"Bang!"

"Boom!"

Red and green light exploded between the cluttered tombstones, spells shot out from the tips of Krum and Moody's wands, and Harry felt as if he were on a wizarding battlefield with such great mana.

Krum and Cedric leaned on the tombstone as a cover and moved in the direction of Harry, Krum still dragging Fleur in his hand, and the rope on her body was not untied, but fortunately, the two free legs did not prevent escape and dodge.

No, Professor, over there—Wormtail—Voldemort—they're over there——!

Harry wanted to shout out loud, to tell Moody that he was ahead of him, that man was further ahead, and he was sure that he was going to stop him, and whatever he wanted to do, perhaps only Professor Moody could stop him.

But Moody's voice rang out before Harry, and he shouted in a thick voice to the explosion of the magic collision:

"Look what you've done!? Worm Tail ——! ”

"Bang!" A flash of red light blasted Harry's tombstone diagonally into the sky, shattering the heavy stone slabs and falling many pieces of rubble on Harry's head, shattering his head again.

"You almost ruined your master's big thing!"

Harry couldn't understand what Professor Moody was saying, master? Did you hear it wrong? No, it can't be, not even in the most fanciful dreams.

"Quick, Wormtail, start a fire!" It's the restless baby from the baggage talking, and he blindly urges Pettigrew.

"Keep them all! Buddy! Keep them all! I'm going to execute these scum myself! ”

The shrill voice sounded, and the scar on Harry's forehead was burning pain again, but he was already numb, and he didn't even react when the broken scalp oozed down the corners of his brow.

"Are you alright?"

Harry turned his head blankly, and next to him was Krum, who ruffled Harry's hair and saw the wound.

"Relax, all it takes is a small spell."

The spell was still flying all over the sky, and behind a tombstone behind Krum were Cedric and Fleur, and Cedric pumped his wand out of the tombstone from time to time, quickly casting a curse, and then quickly retracted, and Moody's magic exploded not far behind him in the next second.

Krum pointed his wand at Harry and whispered, "Heal quickly"

"Alright, now it's all right, let's move to the back - ah, is Riddle's tombstone?"

He spoke in a relaxed tone, and when he looked up, he seemed to see Tom on the tombstone? Riddle's lettering.

"Let's go to the back—he's gone!"

Krum turned to Cedric and shouted that Moody was almost over to Wormtail, and Harry let Krum drag him behind Riddle's tombstone, and he looked at Wormtail dozens of feet away, bending over as if he was pushing something heavy.

"I knew you were a bad guy, Wormtail, but luckily I had two portkeys!"

Moody seemed to be reprimanding Wormtail, and Harry faintly heard the cold voice again, screaming with a little delight:

"Well done, Barty! Well done! Now, quick, quick, get the fire on fire. ”

"That's ...... Hogwarts, Professor Moody? ”

Fleur covered her mouth with one of her exposed hands, poking her head out from behind another tombstone to look into the darkness, and strangely, with Moody's appearance, the two of them now seemed to be in the Krum camp.

No, it can't be, Harry recognized Moody, but couldn't believe it, it was a lame joke that made it impossible to laugh at all.

He turned his head sideways, looking over the edge of Riddle's tombstone, squinting into the darkness, and at some point, a fire had risen on the grave, and upon closer inspection, Harry could see that it was a huge stone cauldron, the heavy thing that the worm's tail had been pushing just now, and this was it.

The firelight reflected the man next to the cauldron very clearly, his prosthetic leg didn't seem to be lame at all, he was standing as usual, he was still wearing the black traveling cloak that Harry was familiar with, his nose was missing a large piece, and the round magic prosthetic eye was turning, as if it had penetrated the thick tombstone and found Harry's location.

"Oh, it's the boy, he's coming, master, I've brought him." Moody screamed softly, his facial muscles twisting strangely, twitching.

"Well done, Barty, you're my most loyal servant, now, hurry, hurry—Wormtail!"

