Chapter 287 Return of the Dark Lord

Voldemort is back.

Harry stared at such an ugly and strange face in front of him with wide eyes, and countless emotions such as hatred, fear, and confusion were intertwined in his heart.

He knew clearly that this was the real murderer of his parents and his destined enemy. Without this person, he would have had a happy childhood and wouldn't have had to spend the not-so-good ten years in the Dursleys' house.

For this reason, Harry's hatred for Voldemort cannot be faked.

But at the same time, he felt a little scared and confused in his heart, and he couldn't suppress that feeling of powerlessness.

This is a dark wizard who has been feared by the entire wizarding world for decades. He is a person that even Dumbledore must be cautious about. Harry has no idea how he can escape from his hands.

Harry could only hang on the tombstone and watch Voldemort begin to inspect his newly acquired body...

His hands were like big pale spiders, and his slender pale fingers touched his chest, arms, and face; his red eyes looked brighter in the darkness, and his eyes were like two slits, like snakes.

He raised his hands and moved his fingers with an ecstatic expression, as if he had completely forgotten about Harry who was tied to the tombstone, and Barty Crouch Jr., the greatest contributor to this trip.

After a long time, after seemingly confirming that there was nothing wrong with his body, Voldemort finally turned his attention.

He thrust his impossibly long fingers into a deep pocket and pulled out a wand. He stroked the wand gently again, then turned his bright red eyes to Harry, and let out a cold and sharp smile.

"It's almost time to call my stupid wallflower servants to take a look..." Voldemort said coldly.

He waved to little Barty.

Little Barty nodded knowingly, knelt down next to Voldemort, reached out and lifted up Filch's shabby sleeves, revealing a bright red tattoo on the inside of his left arm - it was a skull, with a snake spitting out of its mouth. .

This mark appeared in the Quidditch World Cup, and it is the Dark Mark that is feared in the wizarding world.

Voldemort looked at it carefully, and then pressed his long, pale index finger on the Dark Mark on Barty's left arm.

The pain on Harry's forehead started to hurt sharply again, and little Barty also shivered, and he didn't seem to be feeling well.

When Voldemort's slender fingers lifted away from Barty Jr.'s mark, Harry saw that the Dark Mark turned pitch black.

After doing this, Voldemort's face showed a cruel look of pride. He straightened up, raised his head, and scanned the dark cemetery.

"After feeling it, how many people will have the guts to come back this time?" He murmured, staring at the stars in the sky with his glowing red eyes, "and how many people will be stupid enough not to come..."

"I know that I failed two years ago because Dracula rebelled against the person I trusted most...but this time is different. I found the best ally and regained all my strength."

He seemed to be talking to Barty Jr. and Harry, and also to himself.

"Dumbledore, Dracula...I will pay you back a hundredfold for the shame of the past!"

Then, he looked at Harry, and the corners of his mouth curved in a strange way.

"Harry Potter, you are standing on my father's grave." Voldemort said softly, "He was a filthy Muggle with the same name as me... Tom Riddle."

Harry's eyes widened at the name.

"Oh, you look surprised, right?" Voldemort laughed coldly, "I guess you know someone with the same name, and that person is you or a good friend of yours..."

"However, in fact, he is just a personality created from a fragment of my soul that is not worth mentioning... He was originally the person I trusted the most. Yes, who wouldn't trust their own soul?"

Voldemort's eyes suddenly became extremely cold, "However, he shamefully betrayed me and took refuge in Dracula!"

Harry felt that his cognition had been greatly shocked.

It turns out that the Defense Against the Dark Arts assistant who taught him a lot of knowledge and was both a teacher and a friend, turned out to be just a fragment of Voldemort's soul? Is he still worthy of trust? Why did Professor Dracula take in Voldemort's soul...

Countless question marks appeared in Harry's mind. His thoughts were in chaos and he didn't know what to say.

At this moment, Voldemort suddenly looked around the cemetery.

The air was gradually filled with the rustling of cloaks. Between the graves, behind the fir trees, and in every dark place, wizards apparated. They were all hooded and had their faces covered.

