Wand 2 (Reverse): Eventuality. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Hogwarts, England

After leaving the Sphinx, Harry followed Opal on his way, soon arriving at his final destination.

It was a clearing, and the Goblet of Fire shimmered seductively on its pedestal a hundred meters away.

However, even when he saw the Goblet of Fire, Harry refrained from rushing directly at it, but directly drew his wand and aimed it at the hedge to the left of the Goblet of Fire: "Stupefy (fainted)!" ”

With the flash of the spell, a massive spider lurking in the hedge to the left of the Goblet of Fire fell to the ground, crushing a hedge, and its long, hairy legs spread horizontally on the ground.

[Good performance, I thought you'd get carried away when you saw the Goblet of Fire......]

Opal, who didn't move, looked at Harry's movements with a smile and nodded approvingly, [If you really get hurt by that spider, I'll have to think about improving your training list.] ]

"Don't!"

Hearing Opal's words, Harry almost screamed, "The current training list is enough for me, if you add more material you will die." ”

[Don't worry, I've considered your physical limit.] ]

"You said it yourself is the limit of ......"

Twitching the corners of his mouth, Harry really wanted to shout for help at the moment, "I don't want to lie in the room like a dead corpse every day, you might as well spare me." ”

Although he admits that the training schedule that Opal has given him has increased his strength quite a bit - now he is only one line behind Draco, and he can completely crush Gryffindor in his grade.

[Alright, let's go get the trophy.] ]

Shrugging his shoulders, completely unaware of how much of a psychological shadow his training sheet had caused Harry, Opal said lightly, [This is the reward you have won. ]

"Seriously, if you don't take it from you, Opar, will it only make people feel very ironic?"

Rubbing his temples, Harry said helplessly, "If you hadn't released the water, this goblet of fire would have been in your pocket, wouldn't it?" Where can I get my turn? ”

[You have to admit that luck is actually part of strength.] ]

In response to Harry's words, Opal retorted calmly, "It's your luck to meet me who is willing to help you and has no interest in the Goblet of Fire, isn't it? ]

“…… But I still feel a little ......."

Harry admits that he wasn't that thick-skinned - at least for the moment, he was sorry to let him just go straight to the Goblet of Fire.

[Less, do you want it or not?] ]

However, it was clear that Opal, who couldn't stand Harry's tossing like this, raised his eyebrows and stared at him with a smile.

“…… To ......"

Scratching his hair in embarrassment, Harry admitted that he was a little hypocritical, but he was relaxed in front of Opal, and he didn't feel embarrassed.

[If you want to come and get it yourself, don't you still expect me to send it to you?] ]

Opal rolled his eyes at Harry, stepped to the other side, and waved his hand to signal Harry to go over and do enough food and clothing, and not expect to work on himself.

Harry's gaze shifted to the trophy.

In the light of the trophy, he was in a trance for a moment, as if he saw himself holding it out of the labyrinth. He held the cup aloft in the air, and the cheers of the crowd were in his ears; He saw a look of admiration on Hermione's face, clearer than ever...... Then the hallucinations vanished, and he saw Opal's face that looked whiter and whiter in the soft light of the trinkets.

Well, this kind of thing really can't bother Opal...... If you don't want to be retaliated against by the hell training sheet afterwards......

As soon as his hand gripped the handle of the Goblet of Fire, Harry felt as if the back of his navel had been pulled. His legs were off the ground, but he couldn't let go of his grip on the Goblet of Fire, which dragged him forward between the whistling wind and the swirling colors.

In the moment of distortion of his gaze, Harry felt as if he had caught a glimpse of Opal taking a step in his direction, as if he wanted to say something.

This is...... What's wrong?!

If he hadn't realized that the Goblet of Fire had become a portkey, Harry would have been trained for so long.

But the situation didn't have time for him to think so much, he felt his feet hit the ground, and after neatly holding the ground with his free hand, he finally didn't fall, and his other hand was finally able to let go of the goblet of fire.

Where is this?

Harry looked around, it was completely out of Hogwarts, and the Portkey's journey had apparently flown miles—maybe hundreds, because even the mountains around the castle were missing.

He was standing in a dark, overgrown cemetery, and could see the black outline of a small church behind a tall yew tree on his right, and a hill on his left—a delicate old house on the hillside that Harry could recognize.

What the hell is this place?

Realizing that the place he was staying in was a cemetery, Harry immediately felt that he was not well. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard a "stupefy" (fainting).

Someone sneak attacked!

After almost subconsciously rolling forward to avoid the glow of the spell, Harry didn't even think about it, he directly drew his wand and fired back in the direction of the spell: "Expelliarmus!" ”

But before he could make his next judgment, he heard another "crucio!" With a flash of green light, it hit his body directly.

Pain!

"Ahh

Although he had been trained to fight it properly, the powerful black spell that hit Harry's body still made him scream. This was followed by another "stupefy" that hit him directly, which made him completely unconscious in an instant.

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Little Hangleton, England

What caused Harry to open his eyes again was the severe pain from hitting his head on a rock.

He was unable to move, not only because of the after-effects of the Black Spell, but also because of the sturdy ropes that bound his limbs. I couldn't speak and chant mantras because I had something stuffed in my mouth that I didn't know what it was.

Harry's eyes glowed from his wand and he could see that the stone he had struck was a tombstone with a vague name on it: "Tom Riddle"

"He's awake."

A hoarse voice was heard, and Harry's body was kicked so hard that he rolled over and leaned against the tombstone - the kick was made by a diminutive man in a cloak. I don't know why Harry always felt a little familiar with each other.

