In a gloomy, overgrown cetery, two figures were suddenly thrown down from the air.
Harry's feet hit the ground, his injured leg softened, and he fell to the ground; Cedric also sat on the ground.
The suction on the semi-final cup disappeared, and it stumbled from the hands of the two people and rolled to the side.
"Hiss... where are we now?" Harry held the wound on his leg and took a breath of cold air.
Cedric shook his head blankly, then stood up and pulled Harry up, and the two looked around together.
This place was obviously completely out of the territory of Hogwarts. They flew in the air for an unknown period of ti, probably several miles... maybe hundreds of miles.
Even the mountains around the castle disappeared nearby, and the vast forbidden forest could not be seen, only a weedy cetery.
A tall yew tree could be seen on the right side of the cetery, and there was a black outline of a small church behind it. There was a hill on the left, and a fine old house could be vaguely discerned on the hillside.
Cedric looked down at the trophy of the semi-finals, then looked at Harry.
"Didn't Mr. Bagman say... that the trophy would only send the champion out of the maze?" he asked, "Did he say that the trophy was actually a portkey?"
"He probably didn't say that." Harry said, "Or... our competition hasn't ended yet, is this a hidden arena?"
He looked around the cetery, which was eerie and silent, "Is this also part of the ga?"
"I don't know." Cedric said, his voice a little nervous, "Anyway, pull out your wand, what do you say?"
"Okay." Harry also nodded nervously.
They pulled out their wands and walked slowly forward.
Harry kept looking around, and there was always a strange feeling lingering in his heart, as if soone was watching them nearby.
"Soone is coming." He said suddenly.
They squinted nervously and looked at the darkness, a figure was walking towards them step by step between the gloomy tombs.
The two couldn't see the man's face, but from his gait and figure, it seed that the man's back was a little hunched, and... his body shape and way of walking were sowhat familiar to the two.
Harry lowered the wand in his hand a little, he turned his head to look at Cedric, and Cedric also cast a questioning glance at him.
The two turned their heads and stared at the approaching figure, full of doubts.
The man stopped in front of a towering marble tombstone, only about six feet away from them.
At that mont, Harry and Cedric looked at the hunched figure.
"Mr. Filch, why are you here?" Looking at the figure, Cedric asked in surprise, "So... is this really still part of the ga?"
Filch suddenly laughed sinisterly.
"Wait, Cedric, sothing is wrong..." Harry's strangeness in his heart beca more and more obvious.
It felt like a blood vessel was throbbing on his forehead, hurting him.
Cedric looked at Harry blankly, and heard soone behind "Filch" speaking loudly and coldly.
At the sa ti, the scar on Harry's forehead began to hurt violently.
He had never felt such severe pain in his life. His wand slipped to the ground involuntarily. He covered his face with both hands, bent his legs and fell to the ground. He could not see anything in front of him, and his head seed to explode.
"Kill those who are in the way." He vaguely heard the voice say.
There was a whistling sound of wind, followed by a sharp shout that pierced the night sky -
"Avada Kedavra!"
A strong green light pierced Harry's eyelids, and he heard sothing fall heavily beside him.
The scar hurt so much that he felt nauseous and wanted to vomit... After an unknown amount of ti, the pain eased a little, and he slowly opened his stinging eyes in fear.
Cedric was lying on the ground with his limbs stretched out, his eyes were lifeless, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.
For an endless second, Harry stared at Cedric's face, his expressionless gray eyes, like the window of an abandoned house... His mouth was half open, and he looked a little surprised.
Except for Harry and Voldemort, no one could survive the attack of the Killing Curse.
Harry's brain couldn't accept the scene in front of him, it was blank, but he felt that Cedric was probably dead in his helpless subconscious... He didn't see that there were two black inverted cross pendants hanging on Cedric's chest, which turned blood red at this ti.
Harry began to understand that this trap was specially set for him, and it was all for this mont since the start of the semi-finals.
Harry felt an irrepressible guilt in his heart. He thought that Cedric died because of him...
In a blank thought, Harry vaguely felt that he was dragged up by "Filch" and dragged towards the marble tombstone next to him.
Before he was pushed over and his back hit the tombstone, Harry saw a na on the tombstone in the flashing light of his wand - "Tom Riddle." Tom? Wasn't Tom the assistant teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts? How could his na appear here, and how could it be engraved on a tombstone? Before Harry had ti to think about it, another seemingly unreal figure appeared in front of him. His figure was extrely transparent, and even the dead wood behind him could be seen through the cloak on his body. An equally unreal face appeared under the cloak - it was a face that had often appeared in Harry's nightmares for three years. It was paler than a skull, with two big red eyes, a nose as flat as a snake's nose, and two thin slits for the nostrils... Harry knew that this was Voldemort. Infinite fear rose in his heart, and a terrible thought ca to his mind... The Dark Lord that everyone feared was coming back! "Well done, Barty." Voldemort stared at Harry with scarlet eyes, and said lightly to the people around him, "Your loyalty and ability can gain my recognition. In the future, you will beco my most trusted servant."
"Swear allegiance to the Dark Lord!" The wizard who looked exactly like Filch knelt on the ground and shouted loudly.
Harry looked at "Filch" blankly, wondering what was going on with this castle gatekeeper. However, the next scene imdiately made him realize the truth of the matter.
The face of "Filch" kneeling on the ground gradually changed, the wrinkles gradually disappeared, the skin beca smooth, and the collapsed nose also stood up. The long, ssy hair was shortening, and the bald head also grew hair, and turned light yellow.
Harry saw a man kneeling in front of him, with pale skin, slightly freckled, and a head of light yellow ssy hair.
