"Just leave him alone, it's Harry's life ...... anyway" Sherlock looked at the empty place, there was originally a golden goblet of fire here, and such a big trophy was slapped away by Harry, a mentally retarded child, with him.

The Goblet of Fire is the portkey, and now Harry should be in Riddle's graveyard, in the southern part of England, and if Sherlock wants to find him, he can also find it by placing a magic mark on the warrior in advance.

But as Sherlock had thought, this was Harry's life anyway, and even if he died, there would be no surprise...... But he was indeed the referee of the Triwizard Tournament, and if Harry died outside, then Sherlock would be very shameless.

"Alas...... Forget it, let's go and say hello to Voldemort, I've already blocked him twice anyway, and it's not bad this time. Sherlock sighed.

Stretching out his wand, he did a slight trajectory-detecting spell, and the result was vague, showing that the location was still in the United Kingdom, but it was quite far away, and Sherlock was invoking the magic mark on Harry's body.

"I've never been to this location before, and the shapeshifter may teleport to the wrong location." Sherlock Quiet Path.

"Dad, do you want me to send you there?" Zeus said from the side, but Sherlock felt that if he was riding Zeus, the speed was too slow, because Zeus was the Homiz of the cloud element, and in terms of speed......

With a flick of the wand, the fire element in the maze suddenly became active, and the next moment, Mars rose into the sky and converged into a huge fireball like the sun, and in the audience seats outside, everyone saw that a huge fireball suddenly appeared in the center of the maze.

It was as bright as the sun, illuminating almost the entire Quidditch pitch and labyrinth.

"That's my son's Homitz, Prometheus, wonder what's going on?" Fourmond was at the front of the audience, next to Dumbledore and Fudge, and he was a little surprised at what Sherlock was doing when he suddenly summoned Prosius.

Dumbledore's lenses reflected an uneasy arc of light.

Immediately afterwards, everyone saw a scene that was unforgettable for a lifetime!

A huge sun-like fireball dragged Sherlock straight into the sky, and above the indigo sky, a fireball was like a meteor, cutting through the sky of England and heading at full speed in a certain direction of the United Kingdom.

"I was right...... Is that Master Sherlock? Riding a fireball~! "Bagman's tongue is almost knotted.

"I really don't know, that's one of the three most powerful Homiz of Master Sherlock, Prometheus, the Flame King!" A younger Sherlock fan angrily scolded Bagman, and now the outside world has given each of Sherlock's three elements, Homitz, a nickname, and the Flame King is the nickname of Prometheus.

"Can anyone tell me where Master Sherlock is going with such a menacing attitude? Why did the referee leave, is there only one warrior in the maze now, Harry Potter? "Some wizards raised their own puzzles.

However, Sherlock's appearance of standing on a huge fireball and soaring into the sky is indeed very intimidating, as if the god of fire has descended from earth.

On the other side, there were two other very nervous guys coming together.

"Harry Potter must have been in contact with the Goblet of Fire, which is why he was teleported...... You've just seen the direction of Sherlock Mephisto's movement, the direction of Riddle's graveyard, and you estimate how long it will take to get to the graveyard at that meteor-like speed! ”

Moody stared at one eye and looked nervously at Karkaroff, in fact, they were now nervous, what if Sherlock arrived in time and ruined his master's resurrection plan.

"Damn! Sure enough, this Spell Prince is the biggest destructive factor, and who knows when he will be able to rush over! Maybe ten minutes or five minutes, maybe faster, Wormtail, that bastard...... I hope I can get things done as soon as possible, and even if the director is resurrected at this time, he is still in a weak period, enough to choke Sherlock Mephisto's opponent! ”

"Well, excuse me Professor Karkaroff, I have a pretty ear, I just heard you say 'wormtail', right?" An indifferent voice interjected, and Moody and Karkaroff looked in surprise as it was Sirius Black, dressed in black.

"You can't stop Blake! Harry has been teleported away, and he will die! Even if Sherlock Mephisto rushes over, he will only see the corpse of Harry Potter! Karkaroff drew his wand, and Blake pulled out his wand.

