Chapter 274 Return of the Demon King
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Shui Shen Zhi Feng
Chapter 274 Return of the Demon King
Night falls.Dots of stars are like a river of stars running across the sky.
Standing in a dark, overgrown cemetery, Harry looked around in panic, still trying to figure out what was going on with him.
The screen returns to a few hours ago.
Harry had just seen the red spark announcing the withdrawal of the two female warriors.He gritted his teeth and rushed into the depths of the maze—now, his probability of winning the championship has risen to 50.00%, and he must race against time in the game. Maybe he really hopes to be the first to reach the finish line and win the championship.
Along the way, he first encountered a dementor, only to realize it was actually a boggart after he cast the Patronus Charm to drive it back.
After he got rid of the Boggart with "Funny Funny", he passed through a golden fog that could turn the world upside down, and answered the riddle of a sphinx correctly, finally allowing him to see the light from a distance, which should be the end of the maze.
At this time, he saw a thin, closed book lying alone on the ground in the corner.
He suspected that this might have something to do with the clues in the maze. Out of a Gryffindor's inherently exuberant curiosity, he walked over, picked up the book, and opened it to read——
It was empty inside. He turned over several pages, but didn't see a single word or a drop of ink. He frowned and felt suspicious.
The last time he saw such an empty book was Tom Riddle's diary.That experience gave him rather bad memories.
He was about to put the book back, but found a bookmark made of a feather like a very beautiful powder-blue feather on the last page.
He didn't recognize the feather of any bird at all, but subconsciously thought it was very beautiful.He couldn't help but want to take this feather as his own. Anyway, the things in the maze are ownerless, so he can't be regarded as stealing things.
The moment he just touched the feather, he only heard a "pop", and he appeared in this weird place in the next second.
Following his gaze, he could see the black silhouette of a small church behind a tall yew tree to the right.On the left is a hill.Harry could make out a fine old house on the hillside.
He looked at the cemetery, the surroundings were gloomy and silent, and he had a strange feeling, as if someone was watching him in a dark place.He took out his wand and carefully guarded his surroundings.
In the darkness, a figure walked towards him step by step between the tombs.Although the man's face could not be seen clearly, judging from the gait and the posture of the arms, the man seemed to be holding something.He is short in stature and wears a hooded cloak that hides his face.A few steps closer, and as the distance between them narrowed, Harry could see that the man was holding what looked like a baby.
The man stopped before a towering marble headstone, only six feet from Harry.For a split second, Harry met the diminutive figure's eyes.
Suddenly, Harry's scar ached sharply.He had never felt such severe pain in his life.The wand slipped to the ground, he covered his face with his hands, his legs bent and fell to the ground, he couldn't see anything in front of him, and his head seemed to explode.
He heard someone above his head say loudly and coldly: "Is that him?"
"Yes, I'm sure it's him, my master." The short man in the cloak said respectfully.
"Very well, it seems that the plan is going well—" the cold voice continued, "Don't waste time, start preparing for the ceremony, I can't wait..."
"Quickly imprison him!" Taking advantage of the moment when Harry was still suffering from a headache and unable to resist, the little man used magic to conjure a rope to tie Harry up, then dragged Harry towards the marble tombstone, and finally tied him to a tombstone.
Harry in this world has never seen Peter Pettigrew, so he doesn't associate the image of the little man in front of him with Peter Pettigrew.
"Who are you? What do you want to do!" Harry shouted coldly.
Pettigrew didn't answer him, didn't even glance at Harry.Wand raised, he pushed a huge cauldron under the grave with difficulty.
The cauldron seemed to be full of water, enough to accommodate a full-grown person sitting in it.
"Fire," said Pettigrew's wand, quickly tapping the bottom of the cauldron, and crackling flames shot up from under it.The liquid in the crucible seemed to heat so rapidly that the surface not only began to boil, but sparks shot out, as if on fire.
"It's ready, my lord," said Pettigrew carefully, and now the whole surface of the water was sparkling as if studded with diamonds.
"Hmph, it's pretty good. How are the people over there..." The things in the baggage on the ground moved restlessly, and a cold voice came from there.
"They... they didn't say anything... I think... I think they have other plans..." Pettigrew said carefully.
"Hmph! How could they be so kind? Give us help for no reason?" The cold voice continued, "If it weren't for the bird feather they designed, we wouldn't be able to get it so easily. Little Barty himself said that he is not completely sure that the plan will be carried out smoothly, so that this boy can touch the Goblet of Fire."
The Diricawl is a fat, fluffy, flightless bird.In the world of muggles, they are very famous. They are called dodo birds, which are only produced on the island of Mauritius in the Indian Ocean, but they think that the dodo birds in their mouth have been hunted to extinction.
In fact, Qiutunniao, like Phoenix and Zouwu, has the ability to travel through space.This is one of the means for the ball to avoid danger.
The ability of the ball to escape the bird to disappear suddenly and reappear in another place, like the Phoenix and Zouwu, is not affected by the anti-apparition prohibition.
