Chapter 454 Return of Voldemort

Cedric also noticed the strange figure in the distance. He stood there and cast a doubtful look.

At this moment, he realized how eerie the surrounding environment was. They were in a cemetery with an old chapel not far away. Looking further into the distance, the old houses on the hillside looked particularly gloomy in the night.

He glanced at the Goblet of Fire, then up at Harry. Because the wand is not with me. Cedric looked a little flustered when faced with the unknown situation. He hurriedly groped for a long time on his body, but couldn't find even a scrap of paper.

Finally, after touching the rosary on his wrist, he felt a sense of security.

The man took a few steps forward, and the two of them saw the man's appearance clearly. He was somewhat short in stature and wore a hooded cloak. Getting closer, they found that the man was holding something that looked like a bag of clothes, or maybe a baby.

Harry lowered his wand and looked back at Cedric. The meaning in his eyes was very clear. Facing this strange environment and unknown enemy, they should put aside their barriers and face it together.

Cedric didn't respond. He clutched the rosary and secretly moved back. However, his curiosity overcame his fear, and he did not leave, but wanted to know who the dark figure was.

He was filled with doubts, but also with a hint of anticipation, wanting to know who had brought them here with the portkey.

Harry Potter looked around and suddenly felt a strange sense of familiarity. His eyes locked on a short figure standing in front of a huge marble tombstone, only six feet away from them. At that moment, their eyes met and time seemed to freeze.

Suddenly, Harry felt a sharp pain in the scar on his forehead, as if he was being burned by a white-hot iron.

It was the most severe pain he had ever experienced in his life, as if countless steel needles were piercing his body at the same time. He huddled on the ground in pain, his face covered with cold sweat. He closed his eyes tightly and the world turned into darkness.

The wand slipped from his hand and made a slight noise. His hands gripped the soil tightly, his nails digging into the soil. A low cry came from his throat, the sound was broken and weak.

"Did you use the Cruciatus Curse on him?" Cedric was not afraid. He saw Harry's pain and a cruel smile appeared on his face. "Well done, you should torture him! Torture him hard!"

"Harry Potter, does this heartbreaking feeling feel good?" Cedric sneered, his eyes full of malicious pleasure.

He didn't care who the man in black robes in the distance was, as long as he could vent his evil anger for him, he was a good wizard.

He roughly pulled Harry's hair and roared loudly: "When Qiu Zhang left me, my heartache was a hundred times, a thousand times more intense than your pain now!"

Cedric threw his head back and laughed wildly, and that hearty laughter echoed over the cemetery. His hysterical look made Wormtail feel overwhelmed in the hood.

However, Voldemort in his arms whispered: "Interesting."

Wormtail walked over silently, and at the command of the baby in his arms, grabbed Harry's ankles and dragged him up from the ground.

"Hey, are you going to kill him?" Cedric suddenly asked, "Can you let me use the Cruciatus Curse first to torture him?"

Wormtail felt that this guy was talkative and annoying, so he raised his wand to get rid of him. But the baby in his arms raised his thin arms and pulled him gently.

Wormtail immediately put away his wand, turned to Cedric and shouted: "If you want, tie him up and bring him here." After that, he conjured a bundle of rope and threw it to Cedric.

Cedric hesitated briefly and kicked Harry over, who was unable to resist. He grabbed the rope and tied him securely from neck to ankle. Round and round until he was sure he couldn't move.

"It's you, Wormtail!" Harry raised his head tenaciously, looking through the darkness and looking directly at the face hidden in the hood.

He thought of something and reminded Cedric anxiously: "Run away, run away quickly..."

Cedric sneered, tore a piece of cloth from the ragged trouser leg and stuffed it into Harry's mouth. He picked up Harry's wand and dragged him towards the towering marble tombstone.

At Wormtail's signal, Cedric swung, and Harry's back hit the tombstone hard. The tombstone is engraved with the name of the owner who sleeps here: Tom Redou, 1905-1943.

Suddenly, the patron saint sculpture on the tombstone seemed to be given life. It moved and tightened its grip on Harry with the scythe in its hand.

Wormtail remained silent and did not reminisce with Harry. He signaled Cedric to follow him with his eyes, and then hurriedly walked deeper into the cemetery.

A few minutes later, Cedric used a levitating spell to bring back a huge stone cauldron. His face was slightly pale, because the crucible was not only huge but also heavy, and using the floating spell consumed a lot of his magic power.