The two of them quickly got into action, the beams of the spell interacted with each other, and the movement here quickly alarmed the others, the fake Moody was actually little Barty, and he complained that Karkaroff, who was also a fake, was a brainless fool.

Somewhere in the English suburbs, Harry felt his feet hit the ground, his injured leg went limp, he fell to the ground, and his hand finally let go of the Triple.

He looked up, it was completely out of Hogwarts, and he had clearly flown for miles...... Maybe hundreds of miles, because even the surrounding hill around the castle is gone.

Standing on a dark, overgrown cemetery, he could see the black outline of a chapel behind a tall yew tree on the right.

On the left is a hill.

Harry could make out a fine old house on the hillside.

A short, cloaked man walked slowly with a package.

The short man put the package down, drew his wand, and a loop of rope appeared out of thin air, easily binding Harry.

A look of fear appeared on Potter's face, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, and his voice trembled, "Where is this?" Who are you? ”

A strange sneer came out of the short man's mouth, "Welcome to Hell." ”

The man in the cloak magically conjured a rope to tie Harry tightly to the tombstone, from neck to ankle.

Harry heard rapid, slight breathing coming from inside his hood.

He struggled so hard that the man hit him...... The hand that hit him was missing a finger.

Harry knew who was inside the hood.

It's the tail of the worm.

"It's you!" Harry exclaimed, like a raped little girl.

There has never been such a moment, Harry is tormented by endless remorse in his heart, he has nothing to do to shoot, obviously Mr. Sherlock has said that the Goblet of Fire is bad and there is a problem, and he still uses his hands to shoot it, thinking that magic items are the same as televisions, and they can be fixed with two casual shots.

So far, the only way to do our best is to obey the fate of God, wait patiently for things to develop, and look for a chance to escape.

"Our little friend has traveled thousands of miles from Hogwarts, so naturally we want to throw a big celebration party for him." In the midst of the package, a sharp voice sounded, and Harry's heart gradually became cold, such a familiar voice seemed to be no different from the tone in the dream.

There was a large cauldron in the middle of the cemetery, and the liquid in the crucible seemed to heat up quickly.

Not only did the surface begin to boil, but sparks erupted, as if it were burning.

The steam was getting thicker and thicker, and the figure of the insect tail watching the fire became blurred.

The baggage moved even more urgently, and Harry heard the sharp, cold voice again.

"Quick! That person is definitely not going to sit idly by, and maybe it won't be long before he arrives! Even if I have just been resurrected, it is impossible to teach with him at this time, I am too weak. ”

Now the entire surface of the water is sparkling, as if it is adorned with diamonds.

Harry heard the words of the man in the black robe, and had already guessed what the other party meant, he was worried that Sherlock Mephisto would suddenly appear at this time, and at this moment Voldemort was racing against time, this was a race against time, if Sherlock arrived in advance, then Voldemort's resurrection plan would not be realized.

"It's burned, master."

"Now......" said the grim voice.

Wormtail was talking, his voice trembling, as if he had lost his nerves.

He raised his wand, closed his eyes, and said to the night sky, "Father's bones, unintentionally donated, can regenerate your son!" ”

"Servant...... of the meat...... Self...... Voluntary donation allows ...... Your master...... Rebirth. ”

As if sensing that something was going to happen, Potter was anxious...... Hopefully, an angel will descend from heaven at this time, but unfortunately the shaman does not believe in Jesus Christ.

"Hatred...... The Blood ...... of the Enemy Forced to give ...... can make your enemies ...... Resurrection. ”

Harry couldn't stop it, he was tied up too tightly...... He struggled desperately to break free from the ropes that bound him.

The cauldron was about to boil, and the diamond-like sparks splattered outwards in all directions, so bright and dazzling that everything around them turned into a black velvety color.

Then, through the white mist in front of him, he creeped to see the black figure of a man, tall and thin, like a skeleton, slowly rising from the crucible.

"Dress me." The cold, shrill voice said behind the vapor.

Wormtail sobbed and trembled, still protecting his stump arm, and hurriedly grabbed the black robe from the ground, stood up, and put it over his master's head with one hand.

