"Woo-" The wind blew through the cemetery, as if even the yews on both sides were crying, a few pieces of cracked marble, crumbling on the statue, and then with a "boom", the wings of the angel statue shattered on the ground, splashing hazy smoke and dust.

No one spoke, the Death Eaters were silent, their faces hidden in their cloaks, lowered, looking at the ground, and there were two wounded men, bent over, as if they were chou/chu in pain, but they did not dare to make a sound, and anyone could see that the master who had summoned himself here, overflowing with anger that could explode at any moment.

"Hiss-" The sound of rustling in the grass sounded, and a large snake wandered in a flattering manner, and just now it was hiding somewhere, and now it was holding a thin gray mouse in its mouth, and stretched its head towards the Dark Lord in an inviting manner, and the mouse remained motionless, with a broken front paw, and looked like it was about to die.

"Put him down, Nagini—"

Voldemort finally spoke, as if a relief to the Death Eaters, allowing the stagnant air around them to flow again, and several stiff Death Eaters, who had already bent over to stand, moved their arms in due time.

The viper obediently let go of his mouth, and the mouse fell to the ground, and came back to life, lying on the ground and shivering, Voldemort's narrow red snake eyes stared at him, and said lazily:

"You're the first to run away again, aren't you? Wormtail, it looks like you don't have any faith in your master, do you think I'm going to be finished this time? ”

The dark clouds drifted over the cemetery of Little Hangleton at some point, silently covering the moon, and the gray mouse trembled even more, and it turned around twice in place, sticking out its head from the mouse's head, and its limbs soon came out, and its body was blown up like a balloon, and after a while, the worm's tail appeared where the mouse was, trembling all over, and the sobbing echoed in the cemetery.

"Stop, I'm tired of hearing your cries, Wormtail."

"The host...... Please...... Forgive me......"

Wormtail clutched a corner of Voldemort's black robe in fear, seemingly eager to take the dirty corner into his mouth to beg his master's forgiveness.

"You can't do anything without hands," Voldemort glanced at him faintly, and without kicking him away, he said:

"I forgive you, reach out, Wormtail."

The Death Eaters looked up in disbelief, and even if they couldn't see their faces clearly, they could imagine their surprised faces under the black cloaks, and the Wormtail's breath became harsh and heavy, as if they couldn't believe what they were hearing.

The next moment, Voldemort raised his wand and drew a band of light in the air like molten silver, which at first had no shape, then twisted into a glittering human hand, as bright as moonlight, and it flew down on its own, resting on the severed wrist of the worm's tail.

He looked at the hand with ecstasy, it was attached to his arm seamlessly, as if he were wearing a dazzling silver glove, and the wormtail tried to bend his fingers slightly, and with a shudder, he picked up a branch from the ground and crushed it.

"The host...... It's so beautiful...... Thank you...... Thank you......" He crawled, trying to kiss Voldemort's robes, but this time Voldemort ignored him, instead looking back at the Death Eaters who appeared behind him.

"Welcome...... Death Eaters," Voldemort's tone was calm, as if his previous anger had been buried deep in him.

"Unexpectedly, after thirteen years...... We're going to reunite in this way...... It's been thirteen years, and you're still answering my call as you did yesterday, and that's good......"

He began to pace slowly among the Death Eaters, each footstep on the tips of the servants' hearts, who were suddenly summoned by the Dark Mark, and the powerful mana told them the reality that the Dark Lord was back, indisputably back.

Whether it's sudden fear, or long-term nightmares, or even speculation to avoid harm, the Death Eaters have to shout ying/zhao, and the apparitions have changed, but as soon as they arrive, they are drawn into a crazy battle, and the spell hits like a rainstorm, and they still have some confusion about the situation.

"But......" Voldemort suddenly stopped, stood in front of a Death Eater, looked up, and stared at him with snake eyes for an interesting look.

"But the battle just now...... Let me see something......"

"Master!" The Death Eater fell to his knees, trembling and prostrate at Voldemort's feet, swinging vigorously from head to toe.

"Spare me, master, spare me—" He begged, screaming, humbled as he had been before Wormtail.