The baby's baggage writhed anxiously, how could Harry believe that everything in front of him was real?

The Auror that Dumbledore believed in the most, the mad-eyed man with a scarred face and countless battles against the Dark Wizard, was called his "most loyal servant" by Voldemort?

"It's not true......"

Harry muttered in a low voice, and he turned his head to look at Krum, who was staring at him with interest, and suddenly understood, and asked:

"You know that, don't you? You know something—"

"It's all true, Harry."

Krum's calm made Harry's heart even colder, and he was sure that even if he were stripped naked and thrown into the Black Lake in December, it would not be as cold as it was now.

Everyone knew what was going on, everyone knew what was coming, Krum, Cedric, Moody, Wormtail, and the Dark Lord who made him vomit and have a headache.

Only himself, who understands nothing, is deeply kept in the dark, like a marionette being manipulated to his heart's content, Harry even has such fantasies, maybe even Dumbledore knows this? Maybe everyone who participates in the Triwizard Tournament has a share?

Karkaroff, Madame Maxim, Ludo? Bagman ......

What do they know?

The world must be crazy.

Harry didn't even want to look at it when he heard Wormtail's cry of surprise

"Burn it, master!"

Then there were sharp and exciting commands

"Now, quick!"

He saw Moody holding his wand vigilantly, his eyes staring at the tombstone he was on, but it wasn't him who was wary, he seemed to know that Harry didn't even have a wand.

"Aren't you going to do something?"

Harry spoke, his tone as cold as his heart, he didn't know why he asked, Krum didn't look like a Death Eater, but why would he give his blood to Voldemort? It must seem like something very important to the Dark Lord, and Krum understands that.

"Someone is staring, and you've seen how powerful Professor Moody's Death Curse is, right?"

Harry was sure that wasn't Krum's intentions, and he hated the guy now, he had never spoken in that tone, even when he had faced Malfoy

"Yours aren't bad, huh?"

Krum didn't reply this time.

"Puff"

The sound of something falling into the water, Harry poked his head out again, dozens of feet away, in front of the huge stone crucible, the baby baggage in the hand of the worm tail was empty, and it was the contents that had just fallen into the crucible.

The feeling of nausea came back to his heart, and Harry felt a wave of nausea and dizziness, and he knew that something was going to happen, something very, very bad was going to happen.

His scar began to ache sharply, painful like never before, and it had never been so painful as it was now since he came to this cemetery.

Harry could still hear the "hiss-" sound from the contents of the baby's baggage, sinking to the bottom.

Drown it......

Harry thought, the pain of his scar making him almost unable to think, and there was only one thought left in his mind, please...... Let it drown......

"Go ahead...... Fast...... Worm Tail ...... Our great hosts, can't wait for a long time......"

Moody felt like he was going crazy, his body shaking like a sieve, but not by panic or anything else, the excitement and ecstasy that anyone could see.

"Woo......"

Harry seemed to hear the worm's tail sobbing, his voice trembling like Moody's body, and by the light of the fire under the stone cauldron, Harry could see that he had raised his wand, he closed his eyes, and said to the night sky:

"A father's bones, unintentionally donated, can give your son a second life!"

The tomb next to the cauldron cracked, and a small wisp of dust rose into the air at the call of the worm's tail, and fell gently into the cauldron, the liquid in the cauldron seemed to boil, hissing, and sparks flew everywhere, Harry saw Moody suddenly take a step forward, he waved his wand, and in an instant a fierce wall of fire rose up, erected between the two sides, the flames blocked most of his vision, and he was almost unable to see the scene inside.

Only the low whimper and sobs of the wormtail, and the excruciating pain from the scar on his forehead, reminded Harry that this was not a nightmare that he would wake up from at any time, it was different from the nightmares he had before, no dream could be so clear and real.