This man was very similar to Mr. Crouch, the director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Departnt.
"You...you are..." Harry struggled, "You used Polyjuice Potion to disguise yourself as Filch, just to lure to this cetery for the last ga?"
Looking at the changes in "Filch" in front of him, the things that happened in this school year ca to Harry's mind--
Four schools participated in the competition, but the Goblet of Fire spit out the nas of five warriors: this is because "Filch" was the person in charge of guarding the Goblet of Fire that night, and he had countless opportunities to secretly cast a Confusion Spell on the Goblet of Fire;
The first competition item was the dragon, and Harry had been slow to think of a way to deal with it: "Filch" deliberately blocked the entrance of the castle and euphemistically suggested that they use flying brooms to deal with the dragon, and Ron quickly reacted at that ti;
For the second item, "Filch" deliberately put a book about alchemy in the storage of dangerous goods drawer, luring Fred and George to steal it, and thus helping them to crack the secret of the golden egg;
The second task was to survive in the depths of the Black Lake for an hour, and Harry hadn't thought of a way until the ga:
So "Filch" gave Cedric the book "diterranean Magical Aquatic Plants and Their Characteristics" which recorded the sacgrass, because he knew that a decent person like Cedric would be willing to help Harry who had given him clues about the dragon;
In the third ga, "Filch" used the Imperius Curse to control Krum and John, asking them to hinder Fleur and Cedric's ga and prevent Harry's final championship from being taken away by soone else...
Harry thought that he didn't encounter much danger in the maze, but Cedric encountered all kinds of crises, and it was very likely that "Filch" secretly intervened in the maze.
Harry figured everything out, raised his head, and looked at the wizard in front of him in horror.
Little Barty smiled darkly.
"It's a pity that you guessed it, but it's too late." He said contemptuously, "My disguise as Filch is the best decision I have ever made. No one thought that soone would be willing to disguise as a Squib."
"It's ridiculous. Dumbledore is called the patron saint of Muggle-born wizards, but he doesn't pay much attention to Squibs from the bottom of his heart. They are no different from the pure-bloods he despises..."
"The real 'Filch' can't have brain occlusion. During this year, even if he seriously used Legilincy to look at , my identity would be directly exposed to you..."
"But do you know? Potter, Dumbledore has never cared about '' as a Squib."
A year of lurking made little Barty's mind not normal. He seed eager to share his masterpiece with others.
"Nonsense!" Harry retorted loudly, "Dumbledore just doesn't want to observe others in an illegal way!"
"Naive!" Little Barty laughed contemptuously, "Do you really think that Dumbledore has never used Legilincy on other faculty mbers on weekdays?"
"It's not easy, Potter, to help you pass these projects without arousing suspicion. I have to use all my tricks to make people unable to see the traces of my intervention. If you win too easily, Dumbledore will be suspicious..."
"My first reminder was indeed hidden enough. Fortunately, you have a smart friend who can think of my hidden aning. But later my help beca more and more difficult..."
"In the second project, I was particularly worried that we would fail... You stayed in the lake for too long, Potter. I thought you drowned. Fortunately, Dumbledore regarded your stupidity as noble and gave you a high score, so I was relieved. tone. "
"Of course, you were also taken care of in the maze tonight." Little Barty continued, "However, what I didn't expect was that the biggest flaw in this year was my stupid father, who was able to break free from my Imperius Curse in a short ti!"
"You are Mr. Crouch's son?!" Harry widened his eyes, "Where is Mr. Crouch now, what did you do to him?"
"You may not know, my father is very disappointing..." Little Barty said with a crazy look, "So I happily...very happily...killed him to ensure the success of the Dark Lord's plan!"
"Okay, Barty, don't talk nonsense with him!"
Just then, Voldemort's extrely cold voice interrupted the conversation between the two, "Hurry up and start the ceremony, I have been waiting for this day for too long!"
"Yes!" Little Barty's crazy look imdiately subsided, and he responded solemnly.
He tied Harry, who was unable to resist, to the tombstone, and then took out a dagger and stabbed Harry's wrist hard.
Deep red blood flowed out from the wound on Harry's wrist. The illusory Voldemort waved his hands, letting the blood float in the air, forming a profound and obscure pattern.
"Potter, you should be proud." Voldemort's cold and sharp voice sounded in Harry's ears, "Even if a new formula is found, your blood is still an indispensable link."
Diary Riddle may know best that Voldemort's original resurrection formula requires three things-
Father's bones, enemy's blood, servant's flesh.
However, after the first body he created was taken away by Dracula, he did not have the second father's bones.
So, Voldemort made a deal with the god of death.
He would sacrifice half of his soul to the god of death in exchange for a short period of ti to restore strength and another way to resurrect...
As for the other half of the soul, it will be redeed with the soul of the diary Riddle and the Horcrux in his hand after solving the problem of diary Riddle.
In addition, Voldemort and Death also reached another deal-
Death was responsible for leading Dracula away, leaving the position of security guard vacant, so that his plan to kidnap Harry in the third project could proceed smoothly.
Death agreed, and he thought of Herbo, who also had a Horcrux, and chose to lend his power to Herbo.
Herbo recovered in a short period of ti and launched a rebellion against Andros, forcing Dracula to rush from the scene of the semi-finals to the secret realm of Mount Olympus.
Now, Voldemort was whispering a spell to the pattern composed of Harry's blood.
The blood seed to burn, and then it began to flow, as if forming a blood vessel throughout the body-
Then, bones and flesh erged out of thin air, and a black figure of a wizard appeared in front of Harry.
Tall and thin, like a skeleton.
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