v4 Chapter 183： Return of the Devil

Night falls. The stars are like a galaxy across the sky.

Harry was standing on a dark overgrown cemetery. He looked around in panic, still trying to figure out what was going on with him.

The picture went back a few hours ago.

Harry just saw the red spark announcing the withdrawal of the two female warriors from the game. He gritted his teeth and rushed into the depths of the maze-now, his probability of winning the championship has risen to 50%. He must race against time, maybe he can really win the championship.

He first encountered a dementor, and then he used the Patronus Charm to repel it, only to realize that it was actually a Bogut, and then he used "funny" to get rid of Bogut. Then he passed through a golden mist that could make him turn the sky and the earth, and answered the sphinx riddle correctly, finally allowing him to see the end far away.

At this moment, he saw a thin book with a closed cover lying alone on the ground in the corner of the corner.

He suspects that this may be related to the clues of the maze. Out of a Gryffindor's natural curiosity, he walked over, picked up the book, and opened it—

It was empty inside. He turned several pages, but didn't even see a word or a drop of ink. He frowned and became suspicious.

The last time I saw such an empty book, it was Tom Riddle's diary. The experience of that time gave him quite bad memories.

He was about to put the book back, but found that on the last page, there was a bookmark made of feathers. It was a very beautiful pink-blue feather. He could not recognize any bird feathers at all. It was just Subconsciously think it is very beautiful. He couldn't help but want to take this feather as his own. Anyway, the things in the maze are unowned, he can't be regarded as stealing things.

The moment he just touched the feather, he only heard a "pop" sound, and in the next second he appeared in this weird place.

Following his gaze, he could see the black outline of a small church behind a tall yew tree on the right. On the left is a hill. Harry could make out a delicate old house on the hillside.

He looked at the cemetery, the surrounding was gloomy and silent, and he had a strange feeling, as if someone was watching him in a dark place. He drew his wand in his hand, carefully guarding the surroundings.

In the darkness, a figure walked towards him step by step between the graves. Although he couldn't see the man's face clearly, judging from the gait and the posture of his arms, the man seemed to be holding something. He was short in stature and wore a hooded cloak, covering his face. A few steps closer, and as the distance between them kept shrinking, Harry could see that the man was holding something like a baby.

The man stopped in front of a towering marble tombstone, only six feet from Harry. At that moment, Harry stared at the little figure.

Suddenly, Harry's scar ached violently. He had never felt such severe pain in his life. The wand slid to the ground. He covered his face with his hands, and his legs fell to the ground. Nothing was visible in front of him, and his head was about to explode.

He heard someone above his head say loudly and coldly: "Is that him?"

"Yes, I can be sure that it is him, my master." The little man in the cloak said respectfully.

"Very well, it seems that the plan is going well—" the cold voice continued, "Don't waste time, start preparing for the ceremony, I can't wait..."

"Quick imprisonment!" While Harry was still suffering from a headache and unable to resist, the little man used magic to conjure a rope to bind Harry up, then drag Harry towards the marble gravestone, and finally drag him Tied to a tombstone.

Harry in this world has never seen Peter Pettigrew, so he didn't associate the image of the short man in front of him with Peter Pettigrew.

"Who are you? What do you want to do!" Harry shouted coldly.

Peter Pettigrew didn't answer him, didn't even glance at Harry. Holding his wand, he struggled to push a huge cauldron under the grave.

The cauldron seemed to be full of water, enough to hold an adult sitting in it.

"The flames are raging," Peter Pettigrew's wand quickly tapped the bottom of the cauldron, and a crackling flame burst out under the cauldron. The liquid in the crucible seemed to heat up very quickly. Not only did the surface start to boil, but also sparks burst out, like it was burning.

"It's burned, my master." Peter Pettigrew said cautiously, and now the entire surface of the water was flashing sparks, like it was encrusted with diamonds.

"Huh, it's pretty good. How are the people over there..." The stuff in the baggage on the ground moved restlessly, and a cold voice came from there.

"They... they didn't say anything... I think... I think they had other arrangements..." Peter Pettigrew said carefully.

"Huh! Can they be so kind? They give us help for no reason?" The cold voice continued: "We wouldn't be able to do it so easily if it weren't for the feathers of the ball escape bird they designed. Little Batty himself too. Having said that, he is not completely sure that he can ensure the smooth execution of the plan so that the boy can touch the goblet of fire."

Diricawl (Diricawl) is a fat, fluffy, flightless bird. In the world of Muggles, they are very famous. They are called dodos and are only found on the island of Mauritius in the Indian Ocean, but they think that the dodos in their mouths have been hunted to extinction.

In fact, Qiu Dunniao, like Phoenix and Wuwu, possesses the ability to travel through space. This is one of the ways that the ball escapes from danger.

The Ball Dunbird’s ability to suddenly disappear and reappear in another place, like Phoenix and Wu Wu, is not affected by the anti-phantom manifestation prohibition.

Obviously, Harry in the maze was brought to this cemetery by an activated ball escape bird feather.

"But you must remember, Wormtail—" the voice said coldly, "I am your master."

"Yes, I, I know this, Master, please believe me..." Peter Pettigrew stammered, "I am loyal to you."

"Oh, is it?" said the voice, "then you better prove it to me later."

"Worm, Wormtail?" Harry suddenly guessed who was in front of him. When he was dreaming at night, he had dreamed of the two people in front of him several times, and Professor Trelawney was also in the exam week of last semester. He was given a prophecy that made him hard to let go.

"You are Wormtail! The traitor who killed my parents! You bastard!" Harry yelled, and then he looked at the baggage. "He, is he Voldemort?"

Snapped! Peter Pettigrew slapped Harry hard, "Boy, can you call the name of the master at will?" Then he used magic to conjure a piece of cloth and stuffed it into Harry's mouth, and said coldly: " Just stay there quietly!"

After all this was done, Peter Pettigrew opened the bag, revealing Voldemort in a humble state, then put him in the cauldron, and with a hissing sound, it sank. Harry heard the soft noise of its soft body touching the bottom of the cauldron.

Then there is the process of the classic flesh and blood sacrifice ceremony.

As Peter Pettigrew put the bones of Voldemort's Muggle father, his own wrist, and Harry's blood into the cauldron, the liquid in the cauldron immediately turned dazzling white.

Peter Pettigrew completed the task, knelt down beside the cauldron, slumped to the ground, panting and sobbing with his bleeding broken arm.

The crucible was about to boil, and the diamond-like sparks splashed around, so bright and dazzling, everything around it turned into a black velvety color.

Harry kept praying, hoping that Voldemort would be drowned in the cauldron, even though he himself knew how absurd the prayer sounded.

Suddenly, the sparks on the crucible went out. A white vapor rose from the cauldron, covering everything in front of Harry.

Then, through the white mist in front of him, he horrified to see the black figure of a man slowly rising from the cauldron, tall and thin, like a skeleton.

"Put me a robe." The cold, sharp voice said behind the steam. Wormtail sobbed and groaned, still protecting his stump, hurriedly grabbed the black robe wrapped in a blanket from the ground, stood up, and put it on his master's head with one hand.

The thin man stepped out of the cauldron and stared at Harry... Harry saw the face that had often appeared in his nightmares for three years, paler than a skeleton, his two big eyes were red, his nose was as flat as a snake's, and his nostrils. It's two small seams...

Voldemort was resurrected.

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