Voldemort took two steps, paused, and looked at the gap between Malfoy and the man next to him...... This space is big enough for two people to stand.

"The Lestrange couple should be standing here," Voldemort whispered, "but when Azkaban is breached, the Dementors will join us...... They are our natural allies...... We will recall the expelled giants...... I will reclaim all my loyal servants and regain possession of a group of magical creatures that everyone fears......"

Voldemort smashed his mouth, his expression now was quite terrifying as if he had a snake face, and his voice was hoarse and ugly, "But as far as I know, that magical boy once created a magical spell that can give life to the elements and even the dead, what is that called...... Homiz...... What a magical spell! If I can master it, why bother looking for this garbage. ”

Voldemort gritted his teeth, he was talking about dark creatures...... It seems that Voldemort, who cares about blood, is also quite disgusted with the filthy guys, but it still needs to be used.

"That boy is still the only one who can control the silence! It's more like a Dark Lord than I am, born to wield the power of dark magic. Voldemort laughed, if he could let the future Sherlock take over his class.

"Nonsense...... Mr. Sherlock is not the same as you. Harry Potter yelled at Voldemort angrily, and just now he didn't understand where he got his courage.

"Tonight, now, let's welcome the triumvirate from Hogwarts, Harry Potter." With a grim smile on his face, Voldemort turned to look at Harry, who was tied to the tombstone.

"The youngest warrior of all time, the golden boy who once defeated Voldemort, such a great wizard, to visit Riddle's graveyard, of course, is to be welcomed with the highest standard of courtesy!"

The circle of Death Eaters let out a snickering laugh, Voldemort waved his hand, and the laughter stopped, "After that day, there was a rumor in the wizarding world that Voldemort had a natural nemesis and had the strongest natural enemies, this person was not Dumbledore, not a member of the Order of the Phoenix, but this lovely friend in front of us, and now, in full view, I will give you such a chance to let you defeat me personally." ”

The wand snapped at Harry, and the rope on Harry's body was disconnected.

"Give him the wand." Voldemort's dark red pupils were filled with cruelty, and he commanded the wormtail beside him.

Handing his wand to Harry, Potter gritted his teeth slightly, clenched his wand, and looked at Voldemort stubbornly.

"Sometimes...... If you are 100% sure of a person's opinion, it will make you suffer a big loss, there is an old saying, you know people and faces, you don't know your heart, I made my dean proud many times when I was a student......" Voldemort sighed, as if recalling the eventful times when he was a student.

Then he looked at Harry viciously, his eyes full of hatred, after all, he had been in a weak geisman state for more than ten years, and the reason for all this was attributed to Harry Potter, Voldemort's hatred for Harry was huge.

"Gaze doesn't kill the opponent, before the duel, we need to bow, didn't the teacher at your school hand you over?" Voldemort said wittily, and there was a malicious laugh from the circle of Death Eaters.

Harry bowed to the other under the pressure of the other party's magic, which made Harry feel very disgusted, he actually bowed to a demon or the murderer of his parents, even a duel made Harry feel angry.

"Good." Voldemort whispered, raising his wand, "Now you look at me like a man...... Hold your head high, just like your father did when he died......"

A huge ball of pure red fireball fell from the sky, Voldemort sensed the danger, waved his wand, and in the next second, a figure appeared on another land.

Magma-like fireballs bombarded the graveyard, and a bottomless pit of earth formed.

"There are uninvited guests coming from afar, tonight is really lively, Voldemort's birthday party, naturally invite guests, welcome, friends in the sky." Voldemort lazily looked up at the night sky.

Some of the Death Eaters' circles let out a few screams.

"Silence! He scared you like this before he came...... To a child! ”

With a snap of Voldemort's wand, the Death Eaters who were the first to make a sound immediately rolled on the ground in pain.

The huge fireball in the dark night was like a meteor, and Sherlock was the first to have Prometheus throw a ball of fire elemental at Riddle's graveyard before he hurried there.

The darkness of the night, now as bright as day, the flames of Prometheus were about to roast the graveyard, and Harry looked closely, and there was a figure in silver robes in the flames.

The handsome boy who had made Harry ecstatic, it was Sherlock Mephisto, and it looked like they could get out of it tonight, if ...... It would be better if Sherlock could kill Voldemort once in the truest sense of the word.

Harry thought about it and felt his throat dry up, of course it was roasted by the flames of Prometheus, and Harry stood behind the shadow of the tombstone, if not burned to death under this fireball, he would be in danger of dehydration.

"Lord Dark Lord's reputation has spread far and wide, and I have long heard of your prestige, although we have had two unpleasant contacts, but this is the first time we have met in the real sense, today, I came just to bring back Harry, with your power and strength, naturally I will not embarrass a child, I hope Your Excellency can consider it."

