The man in the cloak magically conjured a rope to tie Harry tightly to the tombstone, from neck to ankle. Harry heard rapid, slight breathing coming from inside his hood. He struggled so hard that the man hit him—a finger was missing from the hand that hit him. Harry knew who was inside the hood. It's the tail of the worm.

"It's you!" He exclaimed.

There had never been a moment when Harry was tormented by endless remorse, and a second ago, if he had calmed down and listened to Augustus's reminder, things would not have turned out to be the way they are now. Wanting to defeat Augustus head-on in the Triwizard Tournament, the desire to prove himself to Qiu Zhang was too strong, and he was even blinded by the correct perception in his heart.

Tonight, first Fleur was inexplicably out, and then by the trophy, Krum made a series of unreasonable actions, and he also saw it in his eyes, but unfortunately, sometimes, ** itself is like the bewitching Manju Sawa on the edge of the cliff for us, knowing that stepping on the wrong step is an abyss, but I still can't help but try.

So far, the only way to do our best is to obey the fate of God, wait patiently for things to develop, and look for a chance to escape.

"Our little friend has come from Hogwarts, so it's only natural that we're going to throw a big celebration party for him," a shrill voice sounded in the package, and Harry's heart grew cold, and such a familiar voice seemed to be no different from the tone in his dream.

The liquid in the crucible seemed to heat up quickly. Not only did the surface begin to boil, but sparks erupted, 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 again.

"Quick!"

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

"It's burned, master."

"Now......" said the grim voice.

Wormtail was talking, his voice trembling, as if he had lost his nerves. He raised his wand, closed his eyes, and said to the night sky, "Father's bones, unintentionally donated, can regenerate your son!" ”

"The flesh of a servant—self-voluntary donation, may bring — your master — to life."

As if sensing that something was going to happen, Potter looked at the other three figures in the darkness with a pleading gaze, but unfortunately, the three of them did not move at his gaze for help, but just watched it all with interest.

"Hatred - the blood of the enemy...... Forced to give ...... can make your enemies ...... Resurrection. ”

Harry couldn't stop it, he was tied up too tightly...... He struggled desperately to break free from the ropes that bound him. The cauldron was about to boil, and the diamond-like sparks splattered outwards in all directions, so bright and dazzling that everything around them turned into a black velvety color.

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

"Dress me." The cold, shrill voice said behind the vapor. Wormtail sobbed and sobbed, still protecting his stump arm, and hurriedly grabbed the black robe wrapped in the burden from the ground, stood up, and put it on his master's head with one hand.

The thin man stepped out of the cauldron, his eyes fixed on Harry...... Harry saw the faces that had been in his nightmares for three years, paler than skeletons, with two large red eyes, a nose as flat as a snake's, and two thin slits in the nostrils......

Voldemort is resurrected.

"Congratulations on your rebirth," a glutinous voice sounded, and a smile hung on the corner of Freya's mouth, although the plot has changed a lot, but, under their maneuvering, the boss of this camp has finally returned perfectly.

"Very well, everything you have done, Voldemort will not forget." Voldemort's crimson pupils shone with a fierce sharpness. "Those who choose to help me during this period will receive unimaginable honors and rewards."

"Stretch out your arms." Turning his head to look at Wormtail, Voldemort's scarlet eyes were lazy.

"Please, master...... I beg you ......"

"It's back," he whispered, "and they'll all notice it...... Now, we'll see...... We'll know ......."

He pressed his long, pale index finger to the arm of the worm's tail.

"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?" ”

"Captain, the main god will not create an undifficult task, to prevent Harry Potter from escaping, with the advantage of our familiar knowledge of the plot, it is absolutely impossible for him to use the flying spell on the trophy tonight." Baldell looked at the blonde boy standing with his eyes closed, and said in a low voice. "So?"

"So, the only point of conflict," Freya continued, "is that someone will come to the rescue tonight, and with our rating in the Lord God, and with Voldemort's advantage, if it's just the Middle-earth team, I'm afraid it can only give us bonus points." So, I'm afraid there will be other forces involved? ”

Baldell nodded slightly, and said arbitrarily, "It seems that this is the case, according to the development of the plot, I'm afraid that Dumbledore will not be able to come here in person, and it will not be useful for anyone to come here except him." ”

"How much did you know about Augustus during your time at Hogwarts?" The young man, who had been silently closing his eyes beside him, suddenly asked.

"The information is not very detailed, and I can only dig out some basic information about him from the mouths of some surrounding students, the successor of the first family in the British wizarding world, and one of the warriors of Hogwarts." Freya thought for a moment and said to the boy.

"The captain is Jue, the main contradiction of tonight's mission will be in this person?" Baldell asked with a serious face.

Freya's brown pupils carried a hint of doubt, "With his current age and the strength limitations of this low-level plane, it is really hard to imagine that he can cause us any trouble. ”

The blonde boy sighed slightly, "After going through so many planes, the world realm, for us reincarnations, any aboriginal who is mentioned by the main god cannot be underestimated, let alone the role that exists as the third camp. Being able to stand alongside Dumbledore and Voldemort is definitely a potentially dangerous force with a high degree of threat to us, in fact, rather than facing this unknown danger, I would rather have Dumbledore who knows the bottom come to Harry's rescue. ”

A look of guilt appeared on Freya's face, "It's my responsibility to gather information, and this time I'm too careless." ”

The boy waved his hand slightly.

The air was suddenly filled with the sound of cloaked pawns. Between the graves, behind the cedar trees, there were sorcerer's apparitions in every dark place. They were all hooded and had their faces covered. One by one, they came over...... Walk very slowly, cautiously, as if you can't believe your eyes. Voldemort stood there in silence waiting. A Death Eater fell to his knees, crawled up to Voldemort, and kissed the hem of his black robe.