Harry then noticed that the Goblet of Fire was shining not far from the tombstone, and that his wand had fallen not far from the Goblet of Fire. But unfortunately, whether it is the Goblet of Fire or his own wand, the distance at this moment is so unattainable for him.

Then, not far away, there was something that looked like a package, but it bulged out in the middle, as if something was struggling inside.

He heard a sound at his feet, and looked down to see a snake snaking in the grass, circling around him and the tombstone.

The wheezing sound was heard again, and Harry looked over to see that the short man he saw seemed to be pushing something heavy. Then he came into Harry's line of sight and shoved a stone cauldron underneath the grave. The cauldron seemed to be filled with water - Harry heard the splash. The crucible was bigger than all the cauldrons Harry had ever used, and could fit an adult person in it.

The things in the baggage on the ground moved more vigorously, as if they were about to break free. The diminutive man was busy scratching the base of the cauldron with his wand, only to see a crackling fire burst out under the cauldron. With this sound, the serpent swam towards the darkness.

The liquid in the crucible seemed to heat up quickly. The surface not only began to boil, but sparks burst out, as if it were burning. The steam was getting thicker and thicker, and the figure of the insect tail watching the fire became blurred. The burden moved more urgently. Harry heard the sharp, cold voice he had heard in his dreams.

"Quick!"

Now the entire surface of the water is sparkling, as if it is adorned with diamonds.

"It's burned, master."

"...... Now"

The short man ripped open the baggage on the floor, revealing what was inside.

Harry let out a scream, but was smothered by something stuffing in his mouth.

It seemed to be a curled up baby, but Harry had never seen anything more like a baby. It had no hair, and its body seemed to have scales, 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.

The thing, which looked completely incapable of taking care of itself, raised its thin arm around the short man's neck. He carried himself to the edge of the cauldron, and for a moment Harry saw the splash of water on the potion's surface illuminate the evil face.

The man placed the thing in the cauldron, and with a hissing sound, it sank. Harry heard the soft sound of its body touching the bottom of the cauldron.

What the hell is that......

Harry really couldn't imagine it at the moment - it felt like everything was fake, he was still competing in the Triwizard Tournament before, and then he was tied up and couldn't move, and he was forced to watch this evil scene of boiling babies in potions.

The short man raised his wand, closed his eyes, and said to the night sky, "Father's bones, unintentionally donated, can give your son a second life!" ”

"The flesh of a servant, voluntarily giving, may give it back to your master."

"The blood of your enemies, compelled to give it, may raise your enemies to life."

With the spell, Harry watched as he took something out of the grave, cut off one of his own hands, and took the blood from his right-hand hand and introduced it into the pot.

The cauldron was about to boil, and the diamond-like sparks flew out in all directions, so bright and dazzling that everything around them turned a black velvety color.

Then suddenly, the spark on the crucible went out. A puff of white vapor rose from the cauldron, obscuring everything in front of Harry. Then, through the white mist in front of him, he saw the black figure of a man slowly rising from the crucible, tall and thin, like a skeleton.

"Dress me."

The cold, shrill voice spoke behind the steam, and the short man, who seemed to be lying to the ground in pain, carefully guarded his stump arm, but hastily grabbed the black robe from the ground, stood up, and put one hand over his master's head.

The thin man stepped out of the cauldron, his eyes fixed on Harry......

Then Harry recognized...... It was the face he had seen in his nightmares when he still had frequent headaches, paler than a skeleton, two large red eyes, a nose as flat as a snake's, and two thin slits in the nostrils......

It's Voldemort!

Seeing this existence that could be considered his enemy again, Harry found his emotions unexpectedly calm.

What should I say, there is an unexpected but reasonable feeling - after all, Voldemort's involvement in the Triwizard Tournament has long been speculated, but he can't fully connect the whole thing now.

I always feel ...... I seem to have overlooked something.

Voldemort looked away from Harry and began to examine his body. His hands were like big pale spiders, and his long, slender pale fingers caressed his chest, arms, and face; The red eyes were brighter in the dark, and the pupils were two slits, like a cat's eyes. He raised his hands and moved his fingers, his expression ecstatic, ignoring his subordinates who had fallen to the ground and were bleeding and convulsing, or the great snake that had swam back at some point.

Voldemort put his surprisingly long fingers into a deep pocket and pulled out a wand. He stroked his wand lightly, then raised it to his servant, lifted him off the ground, and threw him onto the tombstone Harry was leaning on.

The short man fell to the tombstone and collapsed there crying. Voldemort turned his bright red eyes to Harry and let out a cold, shrill smirk.

"Funny, isn't it?"

Lazily and slowly, Voldemort bent down, pulled up the short man's left arm, and pulled his sleeve up to his elbow.

Harry saw something on the skin, what appeared to be a bright red tattoo - a skeleton spat out of its mouth a snake, the same one seen in the Quidditch World Cup: the Dark Mark mark.

Voldemort scrutinized it, oblivious to the uncontrollable sobs of his subordinates.

"It's back,"

"They're all going to notice it," he whispered...... Now, we'll see...... We'll know ......."

He pressed his long, pale index finger to the short man's arm.

The short man let out another wail. When Voldemort took his finger off the mark, Harry saw that the mark had turned pitch black.

Voldemort had a cruel smug look on his face. He straightened up, raised his head, and scanned the dark graveyard.

"How many people have the guts to come back after feeling it?"

He muttered, glowing red eyes staring at the stars in the sky, "And how many people would be stupid not to come?" ”

[No one will come.] ]

A voice like a chuckle sounded, with a thick mockery, [You fake. ]

Looking at the familiar figure that suddenly appeared in the field, Harry, who couldn't move, suddenly opened his eyes wide - Opal! How did she come here!