In front of the castle, in front of the referee's seat, Field had just said the news that Harry might not be dead, when Fudge, who was jumping up and down, suddenly screamed and rushed towards Field.

"What, do you mean Harry Potter isn't dead? ”

Fudge frantically tried to grab Field's collar, but was pushed away by a pair of thick arms next to him, and Mr. Diggory glared at his boss fiercely, not the slightest hint of being ready to give him face.

"Mr. Minister, if you can't control your emotions and disturb me, maybe Harry Potter will really be dead when I'm fully ready. Field said calmly, his hand movements without pause.

"Field, but I saw Harry hit by the Avada Curse?" Cedric wondered.

"Seid, you don't have to die if you're hit by the Curse, you seem to have been hit too. Field said.

"However, it was only a memory of Tom Riddle that struck me at that time, and I had just seen the death curse with my own eyes, and with Harry's magic, it was impossible to stop it. Cedric retorted.

"Seid, Harry has a full rune tattoo on his body, and like yours, I've added some lining. Field said quietly.

Cedric suddenly understood, and he subconsciously lifted his shirt, revealing the golden rune lines on his skin.

When Dumbledore saw this, he took a step forward and lifted Cedric's back, and was visibly relieved to see the bright ruby embedded in the skin in the center of his back.

"You got this for Harry too?" Dumbledore asked.

"Of course, I took the teacher's gift to Grandma Nice for this, and if she found out, she might have killed me. Field said quietly.

At this time, just as everyone on the side was listening to a dumb riddle, Cedric suddenly turned to Dumbledore and said, "Professor, please give me permission to teleport, I have learned phantom manifestation, I know that place, as long as I give me permission, I can teleport over immediately, and then rescue Harry Potter." ”

"No way!"

Without waiting for Dumbledore to say anything, Mr. Diggory interjected forcefully.

"Daddy - I have this, it doesn't matter. Cedric said, pointing to the rune tattoo.

"Absolutely not, we all saw the situation on the main screen just now, the mystery man is obviously preparing to regain his strength, now you go back, you are likely to be attacked by them, if the mystery man has regained his strength, even if you have something on your back, you can't stop his life spell-" Mr. Diggory said excitedly.

"Perhaps—Cedric, you can take me first—" Dumbledore said with his half-moon glasses, "Amos, I'll keep him safe." ”

Mr. Diggory hesitated.

At this time, Field suddenly stood up and said, "No need, the teleportation array is ready!"

He took out his wand, waved it lightly, and then clicked the magic circle in the dragon skin on the ground, the runes flashed, and a golden light rose to the sky, and then in front of everyone, a pitch-black crack slowly appeared in front of everyone.

"Now, it's time for everyone to think about - who's going to face the mysterious man-"

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In the graveyard, Voldemort looked at a trembling Harry and laughed.

"Hahaha-"

He stretched his spider-like palms and stroked his chest, arms, and face with his long, pale fingers. Then, move your fingers in front of your eyes.

The serpent swam over and swirled around him, Voldemort brushing its back lightly, and then drawing a wand from its deep pocket with his surprisingly long fingers.

He stroked his wand lightly, then raised it and pointed it at little Barty. "Hands up, little Barty, my faithful servant!"

Little Barty excitedly raised the severed hand above his head and trembled, "Thank you for your gift, my master!"

Voldemort spoke, waving his wand in the air, and a band of light like molten silver was drawn on the wand head, which at first had no shape, and then the band of light twisted into a glittering human hand, as bright as moonlight. It flew down on its own and was attached to little Barty's bleeding wrist.

Little Barty's face, pale from blood loss, flushed, and looking at the silver hand in his hand, he said with a feverish expression, "Great master, thank you for your gift—"

"This is a reward for your loyalty!" Voldemort pulled up little Barty, who was still kneeling on the ground, but ignored the tail of the worm beside him.

"Master, Wormtail is your faithful servant too!" Wormtail quickly crawled over and crawled at Voldemort's feet.

Voldemort shook his head slowly, and said in a mocking tone, "No, no, no, you came back to me, not out of loyalty, but out of fear of your old friends. You're just trying to find a backer, aren't you? ”

"Master, master, I-"

Ignoring Wormtail, Voldemort grabbed his left arm and pulled his sleeve up to his elbow. A bright red tattoo on the skin above is revealed - a skeleton with a snake spitting out of its mouth.

"Dark Mark -" Harry had seen it, just last year at the Quidditch World Cup.

At this moment, Voldemort stretched out his long finger and pressed it on the Dark Mark mark, and the wormtail wailed in pain, and the scar on Harry's forehead became sharp again.

The Dark Mark began to turn pitch black and began to writhe, and Voldemort's face showed a cruel and smug expression, he straightened up and muttered, "Look, how many people have the guts to come back after feeling it, and how many people will be stupid not to come?"

Voldemort turned his head and began to look at Harry.

"Harry Potter, how do you feel standing on my father's bones? Voldemort whispered, as if he was remembering something.

Suddenly the sound of the evening breeze blowing the cloak began to sound in the air, and a figure apparition appeared there, between the graves, or behind the cedar trees, or in a dark corner.

They were all hooded and had their faces covered. One by one, they cautiously walked over, fell to their knees, and slowly crawled up to Voldemort, kissing the hem of his black robe.

"The host...... Master......" each of the black-robed men said in a trembling voice, then stepped aside, stood up, and silently formed a circle, with Voldemort, Barty Jr., Wormtail, and Harry in the middle.

"Welcome, Death Eaters," Voldemort said calmly.

"Thirteen years, all these thirteen years I have been waiting for you to come to your aid, the one you swore allegiance to...... But you don't, do you?"

Voldemort's words made all the Death Eaters tremble.

Voldemort sneered and raised his wand.

"Drill the heart and cut the bones!"

One of the Death Eaters fell to the ground, writhing and screaming in pain, and the people next to him fell to their knees in unison.

"Master, master, forgive me, forgive us!" the Death Eater screamed.

Voldemort shook his head and whispered, "Avery, you need to pay the price to ask for my forgiveness!

He looked at the vacant spot and said mockingly, "How many of you dare not come, is it that thirteen years is too long for them to forget my anger?"

Everyone trembled and begged for forgiveness, but Voldemort ignored it, either casting a Piercing Curse or verbally threatening him, and through masterful means, Voldemort once again established his authority.

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