Harry looked around the gloomy cemetery blankly, where was it? Why did the trophy bring them here, and what exactly is the purpose of Krum?

The upper body is still tied firmly by rope, and the feeling of the belly button being hooked is so familiar, it is the portkey, the trophy of the Triwizard Tournament is a portkey!

Squinting nervously, hoping to see farther in the dark graveyard, Krum standing at his side held his wand vigilantly, his face no longer relaxed and replaced with a nervous and solemn look that scared Harry, as if there was some magical creature here that needed to be taken care of.

"Where is this ......?"

Harry tried to ask again, but no one answered him, Krum and Cedric stood side by side, as if guarding against something, Harry's cold hairs stood on end, he always felt that someone was in the dark, watching them.

"Shhhh

Krum stretched out his finger abruptly, and the cat bent down, as if to signal Harry and Fleur to bend down as well, but Harry didn't understand what he meant, his feet were a little numb, maybe because his upper body had been tied for too long, and he wanted to move the blood veins on his feet, but he heard a rustling sound from the tall grass in front of him.

Harry? Potter's eyes widened, nervously at the weeds swaying in the darkness in front of him, and a figure walked towards them step by step between the graves.

He was small in stature, wearing a hooded cloak, his face was covered, and he couldn't see what he looked like, but his arms were bent as if he was carrying something in his arms, and Harry wanted to look again, but he heard a cold voice in the night sky

"Kill the ones who get in the way."

Before he could tell where the words came from, a shrill voice followed, and the entire cemetery was illuminated by a green light.

"Avada suo!"

The Curse came straight for Harry, he stared blankly at the green light in front of him, and suddenly the scar on his forehead was in sharp pain, he had never felt such a strong pain, his legs bent, and he fell directly to the ground, his stomach was sour, and he was about to vomit in pain, and his whole head seemed to be about to explode.

But his hearing was still there, as if a second had passed, and a year had passed, and he heard a spell sound beside him almost simultaneously

"Avada Suo—"

It was the sound of Krum, followed by a violent explosion like a building collapsing, and the rolling air swept the dead grass and stones on the ground far away.

Harry fell to his knees, his face unfortunate to fall into the dirt again, the rotten weeds plopping down on his face, and he vaguely saw a green light all over his eyes, and the flying stones hit his face with less pain than a ten-thousandth of what he had heard from his forehead.

For a moment, Harry even thought he was dead, until someone pulled him up again, it was Diggory, and he lifted him up with all his might, and Harry saw that Fleur on the other side had fallen to her knees in fright, and Krum was standing in front of her, and the Curse was supposed to be directed towards her.

"You're not even getting enough mana, Pettigrew."

Krum pointed his wand at the dark shadow in the shadows, his face still solemn, but he teased the other party.

What did he call him, Harry was dumbfounded, he wanted to rub his ears, but the only one that was exposed, the arm he had used to grab the top three cup just now was very numb, and he couldn't do anything.

Pettigrew? Is there a second wizard named Pettigrew in this world?

"Lord...... ...... hosts"

The short black figure seemed to be crying, and he whispered ***** in a tone that was close to sobbing, as if he were asking for help from the pitch-black package he was holding.

"Waste."

The cold voice sounded again, this time Harry knew where it came from, it was from the burden, this time the voice was even colder, the Pettigrew whimpered weakly, and Harry suddenly felt a sharp pain in his forehead start to ache again.

He's shouting for the master, he's shouting for the master......

Harry felt his heart tingle, not only his hands, but his whole body began to paralyze, as if an invisible force was slowly enveloping him, suffocating him, the master of the Pettigrew, the master of the Pettigrew......

He heard hissing, and the grass on the other side moved, as if something was wriggling in it, like a snake, a very large snake.

"I want to make a deal!"

Krum's voice echoed through the graveyard, and even the crows and night owls stopped screaming, leaving only the words he spoke, and the aftermath echoed.

