Moody paced back and forth anxiously, MONOCULUS staring through the obstacles, staring at Phoenix to solve the obstacles he couldn't get under.

"Damn!" Krum was knocked unconscious, and there was nothing nearby to stop him. The mission was about to fail, and for the first time in a year, Crouch Jr. felt that failure was so close to him.

The only thing that was fortunate was that Harry was about to arrive with his help.

"Are you having fun?" a cold voice sounded from behind. Moody reacted immediately, but was knocked unconscious. Snape stepped forward and flipped Crouch Jr. over with his foot, knocking the MONOCULUS out.

The Eye hovers over the tip of the staff, spinning rapidly. He found Phoenix through the Eye, and Harry was already lying at his feet.

All the best. Snape breathed a sigh of relief and hid Crouch Jr.'s body.

After Phoenix knocked Harry unconscious, he walked over to the trophy and reached for a handle. Suddenly, I felt as if the back of my belly button had been pulled. His legs were off the ground, but he couldn't let go of his grip on the Triumph Cup, which dragged him forward between the whistling wind and the swirling colors.

Phoenix felt his feet hit the ground, and his hand finally let go of the Triwizard Cup, which fell to the ground.

It was completely out of Hogwarts' bounds, and he had apparently flown miles—maybe hundreds, for even the mountains around the castle were gone. Standing on a dark, overgrown cemetery, they could see the black outline of a chapel behind a tall yew tree on the right. On the left is a hill. He could make out a fine old house on the hillside.

This place seems to have been there by itself.

A figure walked towards them step by step between the graves. Phoenix couldn't see the man's face clearly, but judging by his gait and the posture of his arms, it seemed as if he was holding something. He was of small stature and wore a hooded cloak that covered his face. A few steps closer—the distance between them was shrinking, and Phoenix could see that the man was holding something like a baby—or just a bag of clothes?

The man stood in front of a towering marble tombstone, only six feet from them. At that moment, the figure raised its wand, and a white light flashed.

The figure was cut into three sections, and a heavy smell of blood rose from the night.

With a wave of his wand, the bag flew over and stopped in front of Phoenix, and the wand in the figure's hand floated over and suspended between the two, and the wand glowed.

The baggage let out a cold Parseltongue tone: "Don't move!"

"Wise move, Dark Lord. Phoenix remained hidden in the darkness, and the light of his wand allowed him to see clearly what was in the baggage—it was a baby-like thing, hairless, with scales on its body, and its skin was dark and red, like wounded flesh. Its arms and legs were thin and limp, and its face—no living child has such a face—was a flattened serpent's face with a pair of sparkling red eyes.

"You know me. "Voldemort was cold and high-pitched.

"It's not hard to guess. It's already a well-known thing in some circles that you're coming back - honestly, if I knew you designed it, I'd let Potter take it. ”

Voldemort knew that his plan had failed—no, Crouch was an idiot who couldn't stop even a student.

"Kid, look at me. What I am like now. Help me, you can get what others dream of, power, wealth, or women - you should know what I'm capable of. Voldemort looked at the figure in the shadows and tilted his head slightly, as if considering his conditions.

"Help you get back to your body?"

"Yes. ”

"That's fine—" Voldemort grinned eerily.

"Very well, kid-"

"But I also have a problem, my uncle Klaus wants to kill me, he has a hard time finding a chance at Hogwarts, and once you are resurrected, it will be different - Potter and I are at Hogwarts, in other words, you have a common purpose. ”

Voldemort was silent, but only for a moment.

"I'll help you, Klaus, I know. He was famous in the dark wizarding world, and he challenged Grindelwald to a draw," Voldemort sneered disdainfully, "but now it's just an old thing." ”

"That's great, then let's make an unbreakable spell. ”

"You don't believe Lord Voldemort's promises. The tone was rather unkind. Phoenix ignored him and turned to look around. You can tell it's a cemetery. One of his nearest tombstones reads: Tom Riddle, died more than fifty years ago.

"We're not familiar with it, so it's better to be cautious. Especially the state you're in right now. Voldemort tried to move after hearing this, and a powerful force made him unable to move, and he looked at the glowing wand that was close by—

"Yes, I do. But you need witnesses—" Voldemort immediately thought of an idea, but was interrupted by Phoenix before he could finish his sentence.

"No, we use old magic - it doesn't need to, but if you're not sincere, we'll have to embrace death together. ”

Voldemort really wanted to kill this kid in front of him. He closed his eyes, the makeshift container was overwhelmed, and he knew that he needed to rest as soon as possible, or recover as soon as possible.

"Okay, I promise you. ”

"That's great. Phoenix approached him quickly, reaching for his arm, and Voldemort raised his small, weak arm, looking so fragile. A thin, dazzling golden thread wound through their arms, like a red, hot wire, and finally wrapped around their two hands.

"Tom Riddle, you will promise not to provide any assistance to Klaus Peverell and his forces, and in return I will give you a new flesh. Would you like to?"

"I do. "His breath was faint and seemed to be dying at any moment. The gold thread is submerged in the arm, and the contract is established.

"Time is running out, so I'd better not leave school for too long. Let's get started. Before Voldemort could speak, a dazzling flame rose and enveloped Voldemort's body. The screams were piercing, especially in the tranquil cemetery, and felt heard by the villages in the distance.

Phoenix raised his hand with the resurrection stone, and a silvery-white mist drifted towards Peter's corpse. As soon as the mist touched the corpse, it wrapped around him like a deft snake, and in a moment, Peter's corpse changed to a pool of blood. The mist also turned dark red and entered the flames.

Voldemort's screams intensified. Although the resurrection stone cannot resurrect people, it can indeed be done to make a physical body, which is added by later generations on the basis of the original. This process is extremely painful, and it is not available to ordinary people, and there are only two or three people who have completed the magic and survived.

Phoenix coldly continued to chant the spell. He knew that Voldemort must have his own way of restoring his body, and it was dangerous to use a magician he didn't know, and who knew what the side effects were.

Voldemort let out a high-pitched scream at the end, and he was silent. Phoenix did not hesitate to wave the spell, and the trophy flew in and disappeared with Phoenix.

The flames are still burning.

Then, a man's black figure emerged from the flames, tall and thin, like a skeleton.

A long, slender pale finger protrudes the flames and grabs the wand. The thin man then rushed out, and the flames disappeared with it. His face was paler than a skeleton, his two large eyes were red, his nose was as flat as a snake's, and his nostrils were two slits.

There was no one around, and Peter was reduced to a pool of blood, and this was the resurrection scene he had carefully planned.

Phoenix has already run away, and Voldemort can only put this matter down for the time being. He examined his body with his hands, his fingers caressing his chest, arms, and face, and his red eyes appeared brighter in the dark, and his pupils were two slits, like cat's eyes. He raised his hands and moved his fingers.

That kid dared to force himself to set up an unbreakable curse, and when I summoned the old department, you would pay the price.

"Come on, Nagini. A python came to him at some point, hissing around Voldemort. Voldemort slipped his surprisingly long fingers into a deep pocket and pulled out a wand. He stroked his wand lightly. Shapeshifting with a Monty Python Phantom.