Chapter 286 - 286 Cedric’s death?

Chapter 286: Chapter 286 Cedric's death?

In a gloomy, overgrown cemetery, 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 time, 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 cemetery.

A tall yew tree could be seen on the right side of the cemetery, 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 cemetery, which was eerie and silent, "Is this also part of the game?"

"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 someone was watching them nearby.

"Someone 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 seemed that the man's back was a little hunched, and... his body shape and way of walking were somewhat 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 moment, 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 game?"

Filch suddenly laughed sinisterly.

"Wait, Cedric, something is wrong..." Harry's strangeness in his heart became more and more obvious.

It felt like a blood vessel was throbbing on his forehead, hurting him.

Cedric looked at Harry blankly, and heard someone behind "Filch" speaking loudly and coldly.

At the same time, 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 seemed to explode.

"The real 'Filch' can't have brain occlusion. During this year, even if he seriously used Legilimency to look at me, my identity would be directly exposed to you..."

"But do you know? Potter, Dumbledore has never cared about 'me' as a Squib."

A year of lurking made little Barty's mind not normal. He seemed 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 Legilimency on other faculty members 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 meaning. But later my help became 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 time!"

"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 extremely 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 immediately 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 time to restore strength and another way to resurrect...

As for the other half of the soul, it will be redeemed 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 time 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 seemed to burn, and then it began to flow, as if forming a blood vessel throughout the body-

Then, bones and flesh emerged out of thin air, and a black figure of a wizard appeared in front of Harry.

Tall and thin, like a skeleton.