Chapter 286 Death of Cedric?

In a gloomy, overgrown cemetery, two figures were suddenly thrown from the air.

Harry's feet hit the ground, his injured leg went weak and he fell to the ground; Cedric also sat on the ground without standing firm.

The suction on the top four cup disappeared, and it stumbled out of their hands and rolled to the side.

"Hiss...where are we now?" Harry held onto the wound on his leg and took a breath.

Cedric shook his head blankly, then stood up, pulled Harry up, and the two of them looked around together.

This place was obviously completely beyond the boundaries of Hogwarts. They had been flying in the air for who knows how long, probably several miles... maybe hundreds of miles.

Not even the mountains surrounding the castle can be seen nearby, nor can we see the vast Forbidden Forest, only an overgrown cemetery.

A tall yew tree can be seen to the right of the churchyard, with the black outline of a small church behind it. To the left is a hill, and an exquisite old house can be vaguely recognized on the hillside.

Cedric looked down at the Quarterfinals trophy, then looked at Harry.

"Didn't Mr. Bagman say... that the trophy will only send the champion out of the maze?" he asked, "did he say that the trophy is actually a portkey?"

"He probably didn't say that." Harry said, "Or...our competition is not over yet. Is this a hidden arena?"

He looked at the cemetery, the surroundings were eerie and silent, "Is this part of the game?"

"I don't know." Cedric said, his voice a little nervous, "Anyway, just pull out the wand, what do you think?"

"Okay." Harry nodded nervously.

They drew their wands and walked forward slowly.

Harry kept glancing around, feeling a strange feeling lingering in his heart, as if someone was watching them nearby.

"Someone is coming," he said suddenly.

They squinted their eyes nervously and looked into the darkness, where a figure was walking towards them step by step among the gloomy tombs.

The two of them couldn't see the man's face clearly, but judging from his gait and body shape, it seemed that the man had a stooped back, and... his body shape and the way he walked seemed familiar to them.

Harry lowered his wand in his hand and turned to look at Cedric, who also gave him a questioning look.

The two of them turned back to stare at the approaching figure, full of suspicion.

The man stopped in front of a towering marble tombstone, only about six feet away from them.

At that moment, Harry and Cedric looked at the hunched figure.

"Mr. Filch, why are you here?" Looking at the figure, Cedric asked in surprise, "So... is this really still part of the game?"

Filch suddenly laughed sinisterly.

"Wait, Cedric, something is wrong..." The strangeness in Harry's heart became more and more obvious.

There seemed to be blood vessels beating on his forehead, and it hurt every time.

Cedric looked at Harry blankly, and heard someone speaking loudly and coldly behind "Filch".

At the same time, the scar on Harry's forehead began to hurt violently.

He had never felt such severe pain in his life. The wand fell to the ground involuntarily. He covered his face with his hands, bent his legs and fell to the ground. He couldn't see anything in front of him, and his head felt like it was going to explode.

"Get rid of those who are in the way." He vaguely heard the voice say.

There was a whooshing sound of wind, and then a sharp shout pierced the night sky——

"Avada Kedavra!"

A strong green light pierced Harry's eyelids, and he heard something fall heavily beside him.

The scar hurt so much that he felt nauseous and wanted to vomit... After an unknown amount of time, the pain subsided a little, and he slowly opened his stinging eyes in fear.

Cedric was lying on the ground with his limbs stretched out, his eyes blank, not knowing whether to live or die.

For an endless second, Harry stared blankly at Cedric's face, his expressionless gray eyes, like the windows of an abandoned house... His mouth was half-open, appearing Somewhat surprised.

With the exception of Harry and Voldemort, no one could survive the attack of the Death Curse.

Harry's brain couldn't accept the scene in front of him and went blank. However, his helpless subconscious thought that Cedric was probably dead... He didn't see that there were two originally dark reverse crosses hanging on Cedric's chest. Falling, now turned blood red.

Harry began to understand that this trap was specially designed for him, and it had been all for this moment from the beginning of the Four-wizard Tournament.

Harry felt uncontrollable guilt deep in his heart. He thought Cedric died because of him...

In his blank thoughts, Harry vaguely felt himself being dragged up by "Filch" and dragged towards the marble tombstone next to him.

Before he was pushed over and his back hit the tombstone, Harry saw a name on the tombstone in the flickering light of his wand——

"Tom Riddle."

Tom? Isn't Tom the Defense Against the Dark Arts assistant? How did his name appear here, and why was it engraved on a tombstone?

Before Harry had time to think too much, another illusory-looking figure appeared in front of him. His figure was particularly transparent, and the dead wood behind him could even be seen through the cloak.

An equally illusory face appeared under the cloak——

It was a face that had often appeared in Harry's nightmares for the past three years. It was paler than a skull, with two big red eyes, a nose as flat as a snake's nose, and two thin slits for the nostrils...

Harry knew that this was Voldemort.

Infinite fear arose in his heart, and a terrible thought emerged in his mind...

The feared Dark Lord is back!

"Well done, Barty." Voldemort stared at Harry with his scarlet eyes, and said lightly to the people around him, "Your loyalty and ability can be recognized by me. From now on, you will become my most trusted servant. .”

"Pledge to the death of the Dark Lord!" The wizard who looked exactly like Filch knelt on the ground and shouted loudly.

Harry looked at "Filch" blankly, wondering what was going on with the castle gatekeeper. However, the next scene immediately made him realize the truth of the matter.

The face of "Filch" who was kneeling on the ground gradually changed. The wrinkles gradually disappeared, the skin became smooth, and the sunken nose straightened up. The long, messy hair is shortening, and the hair on the top of the head with bald spots has also grown and turned pale yellow.

