392. Voldemort's Return 2

Looking at Harry who was lying there, little Barty was completely stunned, he had planned for a long time, endured humiliation for more than a year, and finally brought this boy here, and now he is actually dead.

"Bastard, I'm going to kill him with my own hands...... Voldemort said, suddenly realizing that Harry seemed to have just been killed by his own hands, but it didn't meet his expectations, he was going to kill Harry in front of his men after resurrection, and the current situation was not what he wanted.

"Master, master, what now? Harry Potter is dead, his blood is no longer needed, shall we go and catch another wizard to replace him? Peter Pediru cringed.

"Ahh ”

"Yes, my master!" Barty bowed respectfully, ready to pick up Harry's body.

At this time, the black clouds that had gathered above the cemetery were blown away by a cool breeze, revealing a bright silver moon and bright stars in the sky.

Suddenly, in little Barty's arms, Harry's body, which had just been picked up, trembled violently, and bursts of dazzling starlight flashed, echoing the stars in the sky.

Little Barty was startled and instinctively threw Harry out of his hand, but something magical happened, Harry didn't land, he just floated in mid-air, and the starlight on his body flickered more and more frequently.

In the flickering starlight on Harry's body, golden lines began to emerge, slowly reflecting many rune circles through his thin clothes.

"What is this? I haven't seen it—" Voldemort watched the scene with interest, and didn't let anyone stop him.

Behind Harry, in the center of the nine-story circle, a bright red gem began to shimmer like breathing, with a mysterious rhythm.

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In the pale world, Harry looked curiously at the creature in front of him.

Yes, Harry didn't know what the other person was, he looked like a misshapen baby, skinny, with dark red scales, and a snake face covered in blood. Its breath was faint, and it seemed to be about to die.

As Harry pondered what to do, the sky in the pale world seemed to darken.

He didn't care to look at the strange creature, he looked up, and the sky that had been white had turned into night, and what he saw was the starry sky, and the stars were shining.

Suddenly, his back began to heat up, and he wanted to try to touch it, but he couldn't reach it, but he didn't hurry, because the location of the fever was 'Guardian of the Stars', which was engraved by Field himself, and Harry still trusted him very much as a partner.

As the 'Star Guardian' behind him became hotter and hotter, a dazzling starlight began to bloom on his body, and in this silver starlight, a little bright red was flashing with his breathing.

"It's—" Harry watched in confusion as he slowly levitated, slowly beginning to merge with the stars in the sky, and his eyes were so white that he closed his eyes unconsciously.

The moment Harry closed his eyes, he vanished into the world, leaving behind only the world that had turned white again and the 'strange creature' that had gradually lost its movement.

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In the cemetery, the suspended Harry was surrounded by starlight at this time, and in a silvery white light, a little red light flashed faster and faster, shining brighter and brighter, and finally dyed Harry's whole body as bright red as blood.

"Click-" Harry snapped open his eyes as the sound of glass shattering, and the silver and red light vanished at once.

Harry fell to the ground, gulping for air, and his already pale face began to slowly turn bloody.

When he calmed down his hypoxic brain a little and tried to stand up from the ground, he suddenly found himself flying upside down and hitting a hard stone slab.

When he saw what was in front of him, he realized that he was now in a cemetery, and he had been tied to a tombstone by a thick rope, and there were two people standing in front of him, one of whom was wearing a black hood and holding a wrap-like object in his hand.

The other man was dressed in Mr. Crouch's clothes, but not himself.

"It's you, little Barty—" Harry exclaimed.

Little Barty looked at him with a wicked smile, and then said to the short black-robed man beside him, "Look at the master, he is still alive." ”

"Hehehehe-he-" The short black-robed man let out an uncomfortable laugh, and Harry suddenly felt his head about to explode, and the scar on his head hurt from his heart.

"Yes, yes, little Barty, it looks like we don't need to look for other materials. The black-robed man spoke.