Fleur also felt this ominous atmosphere, she was behind another tombstone, Cedric was next to her, Fleur looked at Krum, hesitated for a moment, and then asked as if determined:

"What are they doing? You know who they are, right? Krum? ”

Harry didn't have time to look at Krum, he just saw through the flames that Wormtail seemed to tremble and pulled the dagger out of his cloak and slashed through his palm.

"Look, you'll see."

This was Krum's answer, and Harry was tempted to tell Fleur that it was Wormtail, a dastardly Death Eater, in the Crucible...... That horrible baby...... Even he didn't want to admit it...... That might be Voldemort.

But the pain and the feeling of powerlessness that came from the bottom of his heart made Harry not want to speak, what could he say, what could he tell Fleur? He didn't figure it out himself, or was Fleur just pretending to be stupid and sarcastic about herself?

Harry leaned feebly against the tombstone, pressing his forehead against the cold tombstone in pain, with only one thought in his heart, please...... Please...... Let him drown...... Let him drown......

"The servant's flesh is freely donated to bring your master to life again."

The flames were raging, blocking the view, and Harry didn't know what Wormtail was going to do, but his heart seemed to be grabbed by tweezers, and a scream that pierced the night sky suddenly sounded in the graveyard, it was Wormtail's.

"Ahh

What followed was a disgusting plop that clearly fell into the pot, the worm's tail gasped in pain, the wall of flames "crackled", and Moody's disgusted urges came:

"Hurry up, Wormtail, don't scream—damn it, you're so honored! What a damn one! ”

The stone cauldron erupted with a strong red glow, as if something was about to erupt, and Harry's head cracked like someone was trying to split it alive with an axe, and it was almost unbearable for him.

"Here, come here—"

Krum whispered beside him, and Harry knew by feeling that it was Cedric and Fleur tumbling over the other tombstone, which alerted Moody, and a vicious curse slammed into the tombstone where Cedric had been, blowing it to pieces.

"Feud—the blood of the enemy...... Forced to give ...... can make your enemies ...... Resurrection. ”

However, the sound of the worm's tail once again drowned out all the noise, and he gasped hard, the sobs were inaudible, and only the ***** of pain remained, and Harry watched as he fumbled out something from his cloak, the bottle of Harry's blood that Krum had given him earlier.

As if with all his strength, Pettigrew uncorked the bottle and poured all the blood into the cauldron, then shook himself and fell to his knees in front of the cauldron, his body crooked and collapsed on the ground, the sobs resounding again, and Harry could only see his shadow curled up in a ball through the flames.

"Smack"

Moody walked over slowly, kicked the worm's tail away, and stood dead in front of the crucible, the crazy face on his face, like a demon coming out of hell in the flames, made Harry creepy, his lame leg was not at all fine, the magic eye was dripping around, and the crucible behind him was about to boil.

"That'...... What the hell is that......"

Fleur's voice trembled, and as the cauldron shot out of the cauldron, diamond-like sparks flew out in all directions, so bright and dazzling, that everything around them turned into a black velvety color.

She'd probably never experienced anything like this in her life, and the crazy Moody, Wormtail, and the horrible thing that was thrown into the pot, and Krum, who was a complete stranger in front of her, hadn't tortured Fleur crazy, and it was a blessing.

But now there was no one to answer his question, and Harry stared at the cauldron, not caring about the headache or the scar, only one thought in his head

Let's hope he's dead, it won't work, it won't ......

Suddenly, the spark on the crucible went out, and a puff of white steam rose from the cauldron, obscuring everything, and Wormtail, Moody, and all of them were invisible, leaving only a white expanse of water.

Harry felt his heart pounding, as if it was being pulled and enlarged, and then clenched and contracted, and his veins were about to burst, over and over again, over and *****over again

Definitely won't work out...... It drowned...... Please...... Please let it die......

Then, the white mist in front of him gradually thinned, and he creeped to see that in the crucible, the black figure of a man slowly rose, tall and thin, like a skeleton.

"Dress me."

The cold, shrill voice said from behind the steam.