Moody didn't continue to torment Lawrence with the Heart Curse, he lifted Lawrence up and retrieved the wand that Lawrence had in his pocket.

"You're still carrying it," Moody said in a mocking tone, "what's the use of that?"

Karkaroff on the side roughly pulled Harry up from the ground, handed Harry's wand to Moody, and released Harry's confinement.

"Alright, let's go." Moody waved his wand and forced Lawrence to stretch out his hand, and Karkaroff on the side did the same to force Harry, and the four of them grabbed the trophy of the Triwizard Tournament at the same time, they left the ground and flew up, the trophy was a portkey, and as they got farther and farther away from the ground, Harry's heart sank deeper and deeper,

"Don't think about it so much," Lawrence's voice came to Harry's ears clearly in the howling wind, "and the worst is death."

They broke through the clouds, and the ground was getting closer and closer, and from the air, Lawrence judged that they would land in a large cemetery, with a yew tree in the cemetery, and a chapel not far away, and a large mansion on the hill farther away, and then his feet stomped heavily on the ground,

"Damn wooden legs." Moody let out a low roar, his wooden leg making it impossible for him to keep his balance well, and Harry steadied himself and took the opportunity to slam into Moody hard,

"You-" Moody didn't expect to be attacked by Harry, he lost his balance and fell to the ground and scuffled with Harry, Karkaroff held his wand in a daze, Lawrence grabbed the wrist of Karkaroff's hand holding his wand, and punched him in the face,

"Loose Force." Lawrence picked up Karkaroff's wand, he endured the discomfort, and yelled at Moody, who had already suppressed Harry by his size, Moody's strange scream was forced away by the power of the spell, Harry coughed, holding his throat with one hand and picking up Moody's wand that had fallen to the ground with the other,

"You think you're winning?" Moody ripped open the corner of his coat, revealing Harry and Lawrence's wands,

"What the hell are you—" Harry let go of his wand in pain as he put his hand on his forehead, and fell to the ground with a thud, his body twitching,

Lawrence jerked his head to the left, where there was a marble tombstone, a short black figure in a black robe, standing silently, the man holding a black-robed object in his hand,

Even though he didn't see their faces, Lawrence knew that there were two men there—he had seen them.

Lawrence knew he was wrong, his heart began to beat uncontrollably, he knew that he and Harry were here today, something worse than death would definitely happen, and the most powerless thing was that he didn't have the strength to undo it all,

Peter. Pediru lifted the hat of his cloak, revealing his expression of fear and awe, and with his trembling hands, he gently lifted the other person wrapped in black robes,

Lawrence wasn't sure if that appearance was still a "person", his head was very large, his pale and smooth face, his eyes flashed red like snakes, and his exposed neck seemed to break off if he was slightly broken, but he still lived tenaciously, very determined, and twisted, but not affected by outsiders.

"What's wrong?" Voldemort asked in a cold voice, and even though he didn't look at anyone, everyone present had a feeling that he didn't care who answered his question, he just got the answer he wanted,

"My master," Moody slowly knelt down, his wooden leg making it difficult for him to do so, "Lovande almost messed it all up, he almost got the portkey, so I—"

"I said, what's wrong?" Voldemort asked softly again, and Moody shut up, he seemed a little flustered, but he quickly spoke again,

"No problem, my master." Moody said, his hoarse voice tinged with a hint of tremor, "I made some mistakes."

The cemetery fell silent, Voldemort's gaze swept over Moody, who was still kneeling on the ground, and slowly spoke,

「…… Tie them up, wormtails, and begin the ritual."

Pedirus slowly placed Voldemort on the ground, he waved his wand, Lawrence and Harry flew into the air, crashing into the marble tombstone, the thick rope tied them firmly, Harry struggled, but he soon realized that it was futile to fight magic in this way,

Wormtail tugged at the rope that bound them with his fingerless hand, and then walked around the marble tombstone into the darkness, and the cemetery was quiet again.

Voldemort, wrapped in black robes, lay not far from them, Moody still knelt in front of him, Karkaroff stood still, and after Voldemort and Wormtail appeared, everyone seemed to have forgotten about it,

Lawrence and Harry looked at each other, and they understood that the other thought the same as they did—could it be possible to take this opportunity to sneak up on Voldemort?

