"Dress me."

The cold, shrill voice said from behind the steam.

Wormtail curled up on the ground, sobbing incessantly, Moody hurriedly grabbed the black robe wrapped in the blanket from the ground, cautiously approached the stone cauldron, and put the robe on the head of the tall and thin black shadow with his hand.

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

It's Voldemort, resurrected.

"You didn't disappoint me, Barty......"

Voldemort's gaze turned away from Harry and began to examine his body, his skin was pale with a hint of sickness, his red eyes were brighter in the dark, and his pupils were two slits, like cat's eyes.

"Oh. The host - you're back - the host——! ”

Moody raised his voice and threw himself at Voldemort's feet as if he was incoherent, kissing the hem of his robe frantically, an act that made Harry tremble, what they call the Crazy Eye? The Auror who sent countless Death Eaters to Azkaban?

But why did Voldemort call him Barty? A man came to Harry's mind, a crazy old man, a high-ranking official of the Ministry of Magic, the director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation, Barty? Mr. Crouch.

"I'll reward you, Barty, I'll give you the best—" Voldemort raised his hands and moved his fingers with an ecstatic expression.

"But before that—"

As he spoke, stepping over the tail of the bleeding worm on the ground, ignoring the cries of his servant, the large, terrifying serpent on the ground, hissing and spitting letters, stood upright, forming a shadow behind Voldemort.

"We're going to entertain our friends at my rebirth dinner."

He stretched out a strangely long finger, inserted it into a deep pocket, pumped a wand, took it in his hand, and stroked it gently.

"The host...... What did you promise...... ...... hosts"

Wormtail slumped there crying with a choked voice, and he really squirmed behind his master like a big bug, as if he wanted to grab his master's black robe to kiss him, but was kicked away by Moody in disgust.

"You waste, you almost ruined your master's big thing, and you want to ask for forgiveness?"

"No...... No...... Master...... I ......" Wormtail cried even harder, and this time he turned to Moody to grab his robe, only to be kicked again.

Harry watched Voldemort move closer to the tombstone he was, and lowered his head blankly, what was he going to do, his hand was empty, his wand was dropped on the Quidditch pitch at Hogwarts, maybe now someone finally found out that the warriors were missing?

Will Dumbledore come over? It was so whimsical that he didn't even know where the damn place was.

Turning his head to look at Krum, what was he doing?

Cedric took Fleur and hid in this area at some point, Tom? Behind Riddle's massive tombstone, Fleur seemed frightened, apparently seeing Voldemort, but perhaps not knowing who it was.

Krum was rolling up Cedric's sleeve as the Hufflepuff warrior wore a twisted serpent tattoo on his left arm, glowing eerily under the night sky.

What is that? Dark Mark?

For a moment, Harry felt the urge to run away, but the thought that Cedric was a Death Eater had just risen from his mind and went out, and Harry realized that it was not a Dark Mark mark, but another symbol.

But what? Harry felt familiar, but now his mind was too big to think of anything.

Krum pressed his wand against Cedric's arm and tapped the big black serpent.

"We've got to mark this place, or they won't find it."

He didn't know who he was talking to, and Harry's eyes were drawn to Cedric's left arm, the black serpentine tattoo motif flickering scarlet like a signal light at the touch of a wand.

It was only then that Harry could see the full pattern of the tattoo, a thin red thread in front of his tongue, which was a large snake spitting letters.

"Whew-now,"

Harry saw Crum next to him suddenly stand up, and Cedric followed suit, this move startled Fleur, she subconsciously wanted to reach out to grab Krum, but suddenly remembered something and withdrew her hand.

"It's time to meet the Dark Lord—"

Krum spun out from behind the tombstone, Voldemort's narrow eyes narrowing slightly, forming a red slit, as if to confirm that he didn't know the guy in front of him who made him look sick.

"Look, look—the little mouse hiding in the ground, finally daring to come out?" Voldemort gently touched his arm with his hand and muttered:

"You want to make a deal with me, it's been a long time since you've seen someone so interesting?"

Harry saw Voldemort slowly raise his wand, his forehead began to ache sharply again, a red light shot from the wand, Krum and Cedric seemed to be prepared, they dodged left and right, and the curse hit a tombstone in the back, right next to Harry.

The tombstone was blown to pieces, and the cemetery was indeed ruined tonight.

Voldemort paced slowly, not looking to care about his magic falling short, and Moody hurried over, standing behind his master, and drew his wand as well.

At this moment, Harry seemed to be able to clearly see the change in the expression on Voldemort's face, the snake's face showed a look of shock and anxiety, he straightened up, raised his head and looked around the sky, as if to observe the weather, whether there was a rainstorm coming.

Immediately after, the piercing crackling sound of "pop" and "crackle" was incessant, and the entire cemetery seemed to be set off with firecrackers, and Harry's eyes widened in disbelief as he watched the black shadows appear in the graveyard.

Between the graves, behind the lonely cedar trees, on Harry's left and on Harry's right, wizards with hoods and masked faces appeared everywhere, and in an instant, this cemetery was occupied by wizards, and Harry saw that there were more than thirty people.

None of them spoke, but their wands glistened coldly in the moonlight, and almost all of them appeared on Krum's side, faintly encircling Voldemort.

Harry looked at the wizard closest to him, the man was tall, his figure was covered by a cloak, but he must have been very thin, and he had an elegant temperament on his body, he seemed to notice Harry, tilted his head slightly, glanced at Harry, and stopped paying attention.

Harry looked at his slender fingers and pinched a silver-white wand on which it was faintly visible carved with a bloodhound with a tongue sticking out.

Voldemort stopped talking, looking at the silent black-robed people around him with a gloomy face, dozens of wands aimed at the three of them, Moody's face was also extremely ugly, he repeatedly rubbed the wand in his hand, holding it to his chest like a fencing, to deal with the spell that might come at any time

"Interesting ......"

