only a layer of withered skin covering the bones, which was even more twisted than a house elf.

The skin on that face began to collapse, and the muscles that had lost elasticity could no longer support the organs. The lips, nose, and ears on Crouch's face collapsed and hung precariously on the skull.

However, his chest quickly filled up, and his heart hit his ribs forcefully, making a dull sound. Under Bellatrix's admiring gaze, the tattered clothes were pushed aside by a slender limb, revealing the body emerging from the chest. monster.

As soon as he saw the monster, a knife-like pain emerged from the scar on Harry's forehead. It was as if two cranes were hanging the hook on the scar and dragging it in two directions. The strong and sharp pain almost lifted Harry's skull. open.

What a monster that is.

A slimy, ugly mass of flesh with very tender flesh color and four weird limbs, thin and soft, like a curled up baby; and like a deformed snake, with dark pink skin wrinkled together, as if it had long The scales have a flat snake face with a pair of vertical pupils glowing scarlet eyes.

Because of its appearance, the dim moonlight was tainted with a hint of enchantment.

Loren looked up at Crouch's chest. He still remembered the ghost state of Voldemort he had seen in the dormitory a few years ago. At that time, Voldemort was between the physical and incorporeal bodies, between life and death, and possessed weak magic power. , can only simply possess and pass through walls.

The ghost of Voldemort is bound to the human world because of the Horcrux, but it is also involved in the curtain of death and cannot integrate into the normal world.

Now this monster body is also the embodiment of the ghost, but compared to the loose gray mist, the flesh and blood of the entity contains vigorous vitality and can heal the soul better. If he read correctly, this snake-baby monster absorbed Crouch's magic power and life, and also added unicorn blood into its body...

If his original state was a balanced scale, one end was the fetters of life represented by the Horcrux, and the other end was the irreversible call of the world of death. The addition of many of his vitality-rich materials broke the balance between life and death.

Now, he has to build a suitable body for himself.

Crouch's dilapidated body had completed its mission and fell backwards helplessly. The monster fell into the crucible with a splash, and the splash of water fell into the woodpile, instantly evaporating into water vapor and making a hissing sound.

Bellatrix watched this scene with reverence, took a deep breath, raised her wand, closed her eyes devoutly, and said to the night sky in a voice trembling with excitement:

"Father's bones, accidentally donated, can regenerate your son!"

"Click..."

The grave with the name "Tom Riddle" cracked open, and a small plume of dust rose from the ground where the body was buried. It rose into the air, and the ashes were summoned to fall gently into the crucible.

"Hiss..."

In an instant, water splashed everywhere, and the diamond-like silvery liquid surface suddenly turned into bright blue.

A few sporadic drops of liquid splashed on Crouch's body under the crucible. The withered skin only touched a little, and it suddenly became bloody and bloody, with a few wisps of dark mist rising up.

With a crazy smile on her face, Bellatrix rolled up the sleeve of her left hand. From the exposed white arm, it could be vaguely seen that she was once a beautiful woman. He pulled out a dagger with a cold light from his cloak in his right hand, and his voice trembled even more:

“The flesh of your servant, a voluntary donation, may restore the life of your master.”

Bellatrix swung the dagger with a fierce expression, and the thin metal blade penetrated the flesh. When the blood splashed out of the blood vessels, it made the sound of the night wind passing through the corridor, and then she let out a suppressed and restrained cry of pain.

With a plop, the arm fell into the crucible.

The potion turned fiery red, shining brighter than the fire.

Bellatrix took a few deep breaths greedily and came to Harry with painful gasps. The smile on her face became even more ferocious and twisted as she endured the pain:

"The blood of your enemies, forced to donate, can resurrect your enemies!"

The one-armed silver dagger was pressed against Harry's arm, denting the skin a little bit, and it was easily pierced at a certain moment. The blood of both of them flowed down the sleeves and robes, dripping down. The firelight and moonlight reflected on the stone sculptures and grass, and the scarlet color revealed something strange.

Harry struggled for a few times, his eyes gradually became indifferent, and he watched coldly as she took out a small glass bottle from her pocket with trembling hands, placed it on the wound and collected a small amount of blood.