A giant snake swam out of the weeds and slid along the edge of the tombstone, Harry couldn't understand why Lawrence was staring at the snake in amazement, but it was clear that tonight, the snake wouldn't be their helper,

Wormtail had returned by this time, and he pushed a crucible large enough to fit a man into Voldemort's side, and he cast a spell to light a fire under the cauldron, and the serpent didn't seem to like the fire, and it slipped into the grass on the other side, and disappeared without a trace.

"Hurry up." Voldemort said, with a look of fear and disgust, Wormtail untied the black robe wrapped on the floor and picked up Voldemort, Lawrence could feel Harry trembling beside him, and they finally saw Voldemort's full picture now,

With a scaly torso and slender limbs, looking at the potion that was already bubbling like diamonds, Voldemort's pale and smooth face, grinning as if he was grinning, showed how excited he was now, and with Peter's assistance, Voldemort slipped into the potion,

"Father's unintentional donation of bones to regenerate your son;"

The slate of the cemetery at the feet of Lawrence and Harry cracked, and a wisp of dust flew up and drifted into the cauldron,

"The flesh of the servant's voluntary donation may bring thy master back to life."

Wormtail trembled and took out a silver blade, and swung it down forcefully at his right hand, which had broken one finger, and with a plop, Wormtail's wrist disappeared into the cauldron,

Ignoring the bleeding wrist, Wormtail let the blood drag its long trail and staggered over to Harry,

"The blood that your enemies are forced to give to raise your enemies up."

A flash of silver light flashed, and the silver blade drew deep into Harry's right arm, and the worm's tail dropped the blade, fumbling for a glass medicine bottle, and leaning over to Harry's wound to collect the blood,

Lawrence was powerless to resist, but he still watched the whole ritual, he watched Wormtail drip Harry's blood into the cauldron, he thought he should at least finish it, this was probably the most evil and greatest dark magic ritual in centuries,

All the fires were extinguished, as if even the stars in the sky had dimmed a little, and a smooth head emerged from the cauldron, followed by a pale back and slender hands,

The cauldron had turned into dust on the ground, and a thick black mist gathered from the darkness on Voldemort's body, turning into a robe, Voldemort reached into his pocket and pulled out his wand,

"Come on," Voldemort said softly, crouching down beside Wormtail, ignoring the pleadings, he pulled Wormtail's left hand, revealing the Dark Mark imprinted on his arm, "Let's see—"

"Who will come back after my resurrection and ask me for forgiveness?" Voldemort said, "Who would be foolish enough to think they could escape? Fleeing the hunt of the greatest wizard of all time?"

"Your feet are my father's grave," Voldemort said, looking at Lawrence and Harry, "my mother was a witch and my father a Muggle."

"My father left my mother behind and returned to the village after learning the truth, and my mother died after giving birth to me, leaving me in a Muggle orphanage—"

"We all have the power of revenge, right? Levander – We all have this ability, why not?" Voldemort smiled, "Join me, behold, my true family is back—"

In the shadow of the yew tree, black-robed and masked wizards appeared one after another with apparitions, cautious and hesitant, but what they shared was unconcealable surprise and fear.

The first Death Eater to arrive stepped out of the crowd and knelt at Voldemort's feet and kissed his robes, and soon, every Death Eater did the same, they stood in a circle in some order, silently waiting for Voldemort's instructions,

"Welcome back, Death Eaters, thirteen years," Voldemort said calmly, "it's been thirteen years since you last answered my call."

"I'm glad to see each and every one of you, with your strength intact, coming so quickly, but why? Why did this group of sorcerers who swore allegiance to their master have no one to help his master when he needed them?"

"You think I'm dead? Think I've failed, think there's an even more powerful wizard - Albus. Dumbledore is more worthy of your allegiance?"

"All of you should know how much I have prepared to avoid death, and you have all witnessed my incomparable power, greater than anyone else—"

"I'm disappointed," Voldemort whispered, looking at the Death Eaters who had begun to talk to each other and become more and more restless after hearing Dumbledore's name, he continued, "I'm disappointed in myself, too."

A Death Eater left the circle, trembling and falling to his knees in front of Voldemort,

"Master—" he said, "my master—I ask your forgiveness—"

Voldemort let out a high-pitched laugh and pointed at him and said, "Drill the heart."

The terrible screams echoed through the cemetery, spreading into the darkness, and the tortured Death Eaters could no longer open their mouths to beg for mercy, but gasped for breath on the ground.

"I'll be dealing with you, Avery." Voldemort said, turning his head to look like Karkaroff who had been standing aside, and waved his wand lightly,

"This is—" Karkaroff awoke, first looking puzzled, then staring at Voldemort with wide eyes, his mouth wide open, but not daring to move,

"Long time no see, Karkaroff, my wise friend," said Voldemort, "I heard you're doing well?"