"Make a deal...... You go over, Wormtail. ”

A cold voice sounded, the tone of the echo was full of mockery, Harry's blood was about to cool, and the last glimmer of hope in his heart was shattered, it was him, Wormtail, it was him-

"No, Krum—"

It seemed that his throat was blocked by something, and Harry finally shouted out a sentence with all his might, he didn't know why he was calling Krum, but he just had a faint feeling in his heart, Wickdor? Krum knew what was going on, and he attacked them in the labyrinth, bringing him and Fleur here, and now, Wormtail and his master are here too.

Harry couldn't imagine what Krum was going to do, he almost shouted it out *****

"Don't, Krum—"

The short black shadow slowly approached, he hid his face under the hood, and in his arms was a baby baggage, which seemed to be a little restless, as soon as Harry saw it, the scar began to ache fiercely again, he had realized what was in it, he didn't want the burden to be opened, and even thought viciously in his heart, suffocate him, suffocate him, just suffocate him with the baggage......

"What do you want to trade?"

Harry's wish had not been fulfilled, and the cold voice, asking with interest, seemed to be both amused and amused by the deal Krum was talking about.

Fleur didn't understand what was in front of her, she was just frightened by the life-seeking spell that had just flown towards her, and now that she came back to her senses, her eyes were full of complicated expressions when she saw Krum standing in front of her, as if she couldn't understand what the man was thinking.

"Trust me, you'll be interested in this deal......"

Krum shrugged his shoulders, unoblivious to the sarcasm, his fingers moving, his wand raised a few centimeters upwards to face Wormtail's right hand

"But before that......"

Almost at the same moment, a strong glow erupted from Krum's wand and Wormtail's wand, and Harry was halfway through when he heard Wormtail's shrill incantation

"Arvada ......"

The red light on Krum's wand had already burst out, and the right hand of the Pettigrew Star, he didn't even chant the incantation, and the hand of the worm tail seemed to have reached into the boiling water and was burned, and he couldn't wait to shake the wand away, desperately shaking off the right hand that was missing a finger, and there were some red and swollen bags on it, but the left hand holding the baby's burden was always tight, as if he was afraid of accidentally letting the burden fall to the ground.

"Master......" Wormtail sobbed timidly, and he bent his waist as if he wanted to kneel to the ground.

"Idiot, rubbish!"

The baby's baggage writhed anxiously, and the rustling on the ground became louder, as if something terrible was slowly approaching them, and Krum raised his wand again, and he shouted:

"Don't let your snake come over again? We can now talk about trading. ”

Reaching into his arms, Harry saw Krum pull out a small clear glass vial, which was the blood he had taken from him.

"You want Harry's blood, I can give it to you."

Krum's words sent chills down Harry's body, his body trembling involuntarily as he fell into an ice cave, and the soles of his feet subconsciously retreated, but his back hit a cold tombstone.

Startled, he turned back sharply to see a name engraved on the tombstone

"Tom? Riddle"

His back was completely soaked with sweat, and he slowly slid down against the tombstone, unable to lift up a trace of strength.

"What do you want?"

The cloth bag writhed unhappily, the contents seemed to be very irritable, and his voice had lost its previous sneer, still cold, but with a little more anxiety.

"I want your blood and that of your servants, yes, your blood."

Krum stretched out his hand and pointed at the other side, the worm's tail was still shivering, his hood fell off at some point, revealing a face like a big-headed baby, his pale hair was unkempt, and he was bald on it, and his body was trembling uncontrollably, and he didn't know what to fear.

It turns out that they need their own blood, but what do they want their own blood for? And why did Krum ......

"How?"

Krum weighed the vial in his hand, dark red blood gushing back and forth like waves.

"Proof of it."

Two words were coldly spit out in the baggage, and as soon as Krum raised his hand, he threw the bottle filled with blood directly, and Wormtail hurriedly used the hand that had not yet disappeared to catch the bottle and gently uncorked it.

