At the outskirts of the Queddi Pitch, thousands of black-clad spectators wrapped around the Quidly pitch spectators, slitting their veins and slowly circling around the Quidly pitch like martyrs. Pour out his own blood into the ground beneath him.

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"What the hell is going on, and why are so many inexplicable people entering the venue!?"

In the audience, Ludo Bagman's amplified voice echoed in the air, and the air was filled with an air of restless madness.

All the spectators stared at each other, their attention never taken away from the trophy since it was trampled by the strange guy who appeared out of thin air.

Then, when the big purple snake swept away Harry Potter, the audience boiled like a fryer, some of them exclaimed, some covered their mouths in horror, and some of them raised their hats and cheered.

"Who's that? How can a baby speak?"

Ludo Bagman's hat was tilted to the side and he shouted in a frenzied voice, "Wait... Is that... That's Nicol Lemay, the greatest alchemist of all time, how did he end up in this place... Who's going to tell me what's going on......!?"

His microphone was taken away by someone who was slow and methodical, but couldn't help but say something. He looked up and saw a tall man in black wizard robes standing beside him.

"Let me do it," said Grindelwald, "you're not fit to explain the game." ”

He grabbed Ludo Bagman by clothes and pushed him off the commentary seat. Ludo Bagman fell into the crowd and was overwhelmed by the rabid crowd, instantly sprinkling glasses of brown licorice juice on his face.

"Ladies and gentlemen, on this night of great anticipation, allow me to introduce you, the greatest dark magician of all time, Tom Marvolo Riddle. ”

The eyeballs on the labyrinth plant turned in one direction, and the audience saw the red-eyed baby who was being held by Peter Pettigrew covered in blood and dragging an umbilical cord at the navel.

At this moment, he was chatting with Hoffa with an arrogant smile on his face.

"This new friend who has just arrived at Hogwarts. ”

Grindelwald's louder voice came from the stands: "That is, what you often call Voldemort." ”

The sound on the viewing stand is like being pressed the OFF button of the volume, and it instantly comes down to zero.

The audience's heads moved away from the arena stiffly, and mechanically turned to the host's seat, looking at the tall man holding the microphone and talking eloquently.

Grindelwald: "It's no secret that this legendary dark mage has been in a state of collapse since he was defeated fourteen years ago. Recently, however, I received a commission to bring him back to life in the safest place possible. I thought, what safer place could there be?"

There was a split between the people at the scene, one group was mostly women and children, and when they heard the name, they hugged their heads and screamed, regardless of it, almost crazy.

But more male wizards stood up from their seats in the stands and yelled, "Bastard, who are you?"

"What have you been doing?"

"No more kidding!"

"Who gave you the guts, helmet man!"

Some people were scolding, and some people decisively jumped off the platform, apparitions appeared in the middle of the Quedic field, or drew their wands and shot spells at Grindelwald.

Countless incantations blew the commentary seats to pieces, wood and stones rained down, and while some women were scurrying with their heads in their arms, Grindelwald appeared in the other half of the audience, and he continued to shout in a loud voice:

"Let's make a bet that after tonight, either Voldemort will be back on top or he will be crushed and never get up again.

And you have only two choices, either to prevent him from resurrecting or to help him resurrect. ”

"Kill him, and then go and kill Voldemort. ”

Someone said so, it seemed to be the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, who was holding a wand in the crowd, as if Napoleon was on horseback with a sword.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Put them all in Azkaban. ”

When the officials of the Ministry of Magic rushed to the stands.

Just as the decent men rushed off the platform, another group of fanatical Dark Arts enthusiasts invited by Voldemort stood up from their chairs, stopped them, and drew their wands and fired spells without mercy.

For a time, the entire stand fell into a violent and incomparably chaotic conflict. The spell was shining brightly, and food and popcorn were smashed everywhere. The men's shouts, the women's cries are endless.

The stands rang out with the howl of a werewolf - woohoo!

A considerable number of the audience were transformed into werewolves, with thick hair, swollen muscles, and sharp teeth and claws. In the chaos, they grabbed the ordinary wizards who fled around them, bit them on their necks one by one, tore them happily, and drank blood.

Severed limbs flew sideways, and screams were endless.

"Ahh

Grindelwald laughed, as if he had tasted the sweetest wine, and opened his arms in the midst of the chaos of the crowd.

"Behold, how beautiful, how harmonious, with a fuse, we are like man and woman, perfectly blended together. ”

After laughing for a while, he showed a boring expression, looked at the fighting audience bored and indifferent, drew his wand, and calmly walked off the high platform, towards the maze of finals.

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"Adversary. ”

In the dense forest, Hoffa gritted his teeth.

He never thought that after only a few days, the Resurrection Stone was taken away by Grindelwald.

And at the very beginning of their conversation, the black mist that was hidden outside the maze gradually dissipated, allowing them to hear and see the chaos outside the finals.

As you can imagine with your ass, Grindelwald is also using Voldemort's resurrection, and not only that, but he even uses his own thoughts to create a large-scale chaos.

"Have you learned the art of resurrection?"