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

Voldemort is resurrected.

The race against time is Voldemort who wins!

"Stretch out your arms." Turning his head to look at Wormtail, Voldemort's scarlet eyes were lazy.

"Please, master...... I beg you ......"

"It's back." He whispered, "They'll all notice it...... Now, we'll see...... We'll know ......."

He pressed his long, pale index finger to the arm of the worm's tail.

"How many people have the guts to come back after feeling it?" He muttered, glowing red eyes staring at the stars in the sky, "And how many people would be stupid not to come?" ”

The air was suddenly filled with the sound of cloaked pawns.

Between the graves, behind the cedar trees, there were sorcerer's apparitions in every dark place.

They were all hooded and had their faces covered.

One by one, they came over...... Walk very slowly, cautiously, as if you can't believe your eyes.

Voldemort stood there in silence waiting.

A Death Eater fell to his knees, crawled up to Voldemort, and kissed the hem of his black robe.

"Welcome, Death Eaters." Voldemort calmly said, "Thirteen years...... It's been thirteen years since we last assembled, and yet you're still answering my call as you did yesterday...... That is, we are still united under the mark of the Dark Devil! Is it? ”

He lifted his hideous face, opened his two slit-like nostrils and sniffed.

"I smell guilt." "There was a stench of guilt in the air," he said. ”

The circle shuddered again, and it seemed that everyone wanted to step back, but did not dare to move.

Harry watched in horror at the Death Eaters in a circle, and the man standing in the middle, the golden age of the undead boy was coming to an end, Voldemort was back, and the darkest of times were about to repeat itself.

At this moment, the scene that suddenly appeared in his mind was not Dumbledore's tall figure, but a handsome blonde boy, the famous genius, facing Voldemort, only that person could give people a fire of hope in the darkness.

"I see you, healthy and magical...... Arrived so quickly! …… I asked myself...... Why don't these sorcerers come to help their masters, to help those who have sworn allegiance to them forever? ”

No one spoke, no one dared to move, only the worm's tail fell to the ground, holding its bleeding arm and sobbing.

I replied to myself. Voldemort whispered, "They must have believed that I was not going to do it, that I was finished." They slipped back into the midst of my enemies and said they were innocent, unaware, and under witchcraft......"

One of the people in the circle suddenly fell to the ground, and he was prostrate at Voldemort's feet, trembling from head to toe.

"Master!" He screamed, "Master, forgive me! Forgive us! ”

Voldemort sneered and raised his wand.

"Drill the heart and cut the bones!"

"Lucius, my cunning friend." He paused in front of the man and whispered, "I hear that you have not renounced your past behavior, and despite your sanctimonious face in front of the world, I believe you are still willing to take the lead in torturing Muggles, right?" But you never went looking for me, Lucius...... It's a lot of fun to do at the Quidditch World Cup...... But wouldn't it be better if you put your energy into finding and helping your master? ”

"Master, I've been very attentive." Lucius Malfoy's voice quickly came from under the hood, "As long as there is any signal from you, as long as there are any rumors about your whereabouts, I will rush to your side immediately, and nothing can stop me......"

Unexpectedly, Malfoy's father was actually a Death Eater, Harry had a shocked face, although it has always been rumored that the Malfoy family is keen on dark magic, but he would never have imagined that Lucius was actually one of Voldemort's minions.

At this time, he suddenly hoped that Voldemort could punish some more people.

"You still have some use for Lucius...... To play well for me, Malfoy and Mephisto are very close, my old friend has an excellent descendant, Lucius, you are still his godfather! That's good, Mephisto! ”

Voldemort repeated the name, and the Death Eaters around him trembled, and it was no secret in Death Eater circles that Sherlock had sabotaged Voldemort's plans twice.

And now Mephisto seems to be the supremacy of the pure-bloods in the wizarding world, if Voldemort wants to start a conflict and war with the representatives of Mephisto led by Sherlock...... The horror of the situation was unimaginable.

Among the many people present, they also favored Mephisto, after all, Voldemort was a madman in comparison, but they still came over because they were afraid of death, and sometimes it was really simple to dominate a person with fear.