When he heard "a photographer", Darren suddenly remembered that Harry had said in his description of the nightmare that he had seen little Barty with Voldemort and promised, "My master, don't worry, I'll bring that woman here soon", and it turned out that he had become the photographer, right next to Rita Skeeter! Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

As a photographer for journalists, Barty Jr. was naturally able to move around at will, and even if Rita was banned from Hogwarts because of the messy reporting, he was not affected by the fact that he was not affected by the fact that he took pictures of the final event and the winner of the Triwizard Tournament for the newspapers, and for good reason......

Barty Crouch Jr., this guy is so cunning! Why didn't he notice this sentence at the time, Darren thought regretfully, but he didn't feel sorry when he thought of what might have happened to Rita's woman.

Well, the portkey is, Darren saw a camera on the ground next to Harry, and he didn't pay attention to the people and the spiders that followed him......

"Suddenly, the man pressed the camera to my hand, and then I left Hogwarts, which was a cemetery, and I realized that the camera was a portkey!"

"Is there anyone else who has been taken away by the portkey besides you?" asked Darren nervously, although Harry was the only one back now, he wasn't sure there was only one person left, this guy was sitting with Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Ron, and, Hermione.

"It's just me," Harry replied, and Darren let out a sigh of relief, thank goodness.

"Then the man raised his wand to me, tied it to a tombstone with a rope conjured by magic, and then a man came over, the same black-haired young man I had seen in my dream before, and you wouldn't guess what he was holding. ”

"Voldemort. ”

Harry's eyes widened, "How do you know?"

"You said Voldemort is back, those two are obviously not, if you let me guess, then it must be him," Darren pouted, "Besides, it's time for us to stop selling off, okay!"

Harry," ...... he continued, "they prepared a spell, with a piece of bone, little Barty's hand, oh, that man, and he drank the Polyjuice potion, and my blood, and Voldemort came back to life. ”

Darren, "...... Done?"

"Aren't you going to get to the point?"

Oh, really, for Harry, Voldemort's resurrection was the biggest focus.

"Then you might as well tell me what happened," although Darren was not too interested in this, but with the example of little Barty, he thought it would be better to be more careful, and perhaps, what could he gain, for example, who was that black......-haired young man?

"Why hasn't anyone come yet?" Darren looked around, he had been firing red sparks for a while, and said that he would be rescued, fortunately he didn't encounter any danger that he couldn't solve, with this efficiency, if it was like Harry who met the spider just now, I am afraid that he would become the first player to hang up since the resumption of the Triwizard Tournament and go down in history, and then consider his age, maybe how can he be hacked beyond his means!

After firing another signal into the sky with his wand, Darren motioned for Harry to go through the matter, "Little Barty got a stone cauldron, very large enough to hold an adult, filled with some kind of liquid......"

The black-haired young man threw Voldemort into his arms, who was then ugly, hairless, and as if with scales, and his skin was dark and red, like wounded flesh, and his arms and legs were thin and soft, and he had a flat serpent's face with a pair of sparkling red eyes. ”

"Little Barty recited the incantation, and I remember it was 'Father's bones, unintentionally donated, to regenerate your son,' and when he had finished the incantation, a puff of dust flew out of the grave where I was bound and fell into the cauldron......"

"The next incantation is 'Servant's flesh, donate it voluntarily to bring your master back to life', and little Barty pulls out a dagger and cuts off his right hand......"

"And then," Harry stopped, and ran his hand over the wound in his arm, as if it hurt again, "he said, 'The blood of the enemy, compelled to give it, may raise your enemy to life,' and cut open the place, and he took my blood in a vial and poured it into the cauldron. ”

"Then," Harry took a deep breath, "Voldemort came back to life, and he rose from the cauldron, tall and thin, like a skeleton, and he regained his body. ”

After a pause, Darren asked, "Voldemort fully recovered?"

"I think so. ”

"So, how did you get back?"

"Oh," the question confused Harry a little, and before he could think of what to say, there was a "whoosh" in the labyrinth, and someone came along the tree wall, his very large, very spacious passage for Darren, but a little narrow in front of him, it was Hagrid.

"Darren, hold on, I'll be there soon," he shouted, "what's going on, you need help......" Suddenly, he stopped, because he saw Harry, "Merlin, you're here, we're all going to die!" As soon as we found out you were gone, we immediately started searching, but, you know, the portkey, it's not registered with the Ministry of Magic, the professors have to track it as much as they can, but it's difficult......" As he spoke, Hagrid hurried over, the wall of trees rubbing against his arms and sides, and many of the branches were broken and fell to the ground.

"Damn, what's going on?" Hagrid saw the wound and the redness and swelling all over his body, which was scalded...... He looked around, as if trying to find the killer who had wounded Harry, before noticing the corpse of half a spider.

"Oh!" Hagrid let out a startled cry, his eyes widening, "Galloping Golgong! this is ......" his gaze flicked back and forth between Darren and Harry.

"It rushed at Harry," Darren was a little apprehensive, knowing Hagrid's feelings for those "cute" animals.

Hagrid let out a long sigh, "You can block it with a spell, or stun it," he shook his head, looking a little downcast, "What do I have to say to Aragog." ”

"Hagrid," Darren thought it would be better to remind him of the way he looked, "we'd better get out of here and get out of the labyrinth, Harry is hurt." ”

"Oh, yes," Hagrid nodded at Darren's words, "yes, that's the most important thing right now, and I have to let Professor Dumbledore know that Harry is here!" he bent down, like a normal person dealing with a puppy, picked up Harry, and strode in the direction he came.

Darren followed closely, believing that no obstacle would be a problem in front of Hagrid!