Wormtail was satisfied with his performance and ordered him to fill the cauldron with water. After the preparations were completed, he waved the wand in his hand lightly and drew several mysterious tracks on the bottom of the crucible. In an instant, raging fire soared from below, licking the edges of the cauldron.

"Hurry up!" Voldemort's voice was sharp and harsh, full of impatience.

Cedric's curiosity drove his eyes to the bundle in Voldemort's arms, which was a distorted baby. To be more precise, it was like a mass of burnt flesh.

His throat tightened unconsciously, and an indescribable feeling made him afraid to look at the terrifying baby again.

The liquid in the crucible boiled rapidly, and sparks began to burst out from the surface, as bright as molten metal. The steam was getting hotter and thicker, and the firelight reflected on Cedric, making his figure blurry.

In an instant, the entire water surface was lit up with sparks, as if it were covered with sparkling diamonds.

"It's burned, Master." Wormtail reported to Voldemort respectfully and humbly.

"Now..." Voldemort ordered coldly.

Wormtail quickly untied the baggage, revealing Voldemort's appearance at the moment: hairless and scaly. It looks like there are no bones, and the whole body is soft.

If Rogge saw him like this at this moment, he would definitely use a kind of food to mock him: shelled live beads.

Wormtail lifted him up carefully, his eyes flashing with a mixture of disgust and revulsion. Although he was resisting in his heart, he did not dare to disobey Voldemort's order, so he could only slowly put the slimy Voldemort into the boiling crucible.

Cedric let out a low exclamation as he watched the baby dissolve in the potion. Wormtail glanced at him with a mixture of sympathy and helplessness, sighing secretly at this guy's luck and misfortune.

Meanwhile, Harry is still struggling with the pain from the scar on his forehead. But now, he could barely open his eyes and catch a glimpse of what was happening outside.

"Father's bones, although they are given unwillingly, can still regenerate your son!" Wormtail's voice echoed in the empty cemetery.

Harry saw in horror that the tomb beneath his feet cracked open, and a gray-white femur slowly rose up, responding to Wormtail's call and gently falling into the cauldron.

As the femur was added, the diamond-like liquid surface in the crucible shattered instantly, making a hissing sound. Sparks flew everywhere, and the color of the liquid also changed, turning into a bright blue. It was obvious at a glance that it contained highly toxic substances.

Wormtail took a deep breath and pulled out a long, thin dagger that shimmered with silver light from his cloak. He looked at Cedric with a trace of regret in his eyes, sighing secretly why he was the only slave here.

He whimpered, and his extreme fear caused his cries to be intermittent: "The slave's flesh and noble dedication can make your master reborn..." Before he finished speaking, he subconsciously let out a shrill howl.

The right hand that was missing the fingers was given up by him. He held the dagger tightly in his left hand and swung it down with all his strength.

In an instant, Wormtail's fake howl turned into a real scream. The sound pierced the night sky, so painful that Cedric took a few steps back in fear as he witnessed what happened.

Wormtail gasped in pain, gritted his teeth, and walked towards Harry Potter step by step.

"The blood of your enemies, greedily drawn, can resurrect your enemies..." Harry struggled as hard as he could, trying to stop, but he was tied too tightly by Cedric. And the sculpture behind him made it impossible for him to escape.

He could only watch as Wormtail raised the dagger with his only remaining hand and stabbed it into his arm. Blood was flowing down his torn sleeves, and Wormtail threw a glass bottle to Cedric, indicating to catch Harry's blood.

Cedric's throat rolled and he swallowed hard. He had realized that this was an evil black magic ritual. Wormtail's spell revealed what was about to happen, someone was to be resurrected from the boiling cauldron.

In the entire wizarding world, there is only one person who regards Harry Potter as his mortal enemy and tries to resurrect him, and that is Voldemort.

He glanced around anxiously, as countless unknown dangers seemed to be lurking in the dark cemetery. He didn't know how far it was from Hogwarts, whether it was a few miles or hundreds of miles. But now, he knew he had to try to survive.

He glanced secretly at the crucible, and Voldemort, who made the wizarding world tremble, was inside. If the mysterious man really returns, he will become the devil's accomplice.

Cedric took a deep breath, trying to calm his fear. He picked up the glass bottle on the ground with trembling fingers, tried his best to maintain an expressionless expression, and slowly walked towards Harry.

Wormtail sat to the side, dozing off, or hemostasis, and panting to soothe the pain of his severed hand. Despite this, his wand was always pointed at Cedric, ready to kill the students accidentally brought by the Goblet of Fire.