Sherlock was calm, and he said this as if he was giving an order, and his tone was as strong as if he had to take Harry today, and if he didn't take Harry, he would make trouble for Voldemort.

Or it's okay to kill him once.

"What are you...... How dare you speak to your master in such a tone! A radical Death Eater stood up to Sherlock and accused him of what the Mephisto family was doing in the wizarding world, and as a veteran pure-blood wizard and a veteran Death Eater, he couldn't stand it for a long time.

This is a die-hard fan of Voldemort, and at the same time he dares to be angry at Mephisto's practice of ruling the pure-blood family of the wizarding world, and now that his master has been resurrected, he naturally wants to express his deep resentment.

Even if Sherlock is strong, he can still beat the master, maybe the other party thinks like this.

A rapid flame enveloped the Death Eater who dared to speak out against Sherlock.

The screams of the other party were heard in the flames, and then a charred corpse was left on the ground.

Fire Element Homiz, Prometheus suddenly divided from a huge fireball into more than fifty humanoid fire elemental appearances, as if more than fifty fire people appeared out of thin air, and Harry suddenly felt that the air around him was even hotter.

"Dare to be disrespectful to ...... father"

"This guy is the end ......"

'Kill ......'

More than fifty burning men spoke together, suppressing Voldemort's Death Eaters from their momentum alone.

Because Hormitz was made by Sherlock with human souls, Prometheus and Zeus, Poseidon, and Sherlock alone used hundreds of souls, and Prometheus's ability is naturally not just to turn into a fireball and play with fire.

For example, if you divide the soul you shape like now, from a huge fireball to more than fifty fire people, although the overall strength has decreased, you can definitely burn the other party into charcoal if you fight in a group.

The atmosphere was terrible for a while, whether it was Voldemort, the Death Eaters, or Harry, they couldn't believe that the first person to do it was Sherlock, Harry's heart was both shocked and ecstatic, it was best to kill Voldemort today.

"Sherlock Mephisto!" Voldemort's scarlet eyes carried a touch of jealousy that he had never seen before, and then smiled slightly, "Tonight is a good day, a little friend who I haven't seen for three years, come to my birthday party, the noble man stepped on the cheap ground, and it was full of brilliance, but it added a lot of color, and a little misunderstanding was not enough to worry about." ”

A smile appeared on Sherlock's lips, "Tonight is such a beautiful day, Lord Voldemort has been reborn, it is worth celebrating, I came all the way from Hogwarts to see your Excellency." ”

Voldemort sighed slightly, "Once upon a time, I thought I could go farther than anyone else, but in fact, it seems that there is a bit of putting the cart before the horse, and Dumbledore and I, compared to you, I am afraid that it is not as good as you." ”

Sherlock waved his hand casually, "Why be so humble, your achievements are still great in comparison, although they are not worth advocating, but they are enough to make a name." ”

Voldemort smiled self-deprecatingly, "Achievements are nothing but flowers in the moon mirror in the water." There was a slight pause, and then the conversation changed sharply, "Actually, I can guess a few points about your intention and purpose tonight, this so-called golden boy who is praised by the world, it is also his honor to be able to work for you to come in person, I don't mind selling you a favor, but before that, a duel that has been terminated is necessary, Voldemort has a glorious life, he is not weaker than others, and he is indeed flawed in the hands of a person who deceives the world and steals his name, tonight, I must end this fifteen-year shame with my own hands." ”

Sherlock and Voldemort's initial conversation sounded like polite words to anyone, but unfortunately they suppressed each other's murderous intentions...... It's as if the next moment both of them will draw their wands and attack.

"A famous legendary wizard, the most dangerous dark wizard, is going to duel with a minor wizard?" Sherlock confronted each other, and the humanoid fire elemental rolled up and down in the air, as if he would kill Sherlock directly at the sound of an order.

Voldemort looked at Sherlock, who was clearly in a position to take Harry away, and seemed to be thinking about whether it was worth it to fight Sherlock at this time, and if he insisted on killing Harry here, how much would it cost Sherlock to kill Harry.

Voldemort's snake-like eyes swept over Harry, and then fell on Sherlock Mephisto, how good this handsome boy was, like a son of the gods, and it was unbelievable that his old friend could have such a good descendant.

Anyway, his original plan was to be able to resurrect as long as he could, and as for whether Harry wanted to kill him or not, it was just a matter of postscripture, and he had already waited for fifteen years of resentment to pass, and it was not too long.

"I have a good relationship with your grandfather, and I remember that when you were just born, you held a banquet at Mephisto Manor, and almost all of my colleagues were there, so it can be said that you were born with the attention of the dark wizards...... So hopefully when you grow up, don't put the cart before the horse with your grandfather's wishes, and know who your true friends are......"