Voldemort's voice, as if squeezed out of his throat, could not be heard, the graveyard was so quiet, since Harry had been here, there had never been a moment so quiet, even the worm tail had stopped crying, lying on the ground, looking at the wizards in horror.

"Harry? Potter—" Krum suddenly shouted, and Harry was so excited that he heard him say:

"There are so many wizards here, do you know whose life the Dark Lord wants most, Harry?"

He walked forward slowly, facing Voldemort, Fleur's eyes suddenly widened, as if she was not confident in her English skills, lest she misheard the words "Dark Lord", and turned to look at Harry, wanting to get some negative answer from him.

But Harry shook his head, and Fleur leaned limply against the tombstone, when Krum's voice came again

"I guess it shouldn't be mine—"

He shrugged his shoulders, and the wizards around him seemed to laugh under their breath, the expression on Voldemort's face was as cold as ice, and the joy of the previous resurrection was gone, and if that slender snake eye could kill someone, Harry bet Krum had died a million times.

"Listen, we'll hold him back later, you take Fleur and get the top three cup, okay? Harry, he's going to take you back to Hogwarts - go back, tell Dumbledore about it, tell him everything you've seen—"

Krum was interrupted in the middle of his sentence, and Voldemort seemed to be unable to take it anymore as he roared

"You Dream ——!"

He suddenly raised his wand, and the wand seemed to be attractive, and for a moment all the wizards could not hold the wand in their hands, like a long needle attracted by a magnet, and they were about to fly out of their hands.

"Let's go, Harry!"

Ning An didn't have time to say anything else, he raised his hand and shouted, "Avada asks for his life!" ”

A green light shot out, but because of Voldemort's magic, the wand was unstable, hit high, flew above the Dark Lord, and hit a marble angel sculpture behind it, the statue was instantly blown to pieces, but this also made Voldemort have to stop casting, and the next second, the dazzling light illuminated the entire cemetery, and countless magical lights lit up at the same time, reflecting the sky like day.

Ning An looked back at Tom? Glancing at Riddle's tombstone, Harry and Fleur were still sitting in the back, and he stamped his feet vigorously and shouted at them:

"Why are you still stunned, run-"

The two of them had just woken up from a dream, and the cemetery had become a battlefield in the blink of an eye, with the sound of spells exploding, and "beep" explosions, mixed with Voldemort's angry shouts and Moody's roars, and if you listened carefully, you could even hear the wailing cries of the worm's tail.

Ning An turned his head and cast a color at the tall and thin wizard standing next to Harry, even with a mask and a cloak, he could still recognize Jung at a glance, and even imagine the tough face under the mask.

Jung nodded, and stepped forward to nudge Harry.

All of these wizards had come from Germany, and after he had asked Fabian to go back to contact Jung, he had placed them near Hangleten to facilitate the apparitions today.

Jung's wife, Margarita? Hohenzollern was right next to him, using his magic to suppress Voldemort and Barty Jr., who were hiding behind the sculpture.

Fabian also came, his huge figure standing out in the darkness, and with him his son, Jason? Ludwig, Jason is just an ordinary wizard who has not inherited giant blood from his half-blood giant father, and he is the same height as a normal person.

Barb? Schelln represents the Schöne family, and her two sons, Mika? Schoen and Adrian? Schoen was born tall and handsome, and he didn't look like Barbara like a toad.

Ning An didn't find where Leohard was, this Ministry of Magic/Zhang's figure was too ordinary, but he saw his wife, Zora? Althouse, along with their two children, Linus and Nils, both of whom worked at the Ministry of Magic, was shot from the tip of their wands, blasting the graveyard with dirt.

In addition to this, there are the banshees of the Black Forest, Corcelia and Felea raise the poisonous powder and let them float to Voldemort's side, and Ning An even saw Jörgen? Atst, who was as short as a dwarf, was unforgettable.

When he was in Germany, Ning An hastily met, he didn't expect that the always neutral Atzt family would send someone to come, it seems that Leohard has completely mastered the German Ministry of Magic.

"Master—"

Vampire William panicked and ran to Ning An's feet, he was leaning behind a half-blown tombstone, looking at the sculpture where Voldemort was hiding, where there was a knockdown "crackling" sound, and then suddenly a few more black shadows appeared.

It's the Death Eaters coming—

"Go tell them, back off—get ready to leave."

Ning An looked back at how far Harry and Fleur had gone, and the glittering triad had become a small bright spot in the night, as if calling for people to hurry up and grab it.

Jung also ran over, the sound of explosions in the cemetery was endless, all kinds of magical lights flew over people's heads and sides, and Voldemort was screaming in rage, not knowing whether he was cursing Ning An or urging the Death Eaters.

"We can go, we can't kill him—"

Ning An knew that Voldemort's Horcruxes were still alive in the world, and it was impossible to kill him like this, so his initial plan was just to suppress him with more people.

Seeing the light behind him flicker one last time before disappearing into the graveyard, he raised his wand and a green spark rose into the air and exploded in the sky.

The offensive rose into the air with sparks, stopped for a moment, and then suddenly became violent, as if it was the last pouring of rain before it was about to end, countless red, green, and black lights exploded in the air, and the stormy magic overwhelmed people, as if they were on the battlefield.

This attack came and went quickly, the piercing explosions sounded one after another, the wizards disappeared one by one, Ning An saw that everyone left, only him, Jung, and Pani, the three of them looked at each other, raised their wands, and finally looked at the messy cemetery, Ning An shook his head.

Regardless, Voldemort is back after all.

"Let's go—" he exclaimed, raising his wand and disappearing without a trace after three sharp sounds.