"Go!" Harry gritted his teeth and reminded him in a hoarse voice.

"Let's go, where are we going?" Cedric shook his head slightly, with a look of despair in his eyes.

He gently placed the glass bottle under Harry's wound and deliberately poked the tip of his staff into Harry's wound to make the blood flow more and faster. The glass bottle is not big and gets filled quickly.

Wormtail nodded with satisfaction, and then ordered: "Pour it in."

Cedric held the blood bottle and slowly approached the boiling crucible. He does have a grudge against Harry Potter, but that doesn't mean he will become a follower of Voldemort.

"What would happen if I knocked over the crucible now?" he thought secretly.

Harry, who was bound, saw Cedric clenching his wand tightly, as if preparing something. However, just as he was about to take action, a strange voice sounded in the darkness.

"Oh, there is someone else."

Wormtail stood up quickly, grabbed the blood bottle, and pushed Cedric aside.

"Lord Buck, are you back?" He greeted humbly and explained, "This is the door key you brought back by accident."

"Oh, then why don't you kill him?" Buck walked out of the darkness, glanced at Cedric casually, and then ordered, "Hurry up and complete the resurrection ceremony."

Cedric's heart sank, knowing that his chance to prevent Voldemort's resurrection had slipped away. He clenched the wand unwillingly, but felt Buck's burning eyes staring closely at him.

Wormtail quickly poured the blood into the crucible, and the liquid in the crucible instantly turned into bone-gray white slurry. After the task was completed, Wormtail immediately knelt down next to the crucible, holding his severed arm and gasping and sobbing in pain, looking extremely embarrassed.

Compared with Buck, who was slightly bent and calm next to him, Wormtail seemed more like Voldemort's most loyal servant.

The liquid in the crucible almost boiled to the edge of explosion, and diamond-like sparks flew around. They are so bright and dazzling that they even reflect the surrounding darkness into a charming black velvet texture.

In the blink of an eye, the stone crucible also burned. In the strong flames, there seems to be some kind of life.

"Please...please let him die." Harry cursed silently in his heart, hoping that this would end.

The next second, the flames suddenly went out, and Harry saw with horror the figure of a man slowly rising from the billowing white mist. The man was tall and thin, like a skeleton.

A cold wind blew by, and the white mist dissipated, leaving only Voldemort's naked body. The man who once plunged the wizarding world into darkness; the man who once led countless Death Eaters; the man who was once killed by a baby, is back at this moment!

"Get me dressed." His voice was cold and sharp, and the air seemed to become stagnant.

Wormtail was still kneeling on the ground, sobbing and moaning while holding his broken arm. Buck had already gotten ahead of him, taking off his robe and putting it on Voldemort.

Voldemort noticed the gap in his clothes and said coldly to Wormtail: "My wand."

Wormtail quickly raised his head and looked at his master with grateful eyes. He quickly took out the bone-covered wand from his robe, yew, phoenix tail feathers, 13.5 inches.

Buck glanced at Harry secretly. His nephew Roger once told him: There is a special bond between Harry and Voldemort's wand.

He once secretly asked Rogge if he wanted to do something himself. Rogge's answer, however, was a simple one: Act on who you are.

Therefore, he went to Privet Drive and kidnapped Harry's aunt's family; he followed Voldemort's instructions and monitored Barty's actions; he entered the maze in advance to ensure that Harry could encounter the Goblet of Fire...

Now, Buck can say with a clear conscience that he is Voldemort's most loyal subordinate. Compared with him, Barty Jr. is just a brainless idiot, Bella is a complete madman, and Wormtail is a humble slave.

Voldemort's fingers were as slender as spider legs, with purple or red blood vessels exposed under the abnormal white skin. He grabbed his wand and studied it as carefully as he would an old friend.

Wormtail thought Voldemort would repair his broken arm. He covered the wound and bowed his body humbly. The painful sobs and gasps just now were completely swallowed by him, leaving only the gratitude with tears in his eyes.

Buck watched quietly, with a disdainful smile on his lips. After realizing that Voldemort was not the pure-blood wizard he wanted to follow, he truly saw through his selfishness and indifference.

As expected, Voldemort did not point his wand at Wormtail's severed arm. He pointed to the missing corner of his robe and repaired it with a thick black mist.

Today I updated another 10,000 words, let’s see who said I’m short! [Pinch your waist with an air of pinching]

After comparing the original work and the movie, I sort of synthesized the details. But according to the style of this book, Cedric must first become a Death Eater if he wants to live.