「…… Master ......" Karkarov knelt down with a thud, and he almost lay on the ground, and he didn't know what else to say except the word master,

"You're smart, Karkaroff, you've always been very knowledgeable," Voldemort said, "I heard you're now a teacher at Durmstrang?"

"It's the headmaster, master," Karkaroff said, looking up in a quick tone as if he had caught a piece of driftwood in the water, "I can get the students to join you, and I'll give you a lot of information—master?"

"Headmaster? Sounds good," Voldemort said, but he said in a tone of regret, "but you won't be after today."

"Master?" Karkaroff's body stiffened, and he said quickly, "Of course, my master, it's you the headmaster—"

"He's yours." Voldemort lazily waved his wand, and Karkaroff was lifted in the air by an invisible force, and although he struggled with all his might, it was only a ridiculous shaking of his limbs in the air,

Voldemore hissed hoarsely, it was a parseltongue, and Lawrence felt Harry shiver violently beside him,

"Master—no—"

In Karkaroff's lamentation, the huge snake passed through the human wall surrounded by the Death Eaters from the darkness in an instant, and it stood up and bit Karkaroff's shoulder, and with the power of the bite, the strong snake body left the ground and wrapped around Karkaroff,

"Don't kill him too quickly, Nagini." Voldemort said that he deliberately did not use the Parseltongue, "This is the punishment for the betrayer."

"It's your turn, Wormtail," Voldemort looked down at the dying Wormtail, "you're back looking for me, even though you've been caught by a friend from the past."

"As stupid and disloyal as you are, Lord Voldemort has clear rewards and punishments," Voldemort raised his wand and drew a circle, as if he had "cut" a piece of moonlight from the sky, and the moonlight was transforming into a silver left hand, flying towards the tail of the worm.

Wormtail stopped crying, he looked at his newborn arm in disbelief, he picked up the dead branch on the ground, the new arm easily clenched it to pieces, Wormtail showed a look of ecstasy, he crawled towards Voldemort in a kneeling position, and kissed the robe at his feet,

"Thank you, master, my master," said Wormtail, "this is so beautiful, my master."

"I hope you'll be more loyal to me from now on, Wormtail," Voldemort said as he looked at Wormtail as he returned to the group.

At Karkaroff's fainter screams, Voldemort began to look at the ranks of the Death Eaters like a lord, and he walked over to the nearest Death Eater, and stopped,

"Lucius, my cunning friend, your ingenious plan allowed Wormtail to escape from the Ministry of Magic, right?" Voldemort asked,

"Yes, my master," Lucius. Malfoy's voice came from behind the mask, "And I almost came close to killing the Blacks—the plan would have been more successful if it hadn't been for Rovander's obstruction."

"But why didn't you plan your master's return with the same amount of energy?" Voldemort asked softly,

"I've been watching, my master," Lucius. Malfoy said, "I've been on the lookout, and if there's any clue, I'm ready to go back to you."

"Then this summer, when you were organizing your companions to play with Muggles and make a big fuss, my most loyal Death Eaters launched the Dark Mark, why did you all flee?"

Lucius. Malfoy stopped talking, and several people in the crowd moved uneasily,

"I hope you'll be more loyal to your master in the future, but I'm disappointed—"

"Of course, my master, of course, more loyal, thank you—"

"So how about you move your position to the side?" Voldemort asked softly, and Malfoy's words came to an abrupt halt in the middle of his speech,

"Master, I don't understand—"

"Because the most faithful Death Eater is here," said Voldemort, as he walked over to Moody, who was still kneeling, and Moody, who was kneeling, was trembling, and Lawrence felt it, and it was trembling with excitement.

"Arise, my most faithful servant, how long will you bear this face?" Voldemort commanded,

"It's almost there, my master," Moody's voice was no longer hoarse, his wooden legs lay on the ground beside him, and with a thud, the round magic eye dripping on the ground turned, and Moody stood up steadily,

There was a commotion in the crowd, and a shrill voice shouted in disbelief,

"Barty—Barty. Crouch."

Lawrence knew this man, and that trial is still very famous and impressive to this day—the verdict of Barty Sr. against Barty Jr.,

Everything is reasonable, Moody is pretending to be from the beginning, and the culprit of all the incidents is actually little Barty, who should have been dead for many years. Crouch.