Chapter 1712

Sphinx didn't tell Harry that there were other monsters in the passage behind her. Harry, who was obsessed with running wildly, was ambushed by a giant spider and nearly died.

This spider is a bit like Hagrid's big pet in the forbidden forest, but it's not that big, and it's not that hairy.

But this kind of Eight Legged thing is not as harmless as Hagrid said.

After being punctured by his sharp claws into his robes, trousers and thighs, Harry still used a series of barrier curse to let the spider knock himself unconscious on the "air wall".

The boy tore off a strand of his robe, pulled his long black hair behind his ear, grabbed the wand, and tied the cloth tightly to the root of his thigh.

"Oh

He uttered a hard man's breath, vomited his wand, and wiped the sweat from his head.

This is the emergency treatment that PE professors teach them in class, which can slow down the rate of blood loss in a short time, so as to live longer.

Harry didn't like physical education before, but things changed after he developed strong muscles. He gradually realized the benefits of being strong.

For example, more energy, faster running, summer home will not be bullied by Dali and so on.

Now it's the same. The muscles on the thigh block the spider's teeth from piercing the whole leg. The blood loss is still under control. If it's the same as before, I'm not sure if I can avoid the sudden attack in the dark.

Harry was sitting on the grass with his teeth grinning. Not far away was the spider with eight legs in a coma. There was some thick transparent liquid on his torn robe, which was secreted from the spider's mouth. He didn't know if there was any poison.

He tried to stand up, but his legs were shaking so much that he couldn't support the weight of his body. He supported his body with his hands and moved a few times, trying to stand up against the support of the hedge beside him.

The boy did. For his parents and girlfriend, Gryffindor's little lion inspired a strong will power, even though it made him breathe in.

Now, this warrior from Gryffindor is only a few dozen meters away from the top ten. He can almost see the beautiful silver pattern.

Hermione didn't show up. That is to say, Harry won. He was the first person to find the cup. He didn't rely on his mother to cheat. He did it by his new skills.

He jumped to the cup and reached out to grab the ear like handle.

However, as soon as he touched it, he felt as if his navel had been pulled. His feet had left the ground, but he couldn't release his hand holding the cup. It dragged him to fly forward in the middle of the roaring wind and rotating colors, surrounded by colorful space distortion.

Dozens of seconds later, he felt that his feet had landed on the ground, and his injured leg became soft, and the whole person fell to the ground.

At this time, his hand finally released the cup, and the beautiful silver cup rolled out of the dark night like a log. He raised his head and looked at the surrounding situation with vigilance.

No one has told him that the trophy is a key to the door, nor have they heard of the playoffs.

What's more, what stopped the trophy from rolling into the low-lying area was actually a tombstone?

Harry didn't think it was a good idea to drive the game to the cemetery to disturb the dead.

But now, there is nothing to be picky about. He hugged a tombstone, propped himself up, and drew out his wand to lean on it, fully on guard.

He had that strange feeling again, as if someone was watching him.

It's true. Someone's coming.

The boy narrowed his eyes nervously and looked at the darkness. There was a flash of lightning among the dark clouds in the sky. A figure came towards him step by step in the forest composed of tombstones. It was like a mass grave.

Harry couldn't see the man's face, but judging from his gait and arm posture, he seemed to be holding something, not big, maybe a cat.

The comer was of short stature and wore a hooded cloak, covering his face.

Close again, the distance between the two sides was shrinking. Harry could see that the man was holding something like a baby, or just a bag of clothes?

His wand is lower. He doesn't want to hurt people. If this is a Muggle cemetery, make sure that the wand's existence and the secrets of the wizarding world will not be revealed.

But he didn't think about it. The start time of the final was 8:00 p.m., and the super maze ran down for several hours. Now it's 3:00 in the middle of the night.

How can normal people go to the grave in the middle of the night?

The man stood in front of a towering marble tombstone, only 20 meters from Harry. The boy looked at the small figure.