He asked Nicolame.

"Do you think that with Voldemort's cunning, I have not succeeded in stopping you, and he will hand over the most critical technology to me?" Nicol Lemay sighed: "He won't, only if you die and I surrender to him completely, he will give me the spell without any worries." ”

"Is this the place where he was resurrected?"

"It's here, it's ready, Grindelwald has been helping him these days. ”

"Can you use ready-made ones?"

Hoffa immediately changed his mind.

Nicol Lemay's lips opened slightly, and after a moment of thought, he nodded: "Theoretically, it is possible, after all, as long as the three elements of blood, flesh, and bones are there, it is not difficult to make a body." ”

"Then let's kill Voldemort and destroy this piece of his soul. Then the props for his resurrection were put back in place. ”

Hoffa said categorically: "Now that he has not been reborn, the most important thing is that if he dies, the chaos and war caused by him will soon end." ”

"Grindelwald is not going to sit idly by, and he will certainly continue this chaos until he completes the ceremony. Nicol Lemay looked at Gao Tai worriedly: "God knows how long he has been planning for this chaos." ”

"Then let him come, I'll take the Resurrection Stone away when he comes. ”

Hoffa snapped his fingers, his face expressionless, "And his blood." ”

"Can you do it?"

Nicolame looked at him worriedly: "You are too confident, how can he let you succeed." ”

"Will you help me?"

Hoffa asked rhetorically.

After a moment of silence, Nicol Lemay looked him in the eye and suddenly stepped forward and hugged him. The hug came so suddenly that Hoffa was caught off guard, and then Nicol Lemay sighed, kissed him the forehead, and hugged his head with a rough palm. Just like grandchildren before going to war.

Hoffa understood what he meant, and knew who he was, and in the end, without saying a word, pulled up Nicol Lemay, gave wings on his back, and flapped his wings into the air.

It wasn't long before he saw a hidden corner of the labyrinth obscured by thick steam, and he flapped his wings and summoned a strong wind to blow away the mist.

In the mist, he saw an astonishing scene.

On the grass, a large snake was swimming in its meander motion, firmly protecting the unconscious Harry Potter inside its body.

Next to the serpent was a half-rotten black wooden coffin, which was Tom's father's, and in front of it. It was a pool of boiling water, and the edge of the pool was engraved with countless mysterious and unusual spells, which shone with a secret and powerful light in the darkness.

In this plane, with Grindelwald's help, Voldemort did not use the crucible to resurrect this time, but dug a pool in the ground, which looked much higher.

The worm's tail uses its wand to make dots at the bottom of the edge of the pool. Suddenly, a crackling fire burst into the pool. The large purple serpent swam into the darkness and placed the delicate baby Voldemort on the grass.

The liquid in the pool boiled on the surface, but sparks continued to burst out from it, as if it were burning.

The steam was getting thicker and thicker, and the figure of the insect tail watching the fire became blurred. Voldemort slumped on the grass and shouted, "Hurry, hurry!"

Peter Pettigrew stabbed harder, and in a moment the entire surface of the water flickered with sparks, as if it were dotted with diamonds.

"Hurry up!"

Nicol Lemay also lay on Hoffa's back and urged, and his eyes couldn't be opened when the wind blew: "That resurrection pool won't last long, and it will die soon." If Voldemort is fully resurrected, he won't give you a chance. ”

"I know. ”

In the sky, Hoffa swooped down, getting faster and faster, his eyes fierce as if he wanted to shred the world to pieces.

"Stop him!!"

Seeing Hoffa swooping down from a height, Voldemort shouted in a shrill voice on the grass.

Boom!

The half-human, half-bird Hoffa crashes head-on into an invisible wall. It shook him to a stun and chaos.

With scattered feathers, he fell from mid-air to the ground, and Nicolame smashed on him, crushing him half to death.

Fortunately, Nicolame was fine, and after he fell to the ground, he quickly grabbed Hoffa's arm and pulled him up from the ground.

The wings disappeared from his back, and Hoffa got up from the ground, only to see a man slowly walking out of the maze with his arms raised and holding a shield, stopping Hoffa and Nicolame in front of Voldemort and Wormtail.

It was Miller, who was dumped by him before, who was already at the destination, waiting for him.

Damn it!

At this time, if Miller can help him, his success rate can increase by at least forty percentage points, but the disaster is not a one-way street, Miller is controlled by Grindelwald.

Miller raised his hand to remove the barrier and waved his wand.

Burning rockets rained down on the two of them, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of sulfur.

"Tariko Skeya. ”

Hoffa propped up his shield and fell to one knee as he let the slabs rise from the ground and cover the shield spell he had summoned, creating a second layer of protection.

Whoosh!

The rocket hit the stone shield, and one by one exploded, and the stone shield hit by the rocket quickly turned into magma and flowed down from the shield spell, with an amazing sound.

In the heat, Miller's figure was distorted and blurred by the air, and he walked towards Hoffa step by step, the oppressive force in the air gradually increasing.

"What to do, Lemay!?"

Under the shield, Hoffa asked, "Is there anything you can do?"