Apparently, Harry in the maze was brought to this cemetery by an activated orb bird feather.
"But remember, Wormtail—" said the voice coldly, "I am your master."
"Yes, I, I know this, master, please believe me..." Peter Pettigrew stammered, "I am absolutely loyal to you."
"Oh, is it?" said the voice, "Then you'd better prove it to me later."
"Worm, Wormtail?" Harry suddenly guessed who was in front of him. When he dreamed at night, he dreamed of the two people in front of him several times, and Professor Trelawney also gave him a prophecy during the exam week last semester that he couldn't let go of.
"You're Wormtail! The traitor who killed my parents! You bastard!" Harry cursed, and then he looked at the burden, "He, he is Voldemort?"
Snapped!Peter Pettigrew slapped Harry vigorously, "Boy, you can call the master's name whatever you want?" Then he conjured a piece of cloth with magic and stuffed it into Harry's mouth, and said coldly: "Just stay quietly by the side!"
When all this was done, Peter Pettigrew opened the bag, revealing Voldemort in his shabby state, and placed him in the cauldron, which sank with a hiss.Harry heard the soft click of its limp body against the bottom of the cauldron.
Then there is the process of the classic flesh and blood sacrifice ceremony.
As Pettigrew put the bones of Voldemort's Muggle father, his own wrist, and Harry's blood into the cauldron, the liquid in the cauldron instantly turned blinding white.
Peter Pettigrew finished the task, knelt down beside the cauldron, crooked, and collapsed on the ground, panting and sobbing while holding his bleeding broken arm.
The cauldron was about to boil, and sparks like diamonds flew out in all directions, so bright and dazzling that everything around them became the color of black velvet.
Harry kept praying that Voldemort would be drowned in the cauldron, even though he knew how ridiculous that prayer sounded.
Suddenly, the spark on the crucible went out.A puff of white steam rose from the cauldron, obscuring everything in front of Harry.
Then, through the white fog in front of him, he saw horribly the black figure of a man slowly rising from the cauldron, tall and thin, like a skeleton.
"Give me the robe," said the grim, shrill voice from behind the steam.Sobbing and groaning, still protecting his stumped arm, Wormtail hurriedly snatched the bundled black robe from the ground, stood up, and threw one hand over his Master's head.
The thin man stepped out of the cauldron and stared at Harry... Harry saw the face that had been in his nightmares for three years, paler than a skeleton, with big red eyes and a nose as flat as a snake's nose. The nostrils are two slits...
Voldemort is resurrected.
(End of this chapter)
Night falls.Dots of stars are like a river of stars running across the sky.
Standing in a dark, overgrown cemetery, Harry looked around in panic, still trying to figure out what was going on with him.
The screen returns to a few hours ago.
Harry had just seen the red spark announcing the withdrawal of the two female warriors.He gritted his teeth and rushed into the depths of the maze—now, his probability of winning the championship has risen to 50.00%, and he must race against time in the game. Maybe he really hopes to be the first to reach the finish line and win the championship.
Along the way, he first encountered a dementor, only to realize it was actually a boggart after he cast the Patronus Charm to drive it back.
After he got rid of the Boggart with "Funny Funny", he passed through a golden fog that could turn the world upside down, and answered the riddle of a sphinx correctly, finally allowing him to see the light from a distance, which should be the end of the maze.
At this time, he saw a thin, closed book lying alone on the ground in the corner.
He suspected that this might have something to do with the clues in the maze. Out of a Gryffindor's inherently exuberant curiosity, he walked over, picked up the book, and opened it to read——
It was empty inside. He turned over several pages, but didn't see a single word or a drop of ink. He frowned and felt suspicious.
The last time he saw such an empty book was Tom Riddle's diary.That experience gave him rather bad memories.
He was about to put the book back, but found a bookmark made of a feather like a very beautiful powder-blue feather on the last page.
He didn't recognize the feather of any bird at all, but subconsciously thought it was very beautiful.He couldn't help but want to take this feather as his own. Anyway, the things in the maze are ownerless, so he can't be regarded as stealing things.
The moment he just touched the feather, he only heard a "pop", and he appeared in this weird place in the next second.
Following his gaze, he could see the black silhouette of a small church behind a tall yew tree to the right.On the left is a hill.Harry could make out a fine old house on the hillside.
He looked at the cemetery, the surroundings were gloomy and silent, and he had a strange feeling, as if someone was watching him in a dark place.He took out his wand and carefully guarded his surroundings.
In the darkness, a figure walked towards him step by step between the tombs.Although the man's face could not be seen clearly, judging from the gait and the posture of the arms, the man seemed to be holding something.He is short in stature and wears a hooded cloak that hides his face.A few steps closer, and as the distance between them narrowed, Harry could see that the man was holding what looked like a baby.
The man stopped before a towering marble headstone, only six feet from Harry.For a split second, Harry met the diminutive figure's eyes.