Voldemort stood silently waiting. One of the Death Eaters fell to his knees, crawled over to Voldemort, and kissed the hem of his black robes.

The Death Eaters behind him did the same, each crawling to Voldemort on their knees, kissing his robes, then stepped aside, stood up, and silently formed a circle, covering old Tom Riddle's grave, Harry, Voldemort and Barty Crouch Jr., still wearing Filch's shabby clothes, surrounded the center.

"Welcome, Death Eaters." Voldemort said calmly, "This scene is so familiar, it seems that it happened once two years ago... That time, we went to attack Azkaban together, but under the abominable Dracula Because of La's obstruction, the success was in vain."

"I know that many of you think that I have declined, even worse than a school professor... I also know that many of you have already found a way out for yourself."

"So my plan for this resurrection is not looking for any of you. I don't want to see another betrayal."

Lucius in the crowd trembled all over, taking deep breaths secretly, trying to keep himself calm.

"Fortunately, I managed to find a servant I can trust completely!"

Voldemort looked at little Barty beside him, who bowed deeply to him.

"Barty Crouch Jr. is much younger and more loyal than you are." Voldemort said coldly, "With his efforts, I finally regained the power I had in my prime."

Hearing this sentence, the mood of the Death Eaters around him changed obviously. They were either excited, shocked, panicked, or afraid.

Seeing their expressions change, Voldemort laughed proudly.

"Yes, my power is back! Dracula and Dumbledore will no longer be obstacles in my eyes, and the entire magical world will be at our mercy!"

"From now on, the Dark Mark will once again shine in the sky of the magical world!"

"Congratulations on your return, Master!" The Death Eaters all knelt on the ground and congratulated loudly.

"Then, our road to dominating the magical world begins with this person——"

Voldemort smiled cruelly, walked forward slowly, turned to Harry and raised his wand.

"Crucio!"

Harry screamed in agony.

He had never experienced such painful torture... He felt that his head must have been split along the scars, as if all the bones in his body were burning, and his eyes were turning crazily in his skull.

Harry finally realized the pain that Cedric felt when he was hit by Krum's Cruciatus Curse, and the Cruciatus Curse cast by Voldemort himself would be much more terrifying than Krum's dark magic!

He didn't know how Cedric managed to stay safe at that time, he felt like he just wanted to pass out...or even die.

At this moment, a cool breath blew across Harry's chest, like a stream of sweet nectar, which greatly relieved the pain of the Cruciatus Curse.

Harry's consciousness finally became clear. He realized that the pendant given to him by Professor Dracula when he won the first place in the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam in the first grade could moderately resist the attacks of dark magic.

It suddenly occurred to him that Cedric had the same pendant!

There was a glimmer of hope in Harry's heart, but he was still screaming on the surface to prevent Voldemort from seeing something strange about him.

At the same time, his brain was spinning rapidly, thinking of ways to break the situation...

I don’t know how long it took, but the torture suddenly ended.

Harry stopped screaming and hung limply on Voldemort's father's tombstone. He looked up through a layer of mist and looked at the glowing blood-red eyes. The night air echoed with the laughter of Death Eaters.

"I think you have seen how foolish it is to think that this boy is better than me," Voldemort said with a laugh, "but I want to clear everyone's minds of this misunderstanding once and for all."

"It was a complete fluke that Harry Potter escaped from me. Now I will prove my power by killing him, right here, in front of you, without Dumbledore to protect him." , and there is no mother to make sacrifices for him."

"I'll give him a chance, he can fight me, so you won't doubt who is stronger -"

"Barty, help me put him down and give him his wand!"

Little Barty waved his hand and used the cutting spell to accurately cut the rope that tied Harry to the tombstone. He waved his wand again, causing the wand next to Cedric's "corpse" to fly into Harry's hand.

The moment his toes touched the ground, Harry considered running away, but his injured leg was shaking, and there were Death Eaters around him, so it was impossible for him to run away.