"He's mentally controlled by Grindelwald, that guy is the best at that, it's useless for you to fight him, you have to beat Grindelwald. ”

Nicolame said anxiously: "Defeat him, and the mind control will naturally be lifted." ”

"Damn!"

Defeating Grindelwald, Hoffa gritted his teeth, this is not easy, they met in the Quidditch World Cup before, and he didn't have a very good way to take Grindelwald at that time, and now the opponent has one more Miller, and the odds of winning are even lower.

"No, split up, you help me hold him down.

Hoffa quickly made up his mind, "I'm going to deal with Voldemort." ”

"You're going to throw my old bones at this guy?"

"I'm too old to be his opponent." ”

"That's what you said when you trapped me. ”

After saying that, Hoffa didn't give him a chance to refute, and no longer confronted Miller, he bypassed him and ran towards Voldemort, who was hiding behind Miller. Of course, as soon as he moved, Miller immediately followed suit.

Nicol Lemay sighed and moved his thin shoulders, "Since it has to be like this, then the only way to do it is to move." ”

He took out a strange-looking flute from his pocket, took it in his mouth and blew it, and with a strange note, a thick purple smoke poured out of the flute.

The notes flowed, and the smoke turned into an iron giant, and he turned his ears to the music, revealing an appreciative look.

Then, as soon as the notes turned, they became fierce and high-spirited, and the Iron Giant became agitated to the music, and he turned his head to look, searched everywhere for his opponent, and immediately locked on Miller, who had intercepted Hoffa, and he jumped heavily from the ground, leaped up, and crushed Miller under him.

The ground shook three times from the collision, and Miller's entire body was smashed into the dirt, before the Iron Giant grabbed his arm and held him down.

"Whew!"

Seeing that Miller was suppressed, Hofa breathed a sigh of relief, and then scolded: "You still say you can't!"

"It's just a fluke, stupid boy. ”

Nicol Lemay removed the flute from his mouth and said in annoyance, "Don't say I didn't help you, go and deal with Voldemort." ”

After speaking, he did not dare to relax and continued to play the flute.

Suppressed by the Iron Giant, Miller also summoned a group of sword-wielding skeletons in an attempt to kill the flute-playing Nicol Lemay, but as soon as Nicolame's flute note turned, the purple smoke split into two streams, and the other turned into a group of shield-wielding guards, protecting him.

The two of them were fighting in full swing behind them, and at this time Hoffa didn't look back, although the old guy Nicolame always made a weak and impervious old man, but he did it so many times with himself, but he didn't get a bargain on him.

He didn't believe that this old thing, who had lived for hundreds of years, had no hole cards at all.

When Voldemort saw Hoffa approaching, he couldn't help but shout, "Stop him, stop him, Wormtail, Nanigi!"

But without Miller's protection, Voldemort's two remaining guards were no match for Hoffa, and Nanigi was kicked away, and Wormtail's tail simply turned into a rat and fled.

In just five seconds, he rushed to Voldemort's side and picked Voldemort off the ground like a basketball.

Pinching the bloodied baby Voldemort, he sneered, "You can't run." ”

"Let go of me!"

Voldemort struggled desperately in the palm of his hand, but he was only an infant and could not pose any threat to Hoffa.

"Say, did you give the Resurrection Stone to Grindelwald?"

Hoffa began to press.

"I'd rather destroy it than give it to you!"

Voldemort looked at Hoffa with extreme hatred: "In your life, no one wants to be resurrected, I want to see you tortured by endless loneliness until you go crazy!"

"Okay, then you can die. ”

Hoffa grabbed baby Voldemort's little arm and leg and threatened, thinking that if Voldemort would not give him the Resurrection Stone, he would decide to tear the disgusting creature in half.

However, at this time, Voldemort's red eyes were not afraid at all, on the contrary, he actually smiled triumphantly.

His laughter made Hoffa feel bad, Tom was by no means like himself, he liked to pretend to be a ghost and scare others, in a sense, he was much more serious than himself, and when he laughed, something bad must have happened.

"What are you laughing at?"

He asked Tom Riddle sharply.

"Hehehehe..."

The little baby in his hand turned his head sideways: "Our dear teacher is here." ”

Feeling extremely uncomfortable, Hoffa immediately turned his head to see a tall, white-haired man silently emerging from the labyrinth, and he raised his hand to throw an arrow as clear as glass.

The sharp arrow emerged from the shadows without warning.

Nicol Lemay, who played the flute, was pierced through the chest by the clear glass arrow.

The melodious sound of the flute suddenly turned into noise, and then came to an abrupt halt.

The metal giant reverted to purple smoke after losing its notes.

"Lemay!"

He screamed, abandoned Voldemort without hesitation, flapped his wings, and rushed towards Nicol Lemay, this time, he really panicked.

He sprinted to Nicol Lemay with all his might.

After Nicol Lemay was injured, a fierce flame gushed out of Miller's body as he lost control, and he broke free and flicked his wand with one hand, a sharp blue spell appeared on the tip of the wand, and in a flash of lightning, it slashed at Nicol Lemay's head.