Voldemort ignored him and continued:

"I see...... You didn't do your best...... You've been caught up in a battle...... You see countless wizards besieging me...... You're scared...... Are you worried that the Dark Lord has just been resurrected and is about to be beaten again? ”

The Death Eaters sao/dong up, and several of them stood there, shaking violently.

"It disappoints me...... I'll admit I was very disappointed......"

Voldemort shook his head, and a night wind blew through him, blowing up his black robes, and raising them behind him like a giant bat with outstretched wings.

"Dig into the bones!"

He suddenly raised his wand and crawled at the Death Eater at his feet, writhing in pain, screaming, curling up in the shape of a mass of prawns, and then Voldemort suddenly raised his wand, pulled the hem of his robe out of the hands of the lying and panting Death Eater, and paced the crowd again.

The Death Eaters trembled as if they were afraid that the next target of the Master's Mind Curse would be themselves.

"Lucius, my cunning friend." Voldemort stopped in front of a man, carefully examined the masked face under the cloak, and whispered:

"I heard that you relied on your excellent acting skills in front of the world and pretended to be sanctimonious, which made you greatly developed in the wizarding world, didn't you?"

"Master—"

However, before Lucius could reply, Voldemort immediately interrupted him and continued:

"But you never looked for me, never ......"

"No, master—I've always been very careful—I'll rush to your side as soon as there is any rumor of your whereabouts—"

"Ha," Voldemort chuckled, "but last summer, you escaped under the Dark Mark. ”

Lucius was speechless.

"Yes, I know that, Lucius...... You've let me down...... Now you have a chance to repent...... and an opportunity for you to repent......"

Voldemort whispered, which made all the Death Eaters prick up their ears

"Find out where that kid came from." His words were like a cold wind that pierced through the entire cemetery and the yew woods on the sides, and the Death Eaters were slightly dazed, they didn't know what was happening.

"His name is Wickdor? Krum, the warrior of Durmstrong! ”

Little Barty? Crouch screamed, his polyjuice potion had passed the time, Moody's MAGIC Eye was squeezed out of its sockets, its leg was no longer lame, and the fake wooden leg was pushed off to grow a real leg.

The Death Eaters sao/dong again, and some people start talking to each other

"Krum? Seeker in Bulgaria? ”

Voldemort chuckled under his breath

Durmstrang ...... Karkaroff, my friend ......"

Threatened his own trade, besieged, took Harry? Potter, this damn little reptile ruined all his plans, he was so disrespectful to himself, Voldemort wasn't going to leave it at that, he was going to ...... Victor, find out, and then "treat" him well, and now, he remembers the name.

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Harry felt the world spin, he was about to vomit, the headache, the dizziness, the scars were hot, everything reminded him all the time that what had happened before was a clear reality, not a nightmare he had prayed for.

"Bang!"

With a crisp sound, he felt himself fall to the ground, the soft scent of grass came to his nose, and he regained his hearing, and the noise and noise poured into his ears, the shouts of the students.

Still dizzy, barely opened his eyes, saw the light, saw the shaking figure, the closest to him was Fleur, she fainted, her hand was still clutching the cup of the top three that brought them back, he was back, back to Hogwarts, back to the Quidditch pitch, the crowd was rushing towards him, he seemed to see Dumbledore's tall figure.

"Harry, Harry!" Loud footsteps, shouting were everywhere, he didn't bother to distinguish between them, he was going to wait for Dumbledore, he was going to go to Dumbledore, to tell him, to tell him what he saw, that Krum was a student of Durmstrang - Karkaroff - would it be the same -

"Shhhh

Harry clutched his head in pain, he couldn't think, the pain from the scar had tormented him all night, and now his brain seemed to melt, and he wished that Fleur hadn't fainted, and that she could tell Dumbledore on his behalf, that she was there and had seen those things......

"Harry, how are you, Harry!"

Another call was heard, and Harry struggled to open his eyes, and was greeted by a starry night sky, a pair of powerful hands grabbing his shoulders, and looking down, Harry saw Dumbledore.

"Professor...... Voldemort ...... Professor...... It's Voldemort......"