When the blood was poured into the crucible, the liquid inside immediately turned a dazzling milky white color. Diamond-like fragments of light splashed out. It was hard to tell whether it was water splash or sparks. It was so bright and dazzling that everything around it turned into a color like black velvet.

Loren carefully observed the ritual process, suppressing the tension and uneasiness in his heart, and then remembered the materials and spells he could deduce in his heart.

He raised his head and looked at the narrow moon hook, wondering whether the celestial phenomena would have an impact on the ritual, and whether there would be any difference in casting spells under a full moon or a missing moon...

The whole ceremony seemed to be brewing a magic potion, or a profound spell. The three sacrifices were both materials and parameters. Relatives, servants, and enemies corresponded to the bones, skin, flesh, and blood to construct an exclusive physical body.

Finally, the ghost of Voldemort is added, and the resurrection ceremony is complete.

"Crack..."

The flame burned more and more fiercely, and a stream of white water vapor rose from the crucible, turning into a thick white mist. Through the endless fuzzy mist, a bright yellow flame emerged from the crucible. The firewood under the crucible sprang up, engulfing the entire crucible in flames.

The strange mixture in the white mist surged and boiled, and the liquid showed a mixture of pale and pink colors, as if some kind of immature flesh and bones had been stirred into slurry, with filamentous blood vessels condensing in the slurry.

After an unknown amount of time, the mixture turned into a vague human form. A black figure of a man walked out of the thick fog. He was tall but thin, like a skeleton, and his whole body was pale. It still has a snake-like face, with two vertical pupils in the eye sockets, and only two slit-like air holes where the nose should be.

Unknowingly, all the thick white mist turned into pure black mist, which fell on the man's shoulders in strands, turning into a spacious black robe.

Harry had only one thought in his mind:

Voldemort is resurrected.

Chapter 500 Unexpected Person

Voldemort's newborn skin was as pale as a stone statue, without any blood. He took a deep breath and ran his slender fingertips across his arms, neck and scalp. The free breathing and clear touch made him intoxicated, making him feel that he was alive. He had been dreaming about this breath for thirteen years. The fresh air was sucked into the new lungs, the chest swelled, and then it was all exhaled.

He stretched out his hand, and a wand flew out of Bellatrix's pocket. It was well maintained and as smooth as new.

"Owner……"

The robe of Bellatrix's broken arm was soaked with blood, her eyes were shining with excitement, and her whole body was trembling slightly.

Voldemort raised his wand and danced in the air. A strip of light like molten silver was drawn on the wand. It was like the light of the moon reflected on the lake being picked up, floating in the air with bright waves, and then the silvery white strip of light twisted. It transformed into a human hand with slender fingers, as white as porcelain, shining brightly.

Under the gaze of everyone present, the white human hand fell down and fit into the bleeding wrist. The light converged and turned into silvery white. The interface was seamless, even more perfect than the original palm.

Loren glanced in surprise. This healing technique had traces of ancient magic, but the method of implementation was very simple. The remaining vitality in Voldemort's new body was used to fabricate the limbs, and there was something similar to the unicorn curse hidden in it.

Voldemort's vague will is hidden in the arm. Rather than being Bellatrix's new hand, it is better to say that it is Voldemort's wireless-controlled bionic hand. Normally he would obey Bellatrix's orders, but he could fall under Voldemort's control at any time.

Bellatrix was unaware of this, and gently scratched the stone base with her index finger. The gravel fell rustlingly, leaving a straight chisel mark. Her eyes became more fanatical, with tears of joy in her eyes:

"My master, thank you, thank you..."

"Your loyalty has never wavered, Bellatrix. You would rather be imprisoned in Azkaban than abandon me. Now, I am back, and I will give you supreme glory and unimaginable rewards. "

Voldemort hissed softly, while holding her other hand, pushing her sleeve to her elbow, revealing the somewhat dim tattoo: "It's time for it to come back, they will all notice it, We'll see, we'll know..."

He pressed his long, pale index finger on the tattoo design, and the Dark Mark suddenly became clear. Thick ink rose to the surface of the skin, and venomous snakes spit out from the skull's mouth, making it pitch black.

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