To be exact, it's looking at the creature in the bundle he's holding.

Suddenly, the lightning scar on Harry's forehead began to ache violently. He had never felt so much pain in his life.

The wand fell to the ground. He covered his face with both hands and fell to the ground with his leg bent. The whole person was not well. He was rolling in pain.

It was so dark that I couldn't see anything. My head seemed to burst."Harry Potter?" he could only hear a distant voice above his head? It's amazing to be dressed like Snape

Harry barely raised his head and looked blankly at what was in his cloak, or the only eye that could be recognized.

In the shadow of the package, only the red eyes of the creature without emotion, like the windows of an abandoned house, are still submerged in the dark.

I don't know why. Harry knew exactly what the monster in the package was. It was Voldemort!

Don't ask him how he knew, although people said Voldemort was dead long ago, every cell in Harry's brain and his heart beating wildly in his chest told him another answer.

It was as if memories of his infancy had come back to him, and he had seen how Voldemort had killed his mother.

But he couldn't resist the headache. His head was full of noise and screams.

Just then, he felt himself dragged up.

The short man in the Cape had put down his burden and lit his wand, and it was he who grabbed Harry, who was so sore that he could not fight back, and dragged him towards the marble gravestone.

When the boy was pushed back against the tombstone, in the light of lightning in the sky, he saw a name on the tombstone.

Tom Riddle

the man in the Cape conjured up a rope by magic, and tied Harry tightly to the tombstone, and wrapped it around his neck and wrists. He could only hear the rapid wheezing under his hood, like some kind of animal.

Far from Voldemort, the boy regained some strength. He struggled hard, but the man hit him, missing a finger on his hand.

Harry knows who's in the hood. It's mottled. No, it's Wormtail. It's Peter Pettigrew, the traitor who killed his mother!

"It's you, scum!"

But Wormtail did not answer. He had already tied the rope and was busy checking whether it was tight.

His fingers trembled uncontrollably, groping for knots. When he was sure that Harry was tied so tightly that he could not move, he took a piece of coal from his cloak and thrust it rudely into Harry's mouth so that the boy could not speak.

And then he walked away in a hurry.

Harry couldn't make a sound, and he couldn't see where Peter was going, because he couldn't look behind the tombstone. Harry guessed that he was going to get the baby Voldemort.

Harry's scar began to ache as the sound of his return approached.

At this time, he heard the sound of hearing at his feet. Looking down, he saw a big snake meandering in the grass, circling his tombstone.

The dwarf's wheezing wheezing came back, and he seemed to be pushing something heavy in the dark.

Then he came into Harry's view from behind the tombstone and pushed a huge pot to the side of the tomb, which seemed to be filled with water, because Harry heard the sound of liquid splashing.

This crucible was much bigger than any crucible a boy had ever used, and perhaps it was no more than a rich man's bathtub, except Harry knew that Voldemort had not been kind enough to invite himself here to arrange a bath or sauna.

Maybe it's about cooking yourself? Maybe... After all, Voldemort's burden twisted harder. He seemed to be eager to break free.

Wormtail was busy scratching the bottom of the crucible with his wand. Suddenly, a crackling flame sprang up under the crucible. The boa constrictor obviously didn't like fire. It retreated a long way, and only in the dark could we hear the sound of scales rubbing.

The liquid in the crucible seemed to heat rapidly, and the water surface not only began to boil, but also burst out sparks, emitting green light like fireworks.

The steam grew thicker, and the tail of the worm, who looked after the fire, became blurred. The burden moved more quickly. Harry heard Voldemort's sharp, cold voice again.

"Come on

Now the whole surface of the water is flashing, reflecting the increasingly dense light of lightning in the sky. The boiling bubbles are like countless crystal balls, large and small.

"The medicine is ready, my master."

Dwarfs promise to salute the burden, even kneel on the ground, face full of flattery.

"It's now..."

Voldemort's voice sounded like a serpent spitting out a message.

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