"I heard that your ranking in the Duel Club of Hogwarts is pretty good," Voldemort said with a contemptuous smile, "Then let me see your strength!"

"Now - let the duel begin."

Harry wanted to raise his wand, but before he could say the spell or even move, he was hit by the Cruciatus Curse again.

Severe pain dominated everything, and the effect of the reverse cross amulet had ended. He didn't know where he was... It was as if white-hot knives were pricking every inch of his skin, and he screamed again.

Then everything stopped, and Harry rolled over, shaking uncontrollably, and staggered into the wall of Death Eaters, who laughed at him and pushed him back to Voldemort.

"Rest for a while," Voldemort said, his two slit-like nostrils dilating with excitement, "You must be in pain, Harry? You don't want me to do it again, do you?"

Harry didn't answer. He clutched his wand tightly.

While the Death Eaters around him were laughing, Harry suddenly raised his head and raised his wand violently——

"Expelliarmus!"

Of course Voldemort wouldn't be hit.

He seemed to be irritated by Harry's provocative behavior. He directly raised his wand and shouted the curse:

"Avada Kedavra!"

Two beams of light, one red and one beam, collided in the air - Harry thought he would be hit directly and die gloriously in the duel.

But he didn't.

Harry's wand suddenly vibrated as if electrified, and he clutched it tightly, unable to let go even if he wanted to - a thin beam of light connected the two wands, neither red nor green. , but a dazzling golden color.

At the same time, Voldemort's wand also trembled.

Completely caught off guard, both Harry and Voldemort rose into the air uncontrollably, their two wands still connected by the flickering golden thread. They flew from the tombstone of Voldemort's father to an open space without a grave...

As the golden thread burst out, ghostly figures emerged from Voldemort's wand one after another——

An old Muggle man on crutches, Bertha Jorkins, who had a missing person notice posted by the Ministry of Magic... Harry realized that these were the lives that Voldemort had killed.

Sure enough, Harry found that Cedric did not appear in it, and he was probably not dead yet...

A moment later, another transparent figure emerged from the tip of Voldemort's wand, and Harry could tell who she was at a glance... as if he had been expecting her to appear from the beginning, because the person who appeared was him. The person I'm thinking about the most tonight...

A ghost with long hair fell on the ground, and her red hair and green eyes could be vaguely seen... Harry looked at his mother's face, his arms shaking violently.

"Your father is here too..." Her voice seemed far away, yet very close at the same time, "He also wants to see you... It will be fine, just bear with it..."

Then, the soul of a tall, disheveled wizard named James Potter rose from the tip of Voldemort's wand, fell to the ground like his wife, and straightened up.

He walked closer to Harry, looked down at him, and spoke to him in the same distant, echoing voice, but low enough that Voldemort couldn't hear him - Voldemort had never been in this situation before and was now livid with fear. …

"We can only stay for a short while after the connection is broken," said James Potter, "but we will buy you time... You must get the Portkey, which will take you back to Hogwarts. Do you understand, Harry?"

"Understood." Harry clutched the wand tightly, tears unknowingly overflowing from his eyes.

"Retreat now," James said.

The next moment, Harry suddenly threw away the golden light in front of the wand, turned around, and used a method that he had only thought of for a long time, throwing out a hand lamp that shone brightly——

This is a hand lamp made by Dracula to divert other people's attention. It was originally made casually when welcoming the Four Wizard Tournament. In order to let other magic school students focus on Harry's scar, it was given to Huo Huo at that time. Gwartz made a lot of face.

Originally, Dracula just gave Harry the lamp casually, but today it was put to great use.

No matter how casual Dracula's production was, it was not something that ordinary wizards could resist. Even Voldemort was affected for a moment and was blocked by souls such as James and Lily.

Taking advantage of this fleeting opportunity, Harry rushed to Cedric's side, grabbed Cedric with one hand, and grabbed the semi-final cup with the other hand——

The portkey works!

Amid Voldemort's furious shouts, Harry and Cedric were swept away by a whirlwind and returned to Hogwarts.

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