Chapter 702

Harry felt his foot fall heavily on the ground. His injured leg twisted and fell forward.

Harry let go of the three wizard tournament trophy and raised his head with difficulty.

"Where are we?" Harry asked vaguely.

Cedric shook his head. He stood up, helped Harry up, and looked around.

It was clear that they had left Hogwarts completely. Maybe they've come tens of miles - maybe hundreds - because even the mountains surrounding the castle are out of sight.

Now they are standing in front of a cemetery in the dark, with a large yew tree and the wheelhouse of a chapel in the distance. A hill rose to their left.

Harry could only make out the outline of a beautiful old house on the side of the mountain.

The house feels familiar to Harry, as if he had been there

Harry has been to the house, the room, the man, the snake

Harry was not sure, but the weird atmosphere of the cemetery stimulated Harry's nerves all the time.

Cedric looked down at the three wizard trophy, then looked up at Harry.

"Has anyone told you that the trophy is a key to the door?" He asked Harry.

"No Harry replied, as he looked around the cemetery, it was so dead and a little gloomy. "This is not part of this mission." He asked Cedric.

"I don't know." Said Cedric. His voice sounded a little nervous. "Take out the wand, do you think?"

"Good!" Harry nodded quickly and said that he was glad Cedric made the suggestion, not himself.

They pulled out their wands, and Harry kept looking around. Once again he had the strange feeling that they were being watched.

"Someone's coming." He said suddenly.

Squinting nervously in the dark, they saw a dark figure approaching and coming towards them from among the graves.

Harry couldn't see the face, but from the way the shadow walked and his clasped arms, he could tell what the shadow was holding. He was obscure, very small, and wore a large hooded cloak over his head and face.

The shadow came a few steps closer - and, of course, the distance between them was shrinking - and he saw that what was in his arms looked like a baby

Or is that just a bunch of clothes?

Harry lowered his wand slightly and glanced aside at Cedric.

Derek responded with a puzzled look. Then they all turned to look at the approaching shadow. The shadow stopped by a marble tombstone. It's only six feet away from them.

Harry, Cedric and the man in black looked at each other for a moment. Then Harry's scar began to crack soundlessly.

He had never felt so much pain in his life. The pain forced him to cover it with his hand, which made his wand fall to the ground.

He bent his legs and knelt to the ground. He could see nothing but a splitting headache.

"Harry, what's the matter with you?" Cedric's mood became tense. He stood in front of Harry. "People over there, don't come here, otherwise..."

However, Cedric's warning did not help.

From afar, Harry heard a high, cold voice saying, "kill that tall, thin man."

They're going to kill Cedric!

Harry's heart was shocked, but the scar pain made him unable to lift half of his strength.

It was hoarse and weak, but Harry could feel that evil, that familiar feeling.

The man in black took a step forward, and then raised his hand. In his hand was a wand of white bone.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A pale green light flashed across the night sky.

Harry's scar had never been like this. The pain made him nauseous and nauseated, and then the pain eased.

Although he was afraid of what he was about to see, he opened his piercing eyes.

"Well, I'm sorry to disturb you, my friend." A tall figure stood in front of Harry.

"What can I do with this tall and thin man? He's very fit, and he's very gifted. I think it's better to work for us."

"Do you like him?"

"No, it's just that I don't want to waste a good seedling."

"For us?" The hoarse voice sounded again, and then

"Like this." Said the figure in front of Harry.

Harry seemed to see what was going on, but he had no ability to act.Harry saw the figure bending down, and then a strong smell of blood came to Harry's nose.

Harry began to retch, but he couldn't vomit anything.

Naturally, Fanlin knew what was going on.

He came here with Trevor to hide Fox's waves through space.

In fact, they came at the right time. At least Voldemort has not killed Cedric.

But it's not much better.

Trevor's method is also extremely bad, van Lin finally understood what Trevor meant, he wanted to choose Cedric before.

It's not just that Cedric is stronger. He wants to turn Cedric into a vampire.

(throw it to twilight, Cedric, here's your lunch box...)

But it's always better than dying in the hands of Barty crouch Jr.

Van Lin is behind Trevor, and he looks at little Barty and Voldemort in his arms.

"I think I need to prepare an environment for him, if it's here..."

"Oh, of course." Voldemort said in a hoarse voice, "you can take him away first."

"Thank you very much." He grabbed Cedric and flew to the castle in the distance.

But Harry is still a little confused. That man should be a vampire. Anyway, the strong blood gas makes Harry a little breathless. Listen to their meaning, Cedric is not dead, and is saved by the vampire. But, why Cedric

Harry felt himself pulled to his feet.

The man in the cloak had put down the pile in his hand and picked up Harry's wand. Then he dragged Harry to the marble gravestone. Harry saw the name on the tombstone through the flickering light of his wand.

Tom Riddell!

Then he was wheeled around, his back to the tombstone. The man in the cloak, by magic, tied Harry with a heavy rope and tied him to the tombstone. Harry heard the slight but rapid breathing under the hood. He struggled and the man beat him hard

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