Harry tried to cover his head, but was trapped when the black-robed man opened the package in his hand, revealing a face identical to the 'strange creature' he had seen before, with a strange smile.

"We're meeting again, the boy who never dies - Harry Potter!"

Hearing the other man's voice, Harry froze for a moment, forgetting even about his headache.

"You're- Voldemort—"

"Hahahaha-yes, that's me. Voldemort's voice was cold and frenzied.

"What the hell is going on, why am I here?" said Harry, angrily glaring at the smiling flattering little Barty.

"Then Wormtail takes me to prepare for the ritual, little Barty, and tell him. Voldemort commanded.

When little Barty heard this, he became anxious and said, "But master, I should be the one who sacrificed flesh and blood for you!"

There was a frenzy in his expression, but he was stopped by Voldemort.

"Do as I command, little Barty, and I'll call you when I need you. ”

Barty Jr. had to confront Harry.

"Isn't it surprising! Actually, everything is the master's plan. ”

Harry didn't have the heart to listen to what Barty Jr. was saying, because at that moment, a large snake snaked from a distance and swam under his feet, circling around the tombstone that bound him, swimming in the direction of Peter and Voldemort.

"I, Barty Crouch, the most faithful servant of my master, was imprisoned in Azkaban by my foolish father until the moment of my mother's death. ”

Wormtail lowered Voldemort as the serpent watched over him, and Wormtail began to push a two-person cauldron from behind a tombstone, and he lit a fire under the cauldron with his wand.

"My mother begged my father to take her to Azkaban to see me one last time, where we exchanged identities with polypographies and she died in my place. Little Barty said this, with a slight sadness in his tone.

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 vapor grew thicker, and Harry felt the figure of the insect tail tending to the flame become blurred.

"When I was rescued, I was kept at home by my father with a Reimburser curse. It wasn't until this summer that an employee of the Ministry of Magic discovered the secret, and my father had to erase her memory, but luckily, the woman went on vacation to Albania during the holidays, where he ran into Wormtail, and the master learned from her hidden memories that there was a faithful servant waiting for his return. Barty Jr. said feverishly.

The water in the cauldron boiled, and the worm's tail hugged the Earth Demon, took it out of its package, and put it inside. With a hissing sound, it sank.

"Due to the constant domination, the elf who took care of me, Sparkle, begged my father to take me to the field during the Quidditch World Cup. In the box of the stadium, I escaped the control of the Imperius Curse and stole a wand. Barty Jr. said.

Harry exclaimed, "What? ”

Little Barty had a crazy look on his face: "Yes, yes, I stole your wand and launched the Dark Magic Emblem on the spot, and although I was stunned by my father who came later, it also caught the attention of the Death Eaters. ”

"A father's bones, unintentionally donated, can give your son a second life!"

Wormtail was chanting a spell, his voice trembling but high-pitched, and Harry had to turn his attention a little bit that way.

The grave beneath Harry's feet began to crack, and a handful of ashes rose into the air as if in response to the call of the worm's tail, falling gently into the cauldron.

The liquid surface, which had been as calm as a mirror, cracked, hissed, sparks flew everywhere, and the liquid turned a vivid blue, and at first glance it was known to be highly poisonous.

Little Barty turned his head to look at the cauldron, trembling with excitement.

"And just like that, my master sent Wormtail to find me, and after freeing myself from the Imperius Curse, we took control of my father in turn. ”

Wormtail continued to chant the incantation: "Servant's flesh - voluntary donation will bring your master back to life." ”

Little Barty quickly stepped forward, took out a dagger from his arms, and cut off the entire palm of his left hand without a trace of hesitation.

"Plop-" The palm of the hand fell into the liquid in the cauldron, and the potion turned fiery red, sparks flew everywhere, and the bright light was everywhere.

Little Barty pressed his bleeding wrist, trembling there, not knowing whether it was pain or excitement.

"The master told me that he had found a way to get his body back in, and that he was missing only one thing, the blood of the enemy—"

As Barty spoke, Wormtail took the dagger from Barty Jr. and came to Harry's side.

