FFF Warning！

This chapter quotes a large number of original texts, the water breaks the sky!

(The good news is that the number of words exceeds two thousand, hahaha~)

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Lin - stealth ing - Xiao An waited silently.

In the end, Harry will definitely be the one who can win the three (four) cups - not that the others are weaker than Harry, but the fate of the damn eggs.

It didn't take long for Harry to arrive.

Thinking that he was the first to reach the finish line, Harry was overjoyed, and his gaze seemed to be glued to the trophy.

In the light of the trophy, Harry was in a trance, as if he saw himself holding it out of the labyrinth, and then he held the three (four) cups high, and the cheers of the crowd were in his ears......

Without a moment's hesitation, Harry reached out and grabbed the trophy -

Suddenly, Harry felt as if he had been pulled behind his navel and his feet off the ground, but he couldn't let go of his grip on the three-strong cup, which dragged him swiftly forward with the whistling wind and swirling colors.

Lin Xiaoan grabbed one of the handles of the trophy at about the same time and was taken away from Hogwarts with him.

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Standing on a dark, overgrown cemetery, Harry could see the black outline of a chapel behind a tall yew tree on his right. On the left is a hill. There was a house looming on the hillside.

Subconsciously pulling out his wand, Harry couldn't stop glancing around. He had a strange feeling, as if someone was spying on him (Lin Xiao'an: Huh...... ）。

A figure walked between the graves towards Harry.

Harry couldn't make out the man's face, but from his gait and the posture of his arms, it looked like he was holding something. He was of short stature and wore a hooded cloak that covered his face.

A few steps closer—the distance between them was shrinking, and Harry could see that the man was holding something like a ...... Infant?

Suddenly, the scar on Harry's forehead ached violently. He had never felt such severe pain in his life. The wand slipped to the ground, his hands covering his face, his legs bent to the ground, he couldn't see anything in front of him, and his head felt like it was going to explode.

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The short, cloaked man put down his baggage, lit his wand, and dragged Harry towards the marble tombstone.

Before being pushed around and slammed into the tombstone by his back, Harry saw a name in the flickering light of his wand—

Tom Riddle

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—a finger was missing from the hand that hit him.

"It's you!" Harry exclaimed.

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Peter Pettigrew's fingers trembled uncontrollably, fumbling with knots.

Once he was sure that Harry was sturdy and unable to move, he pulled out a black mass from his cloak and rudely shoved it into Harry's mouth.

Then, without saying a word, he hurried away.

Harry guessed that it was the baby's baggage, which was placed under the grave. It seems restless. Harry stared at it, his scar aching hotly...... He suddenly realized that he didn't want to see what was in his baggage...... He didn't want that baggage to be opened.

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It wasn't long before Peter's wheezing gasps began again, as if he were pushing something heavy. Then he came into Harry's line of sight and pushed a stone cauldron to the grave.

The cauldron should have been filled with water—Harry heard the sound of liquid splashing. The cauldron was larger than all the cauldrons Ha had ever used, and could accommodate an adult to sit in it.

Peter used a spell to light a flame at the bottom of the cauldron, and the liquid in the cauldron heated so quickly that the surface not only began to boil, but also flickered with sparks, as if it were covered with diamonds.

"Alright, master."

"Now......" said a grim voice in the baggage.

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Peter unwrapped his baggage and took out the contents —

It looks like a curled up baby, hairless, with scales on its body, and its skin is dark and red, like wounded tender flesh. Its face is a flat snake face with a pair of sparkling red eyes.

Peter put it in the cauldron, raised his wand with his eyes closed, and said to the night sky, "Father's bones, unintentionally donated, may give your son a second life!" ”

The grave cracked open at Harry's feet, and a small wisp of dust rose into the air at the call of the spell and fell gently into the cauldron.

The surface of the diamond-like liquid cracked, hissed, and sparks flew around, turning a vivid blue.

Immediately, Peter whimpered and drew a long, thin, silver dagger from his cloak.

His voice suddenly turned into a sobbing of utter fear: "The flesh of the servant—self-willingly, may be reborn—your master." ”

He stretched out his right hand, the one missing a finger, and then grabbed the dagger tightly with his left hand and swung it towards his right hand.

With a "poof", something was thrown into the cauldron. Harry didn't want to look at it...... But the liquid turned bright red, and a bright light shot into Harry's closed eyes......

Peter was gasping and moaning in pain. It was only when the painful breath squirted into his face that Harry realized that Peter had come to him.

"The blood of the enemy, the enemy...... Forced to give ...... can make your enemies ...... Resurrection. ”

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Harry couldn't stop it, he was tied up too tightly...... He struggled desperately to break free from the ropes that bound him, and he saw through his eyes the silver dagger fluttering in Peter's single hand.

He felt the tip of the dagger stab into the crook of his arm, blood running down the torn sleeve of his robe.

Still wheezing in pain, Peter shuddered and pulled out a small glass vial from his pocket and placed it next to Harry's wound, a small amount of blood flowing into the bottle.

(Hell, this baby is going to be possessed again: why did Peter cut off a hand and Harry only had to bleed a few drops...... ）

He staggered over to the cauldron with Harry's blood and poured it in.

The liquid in the cauldron immediately turned a dazzling white.

Peter finished his task, and fell to his knees beside the cauldron, crouched on the ground, holding his bleeding severed arm gasping and sobbing.

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

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Gradually, the spark in the crucible went out, and a puff of white vapor rose.

Slowly stood up in the crucible the black figure of a man, tall and thin, like a skeleton.

Now is the time!!

Lin Xiaoan waved his arm vigorously and threw Tom Riddle's diary into the crucible with precision!

The diary, already hungry and thirsty, opened the cover and bit the resurrected Voldemort's right leg fiercely, tearing off a large piece of his leg meat!

"There are many obstacles!"

"Except for your weapons!"

"Loose and energetic!"

Lin Xiao'an lifted the invisibility technique, and held a wand in each hand to block Harry, and successively cast spells to resist the attacks of several Voldemort's diehards who were rushing from the side of the hill.

Blackie jumped out of the system space and used his sharp cat's claws to cut the ropes off Harry's body.

"Xiao Ann !!" Harry shouted in shock and gratitude.

Lin Xiao'an smiled evilly, turned his head and threw a suspicious cramped wink at Harry.

Harry: "......" I didn't see anything!

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Between the graves, behind the cedar trees, in every dark place, there were hooded, masked apparitions of wizards.

Today, these former Death Eaters have received the message of Voldemort's loyalists, and their master, Lord Voldemort, is about to be resurrected, and they want them to come here at this moment.

Originally, the Death Eaters were ready to stage a long-lost reunion crying and grabbing the earth to show their loyalty, but everything in front of them was unexpected-

Voldemort, who was so embarrassed that he didn't even have time to put on his clothes to cover his body; Peter, who cries and clutches his broken arm and is too busy to take care of himself; Voldemort's diehards, who even the two children (Harry and Lin Xiaoan) couldn't subdue......

Most of the Death Eaters slowed down without a trace, drew their wands and pointed them at Harry and Lin Xiao'an, forming a large circle - but no one moved, they had to wait and see the current situation before making a decision.

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The dripping blood melted into the pages of the diary......

Blood! Meat! Bone!

Inadequate! Not enough!

There's still a missing Voldemort bone!