Suddenly, Harry's scar ached sharply.He had never felt such severe pain in his life.The wand slipped to the ground, he covered his face with his hands, his legs bent and fell to the ground, he couldn't see anything in front of him, and his head seemed to explode.
He heard someone above his head say loudly and coldly: "Is that him?"
"Yes, I'm sure it's him, my master." The short man in the cloak said respectfully.
"Very well, it seems that the plan is going well—" the cold voice continued, "Don't waste time, start preparing for the ceremony, I can't wait..."
"Quickly imprison him!" Taking advantage of the moment when Harry was still suffering from a headache and unable to resist, the little man used magic to conjure a rope to tie Harry up, then dragged Harry towards the marble tombstone, and finally tied him to a tombstone.
Harry in this world has never seen Peter Pettigrew, so he doesn't associate the image of the little man in front of him with Peter Pettigrew.
"Who are you? What do you want to do!" Harry shouted coldly.
Pettigrew didn't answer him, didn't even glance at Harry.Wand raised, he pushed a huge cauldron under the grave with difficulty.
The cauldron seemed to be full of water, enough to accommodate a full-grown person sitting in it.
"Fire," said Pettigrew's wand, quickly tapping the bottom of the cauldron, and crackling flames shot up from under it.The liquid in the crucible seemed to heat so rapidly that the surface not only began to boil, but sparks shot out, as if on fire.
"It's ready, my lord," said Pettigrew carefully, and now the whole surface of the water was sparkling as if studded with diamonds.
"Hmph, it's pretty good. How are the people over there..." The things in the baggage on the ground moved restlessly, and a cold voice came from there.
"They... they didn't say anything... I think... I think they have other plans..." Pettigrew said carefully.
"Hmph! How could they be so kind? Give us help for no reason?" The cold voice continued, "If it weren't for the bird feather they designed, we wouldn't be able to get it so easily. Little Barty himself said that he is not completely sure that the plan will be carried out smoothly, so that this boy can touch the Goblet of Fire."
The Diricawl is a fat, fluffy, flightless bird.In the world of muggles, they are very famous. They are called dodo birds, which are only produced on the island of Mauritius in the Indian Ocean, but they think that the dodo birds in their mouth have been hunted to extinction.
In fact, Qiutunniao, like Phoenix and Zouwu, has the ability to travel through space.This is one of the means for the ball to avoid danger.
The ability of the ball to escape the bird to disappear suddenly and reappear in another place, like the Phoenix and Zouwu, is not affected by the anti-apparition prohibition.
Apparently, Harry in the maze was brought to this cemetery by an activated orb bird feather.
"But remember, Wormtail—" said the voice coldly, "I am your master."
"Yes, I, I know this, master, please believe me..." Peter Pettigrew stammered, "I am absolutely loyal to you."
"Oh, is it?" said the voice, "Then you'd better prove it to me later."
"Worm, Wormtail?" Harry suddenly guessed who was in front of him. When he dreamed at night, he dreamed of the two people in front of him several times, and Professor Trelawney also gave him a prophecy during the exam week last semester that he couldn't let go of.
"You're Wormtail! The traitor who killed my parents! You bastard!" Harry cursed, and then he looked at the burden, "He, he is Voldemort?"
Snapped!Peter Pettigrew slapped Harry vigorously, "Boy, you can call the master's name whatever you want?" Then he conjured a piece of cloth with magic and stuffed it into Harry's mouth, and said coldly: "Just stay quietly by the side!"
When all this was done, Peter Pettigrew opened the bag, revealing Voldemort in his shabby state, and placed him in the cauldron, which sank with a hiss.Harry heard the soft click of its limp body against the bottom of the cauldron.
Then there is the process of the classic flesh and blood sacrifice ceremony.
As Pettigrew put the bones of Voldemort's Muggle father, his own wrist, and Harry's blood into the cauldron, the liquid in the cauldron instantly turned blinding white.
Peter Pettigrew finished the task, knelt down beside the cauldron, crooked, and collapsed on the ground, panting and sobbing while holding his bleeding broken arm.
The cauldron was about to boil, and sparks like diamonds flew out in all directions, so bright and dazzling that everything around them became the color of black velvet.
Harry kept praying that Voldemort would be drowned in the cauldron, even though he knew how ridiculous that prayer sounded.
Suddenly, the spark on the crucible went out.A puff of white steam rose from the cauldron, obscuring everything in front of Harry.
Then, through the white fog in front of him, he saw horribly the black figure of a man slowly rising from the cauldron, tall and thin, like a skeleton.
"Give me the robe," said the grim, shrill voice from behind the steam.Sobbing and groaning, still protecting his stumped arm, Wormtail hurriedly snatched the bundled black robe from the ground, stood up, and threw one hand over his Master's head.
The thin man stepped out of the cauldron and stared at Harry... Harry saw the face that had been in his nightmares for three years, paler than a skeleton, with big red eyes and a nose as flat as a snake's nose. The nostrils are two slits...
Voldemort is resurrected.
(End of this chapter)