Even after all this distance, Harry could still feel his forehead burn, and the pain that had subsided had been restored to him, the scar became hot and painful, and that cold, terrible voice came from his ears

"That's right...... That's right...... It's his. ”

"Master......" Wormtail carefully corked the bottle and held it in the palm of his hand in fear, as if hesitating.

"Give it to him."

The voice spoke again, and he spoke coldly, as if he didn't care about his own blood.

"Yes...... But ......"

The cries of the worm tail whimpered throughout the cemetery, like a lonely ghost crying, only to be exchanged for another stern, cold rebuke

"I said, give it to him."

Wormtail's cry stopped abruptly, as if someone had choked his throat, and he shuddered as he put the bottle away, reaching out and groping his way through his tattered black hooded robes, and in a few moments, he pulled out a shiny dagger, the silver blade reflecting the glow of the fluorescent spell on Cedric's wand.

"By the way, here you go, use this pretend."

Krum dropped two bottles and was placed on the ground by the worm's tail, and he slowly lowered the bag he was holding in the crook of his arm to the ground, and Harry could see the contents of the bag moving as if it were about to break free.

Pettigrew closed his eyes, took the dagger in his left hand, and swung the long, thin dagger to cut a deep wound in his right palm, and the blood flowed silently and dripped into the bottle below.

Harry watched as the bottle was a quarter full, and Krum whispered, enough before Pettigrew slowly withdrew his palm, tore off the corner of his robe, wrapped his palm tremblingly, and then walked slowly, fearfully, towards the baby burden on the ground, his body shaking even more, like a sieve.

"Lord...... The master ...... "Worm Tail***** barely holding the dagger, slowly picking up the corner of the baggage, revealing a slimy, eyeless ugly thing, and the first time Harry saw it, he felt a chill rise in his heart.

The thing looked like a curled up baby, but nothing more like it, hairless, as if it had scales, dark skin, soft and red, with long, soft arms and legs, and its face—no such as that of a living child—a flat serpent face with a pair of sparkling red eyes.

"Ah...... Host...... The owner ......" Wormtail held the dagger in his hand and was still sobbing.

"Hurry up, don't make our friends wait."

The twisted baby had an extremely ugly and terrifying expression, and anyone who saw something like this could not help but feel creepy.

Krum still pointed his wand at the tail of the worm, not shying away from the terrifying baby in front of him.

"Poof—"

The dagger made a small cut on the baby's slender arm, and dark red cold blood flowed out of the wound one by one.

Harry's stomach churned, and the scar suddenly felt a sharp pain, but fortunately he had become a little used to the scar that was intermittent and would become hot and painful again from time to time, and he felt that he was about to faint like he had at the beginning.

He looked at the blood, dripping into the bottle below, and even if he looked at it from a distance, he would feel that the blood was cold and terrifying.

I don't know how long it took, but just when it seemed as if the night would never end, Wormtail finally corked the bottle and trembled to try to bandage the baby with the broken steps on his robe, but was stopped.

Pettigrew picked up the baby in his baggage again, and Krum put his wand down, looking at the two glass vials of blood in his hand, a satisfied smile on his lips.

"Now, what else to say."

The cold voice came from the burden that the dwarf was carrying, and it seemed to become a little weaker.

Krum looked up unhurriedly, looked at the Pettigrew, who had unconsciously retreated to 30 feet away from him, opened his mouth, and was about to say something, but suddenly shouted:

"Get down!"

At the same time, Harry felt himself leaning on an engraved "Tom? Behind Riddle's tombstone, a shining green light lit up.

"Avada suo!" A heavy voice sounded, and it was vaguely familiar.

The green light headed for Cedric, but he didn't hesitate to lie on the ground, just in time to avoid the curse, Harry pressed against the cold tombstone, and looked behind him from the edge, and a familiar figure came into view.

"Professor Moody!"

Seeing Dumbledore's most trusted professor, Harry instantly felt that he might be about to be saved, and that this long-standing nightmare would soon be over, and suddenly, his whole body slid loosely down the stele.