"Speak slowly, kid...... Slow down. ”

Dumbledore's voice was soft like the best cure for a headache, and Harry found that he was finally able to breathe smoothly, his head was not as painful as before, and his body seemed to be slowly rearing sensations.

"Oh my God, Harry, where have Krum and Cedric gone! What about the other warriors!? "Cornelius? Fudge squeezed in front of Dumbledore, his face pale and terrified.

"Fleur-Fleur-" It was Madame Maxime, her massive body taking up a large area of the side, making it impossible for Fleur's mother to squeeze into the crowd.

"Let's go, let's get out of here first, and we'll all step back—"

"He needs to go to the hospital, go to the hospital!"

"Moody! Professor Moody is a Death Eater! I see it! Harry suddenly reached out and grabbed Dumbledore's purple robes as if it had occurred to him.

He could clearly see Dumbledore's shoulders tremble for a moment, then quickly regain his composure.

"I see, Harry, you need to rest now, go to the hospital first, Severus-" Dumbledore cried out as a gloomy face appeared upside down in front of Harry.

"Take Harry to Poppy—"

Harry saw Snape's gloomy face and nodded, and without saying a word, he went up and lifted him up, holding his arm against his shoulder, and Fudge followed

"Leave it to me—Severus, I'll take him to the hospital—"

Snape didn't speak, but walked him out of the Quidditch arena step by step, and Harry felt his head start to dizzy again, and the scene before him turned into a multicolored neon sign that gradually became blurry, and the scar suddenly ached, making him want to vomit, and Fudge seemed to be still asking him where the other warriors were.

But when the sound entered his ears, it turned into water and came out again, and Harry felt the wetness in his ears and eyes, and he could no longer hear any sound, only the heavy gasps of the man holding him.

"Come, child, open your mouth and drink—"

When Harry regained his hearing and opened his eyes, he was already seated in Madam Pomfrey's infirmary, the gentle school doctor half-crouching in front of Harry, handing him a cup.

Harry drank as he said, but he was choked and coughed, his throat and eyes were as hot as pepper, but fortunately, he felt a little strength, and as the medicine went down his stomach, his appetite was warm, and a little bit of power was seeping out, and the world in front of him became clear again, and his voice was normal.

"Professor...... I want to see you, Professor Dumbledore......"

"Believe me, kid, the professor will be here soon, but you won't be allowed to go anywhere until then, Professor Snape has said-"

Snape? Harry remembered as if Snape had carried him......

"Da Da Da"

There was a loud and hurried sound of footsteps outside the door, as if a lot of people were approaching, Madam Pomfrey opened the door and walked out, Harry heard her exclamation:

"Oh my God—Professor—"

"Poppy, very weak—over to you—"

"Let them in—"

Immediately after, Harry saw figures step through the door of the infirmary, and Hagrid was like a hill, holding a man in his arms, gray hair, wooden prosthetic legs, it was Moody!

Harry tried to scream but was interrupted by the second person who appeared, Snape was holding a tall, thin young man in his arms, his eyes were closed, his face was pale, who else was not Cedric?

Behind him was Professor McGonagall, who, along with Madam Pomfrey, dragged another man, the warrior from Durmstrang - Krum! He passed out, his eyes closed, and Harry felt his throat be choked again, and it became difficult to breathe, all of which seemed to bring him back to the graveyard.

Madame Maxim couldn't squeeze in, the small infirmary was almost occupied, Hagrid took Fleur from her hand, and put it in turn in the empty bed/hang in the infirmary, Harry's heart, his throat and eyes, looked at the familiar faces, the picture from ten minutes ago, began to flashback continuously.

The resurrected Voldemort, the chuckling Krum, the weeping Wormtail, and the black-robed wizards who suddenly appeared, spells, explosions, flashes in front of his eyes, and—

A figure appeared at the door, and he walked in, without a kind smile, with a cold anger on every wrinkle on his old face, and his face was so terrible. More than Harry could have imagined, there was a power radiating all around him, as if he were burning.

Harry's heart calmed down inexplicably, this is Hogwarts, Dumbledore is here, no one can hurt him, Dumbledore is here......