Harry saw a man kneeling in front of him. He had pale skin, slight freckles, and light yellow messy hair.

This person is very similar to Mr. Crouch, the director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation.

"You...you are..." Harry struggled to say, "You used Polyjuice Potion to disguise yourself as Filch just to lure me to this cemetery in the last game?"

Seeing the changes in "Filch" in front of him, the events of this school year came to Harry's eyes——

Four schools competed, but the Goblet of Fire spit out the names of five warriors: This is because "Filch" was the person in charge of guarding the Goblet of Fire that night, and he had countless opportunities to secretly cast confusion spells on the Goblet of Fire;

The first competition event was the fire dragon, and Harry could not think of a way to deal with it: "Filch" deliberately blocked the entrance of the castle and gently reminded them to use broomsticks to deal with the fire dragon. Ron reacted quickly at that time;

In the second project, "Filch" deliberately placed a book about alchemy in the drawer where dangerous goods are stored, luring Fred and George to steal it, which also allowed them to crack the secret of the golden egg. ;

It was also the second project. He had to survive in the depths of the Black Lake for an hour. Harry didn't think of a way until before the competition:

So "Filch" gave Cedric the book "Mediterranean Magical Aquatic Plants and Their Characteristics" that recorded the gillweed. He knew that a decent person like Cedric would be willing to help give him clues about the fire dragon. Harry's;

In the third game, "Filch" used the Imperius Curse to control Krum and John, allowing them to hinder Fleur and Cedric's game and prevent Harry's final championship from being taken away...

Harry thought that he had not encountered many dangers in the maze, but Cedric had encountered various crises. It was very likely that "Filch" had secretly intervened in the maze.

Harry figured everything out, raised his head, and looked at the wizard in front of him in horror.

Little Barty laughed darkly.

"It's hard for you to guess, but it's too late." He said contemptuously, "I disguised myself as Filch. It was the best decision I ever made. No one thought that anyone would be willing to pretend to be a squib. .”

"It's ridiculous. Dumbledore is called the patron saint of muck wizards, but he also doesn't pay much attention to Squibs from the bottom of his heart. There is no difference at all from the purebloods he despises..."

"The real 'Filch' cannot possibly know Occlumency. During this year, even if he takes a serious look at me using Legilimency, my identity will be directly exposed to you..."

"But you know what? Potter, Dumbledore never cared about me, the Squib."

A year of hiding has made little Barty mentally abnormal. He seems eager to share his masterpiece with others.

"You're talking nonsense!" Harry retorted loudly, "Dumbledore just doesn't want to observe others in illegal ways!"

"Naive!" Barty Jr. smiled contemptuously, "Do you really think that Dumbledore hasn't used Legilimency to treat other faculty members in daily life?"

"It's not easy, Potter, to get you through these projects without arousing suspicion. I have to use all my tricks to make it invisible to people. If you win too easily, Dumbledore will Suspicious…”

"My first reminder was indeed subtle enough. Fortunately, you have a smart friend who can think of the implication of my words. But then it became more and more difficult for me to help..."

"On the second project, I was particularly worried that we would fail... You stayed in the lake for too long, Potter. I thought you drowned. Fortunately, Dumbledore mistook your stupidity for nobility. I’m relieved to give you a high score.”

"Of course, you were taken care of in the maze tonight." Little Barty continued, "However, what I didn't expect was that the biggest flaw in this year was my stupid father, who was able to break free in a short time. My Imperius Curse!"

"Are you Mr. Crouch's son?!" Harry's eyes widened. "Where is Mr. Crouch now? What did you do to him?"

"You may not know that my father was very disappointing..." Barty Jr. said with a crazy expression, "So I happily...very happily...killed him to ensure that the Dark Lord's plan was successful! "

"Okay, Barty, stop talking nonsense to him!"

At this moment, Voldemort's cold voice interrupted the conversation between the two, "Let's start the ceremony quickly. I have been waiting for this day for too long!"

"Yes!" Little Barty's crazy expression immediately subsided and he responded solemnly.

He tied the helpless Harry to the tombstone, then took out a dagger and stabbed Harry's wrist hard.

Crimson blood gurgled out from the wound on Harry's wrist. The illusive Voldemort waved his hands, causing the blood to float in the air, forming a profound and obscure pattern.

"Potter, you should be proud." Voldemort's cold, sharp voice rang in Harry's ears, "Even if a new formula is found, your blood is still an indispensable part."

Diary Riddle may know best that the resurrection formula that Voldemort was originally familiar with requires three things -

The bones of my father, the blood of my enemies, the flesh of my servants.

However, after the first body he created was snatched away by Dracula, he no longer had the bones of his second father.

So, Voldemort made a deal with Death.

He will sacrifice half of his soul to the God of Death in exchange for recovering his strength within a short period of time and another method of resurrection...

As for the half of the soul, after the Diary Riddle is solved, the soul of the Diary Riddle and the Horcrux in his hand will be used to redeem it.

In addition, Voldemort and Death also reached another deal——

Death was responsible for luring Dracula away, leaving the position of security officer vacant, so that his plan to abduct Harry in the third project could go smoothly.

The God of Death agreed. He thought of Haierbo, who also had a Horcrux, and chose to lend his power to Haierbo.

Halbo used this short period of time to recover and set off a resistance against Andros, forcing Dracula to rush from the site of the Four-wizard Tournament to the secret realm of Mount Olympus.

Now, Voldemort was whispering a spell over a pattern made of Harry's blood.

The blood seemed to burn, then flowed, as if forming a blood vessel throughout the body——

Then, bones and flesh appeared out of thin air, and the black figure of a wizard appeared in front of Harry.

Tall and thin, like a skeleton.

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