Harry struggled desperately, but to no avail, Wormtail stabbed the dagger into his arm, blood trickling down the torn sleeve of his robe, and Wormtail caught it in a small glass bottle.

"Wormtail suggests that you can collect blood by just finding a random wizard, but the master asks for your blood by name. But you've always been under Dumbledore's protection. So, the master made a plan to use this year's Triwizard Tournament to get you out of Hogwarts. However, the plan didn't go well at first, Wormtail and I were going to sneak up on Moody and infiltrate Hogwarts pretending to be him, but we didn't expect this old ghost to be so vigilant, and we failed. ”

"Then, I had to settle for the next best thing, choosing to pretend to be my father, and then using his status as a referee to throw your name into the Goblet of Fire. ”

Harry's eyes widened, and he said, "It's you, who put my name in." ”

Little Barty grinned maniacally, "Of course it's me, the master knows all about the secret of the Goblet of Fire, and I took advantage of its loophole to cast your name in." ”

At this point, Wormtail took Harry's blood and walked to the cauldron and poured it in. The liquid in the crucible immediately turned a dazzling white. Wormtail finished his task, and fell to his knees by the crucible, prostrate on the ground, shivering.

"But even if you put my name in it, how can you be sure that I won?" Harry asked loudly, holding back the pain.

Little Barty also began to kneel, respectfully facing the crucible.

"Before the game, I checked your magic and found out that you were a genius, so at first I thought that if I favored you in the rating of the game, I would be able to win the championship, but there was a lot of trouble in between. First of all, your kid, he caused a lot of trouble for my plan, he added places to the other two schools, which made the game a lot more uncertain. ”

"Then I had to start helping you build your edge, and I told Hagrid the secret of the fire dragon, but I didn't expect that the first project ended up being a secret that everyone knew. However, as a referee, I didn't have a chance to touch you before the game, so I couldn't help. But you did well in that project. ”

The cauldron soon boiled, and dazzling sparks began to splash out.

"But I lost hope that you would win the first event after the first event, and the boy named Cedric was so strong that I didn't even think I could win against him if I were to compete on my own. ”

So I changed my plans and reserved a backhand. Later, I just made some subtle hints, on the day of the Christmas ball, I originally wanted to use 'Visselby' to tell you the secret of the golden egg, but this idiot didn't want to say it. So I had to use the gambler Bagman to buy the handle of the Hogwarts championship column on the periphery, and let him reveal the secret of the golden egg to Cedric, and this honest boy really told you that you performed well in the following games, and actually tied the score with Cedric. ”

Wisps of mist began to drift out of the cauldron, and the cemetery was shrouded in a black velvety color.

"So, when it came to the last event, before the game, I pretended to be sick for a while, so Fudge decided to take over my work as a referee, and then in the final game, I took the initiative to take on the perimeter patrol work. Before the game, I also controlled two of Durmstrang's warriors and used them to get you in the way, but unfortunately, they were both knocked out by Cedric. ”

"In the end, you didn't get the Portkey Goblet of Fire that I had cast a spell a long time ago, so I had to activate the backup plan for the rest of the day. Before everyone reacted, I personally brought you over with another portkey prepared in advance. ”

Harry was completely stunned when he heard Barty Jr.'s explanation, and he didn't even pay attention to the spark at the crucible, which was completely extinguished.

A puff of white vapor rose from the cauldron, and a tall, thin, skeleton-like figure appeared.

"Dress me. The cold, shrill voice said behind the steam. Wormtail hurriedly grabbed the black robe wrapped in the burden from the ground and stood up, but was pushed aside by little Barty beside him. Little Barty trembled and put one hand on his master's head.

The figure stepped out of the cauldron and into Harry, allowing Harry to see him - pale skin, red eyes, flat snakes, and white mist spewing from two thin nostrils.

"Harry Potter, we're meeting again!"

Voldemort is resurrected!