Voldemort spoke suddenly.

Of course, Sherlock remembered that Voldemort had hugged him at that time, so of course he remembered, but to mention that the banquet held at Mephisto House when he was just born had attracted almost all of the Death Eaters in England, and it was a good thing that the Order of the Phoenix didn't come to stir things up.

"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Riddle, but I actually have family and good friends, and as for what you said, I think that's too much." Sherlock said euphemistically.

"That's not ...... Lucius, take your mask off. Voldemort exclaimed.

One of the Death Eaters near Voldemort took off his mask, and it was none other than Sherlock's godfather, Lucius Malfoy.

Sherlock...... I think you should have known about it a long time ago. Lucius looked at Sherlock, and finally just said that, it was a bit embarrassing to admit that he was a Death Eater in front of his godson, and it wasn't a faceless profession.

"Who else? Take them all off! Voldemort then shouted loudly.

Immediately afterwards, nearly half of the Death Eaters took off their masks, and Sherlock discovered that he knew almost all of the Death Eaters who had taken off their masks.

And there are some people whose families have a good relationship with the Mephisto family, and there are some exchanges of interests.

Sherlock remembered that there were several other families who had already expressed their mentality to be attached to Mephisto, but to Sherlock's surprise, there were still others he knew who had not come......

In other words, there are also some families who have received the call of Voldemort, but they still firmly believe in the Mephisto family, and did not come to meet Voldemort, because they are determined to break off their relationship with Voldemort and attach themselves to Mephisto.

For example, Kirk's Avery family, the Adams family behind Lupo, and the Prince family behind Femia, these three families did not accept Voldemort's summons, except for the Lestrange family, of course, there are few Lestrange family left, and those Lestrange Death Eaters who can feel the call are all imprisoned in Azkaban.

"See? Sherlock, do you think we're still a bunch of strangers? All of you here have a good relationship with the Mephisto family, and I am close friends with your grandfather, he is the only friend I really treat, and I am also your elder! Voldemort said.

"In that case, if Mr. Voldemort has nothing else to do, then let's see you again, and I'll visit you another day to celebrate your birthday, on behalf of the Mephisto family." Sherlock pulled Harry and said, his wand pointing at the Goblet of Fire on the ground next to him, as long as he touched the Goblet of Fire again, he could teleport directly back to Hogwarts, so it was convenient to ride the flames all the way.

Voldemort smiled like a ghost, at least if Sherlock said this, it was that with the opportunity to contact Mephisto and himself, people of their level were more interested in commitment.

The contact of the devil with the devil, if not the war, then can only be an alliance.

Voldemort would have been in a good mood, "Then you can take that immortal boy away!" We'll see you again soon anyway. ”

"So...... Good night Mr. Voldemort. The Goblet of Fire is flying! With a wave of Sherlock's wand, the Goblet of Fire flew to the ground, and just as Sherlock was about to reach for the Goblet of Fire, one of the Dark Lord fanatics among the Death Eaters stretched out his wand and pointed it at Sherlock and shouted, "Disrespectful to the master...... Avada suo! ”

Sherlock has passive spell protection, unless the spellcaster's magical willpower is higher than Sherlock's, otherwise it can't break Sherlock's protection.

But just as the green light was about to make contact with Sherlock, Sherlock seemed to see a vague figure of withered bones in front of him......

"That's the Grim Reaper...... Sherlock thought to himself, just as he removed his passive spell protection and let the Avada Death Spell hit him as the Goblet of Fire flew into his hand.

At that moment, Harry Potter watched in disbelief as Sherlock, who was slowly losing his life, was teleported away with him.

At this moment, all the fire elements in the cemetery dissipated at the same time, and in the stands of the Triwizard Tournament outside, Pelos, who was hovering high in the air, suddenly fell from the sky with a wail, and a sense of uneasiness ignited in Asinsha's heart when she saw this scene.

Femiaa helps take care of Sherlock's pet snake 'Camilla', but at the moment the other party is lying on Femia's body.

"What's wrong with you?" Fimia asked anxiously.

When Sherlock and Harry Potter disappeared into the graveyard together, everyone saw the scene where the Requisition Curse hit each other.

"No......" Lucius pounced on the Death Eater as if he had gone mad, and even took out his wand and used the Death Reminder Charm several times, but unfortunately he was pulled away by the other Death Eaters, so he didn't kill the other party.

Voldemort, on the other hand, was stunned, as if he had just felt the breath of real death, as if death was breathing in front of him.

The scene shifts to Harry Potter and Sherlock on the grass of the Quidditch arena, Harry holding the Goblet of Fire in his hand, and Sherlock next to him is lifeless...... It's just a corpse.