Chapter 1091 There is only one winner in this era
Old Batty! It was actually Old Batty!
The last Death Eater to attack the camp during the Quidditch World Cup was actually Barty Sr.!
But why? He didn't even spare his own son Barty Jr. back then, so why would he, who hated evil so much, stand on Voldemort's side now?
Dumbledore covered his abdomen with his hands, holding the bleeding wound there, and showed a very rare expression of pain.
The silver dagger was a cursed black magic item. Although it was not as terrible as the curse cast on Gaunt's ring, it could cause his body to continue to suffer pain as if it was being burned by fire.
"Professor!" Harry looked at the obviously hunched back in front of him with worried eyes.
Dumbledore raised his other hand, which was holding the Elder Wand, to indicate that he was fine.
If his current condition were made known to the world through live broadcast, it would only deepen the wizards' fear of Voldemort.
He straightened up and quickly used magic to stop the bleeding from the wound.
The hideous smile on Old Batty's face froze instantly, "It seems that August's plan is not very good."
August was the Rookwood who cast Chaos Blood Embers Curse and blew himself up in the Ministry of Magic. Old Barty must have colluded with him at the time and eliminated his suspicion by saving Fudge and seriously injuring himself.
Old Batty dropped the dagger with regret, "What a pity that the damn mudblood Wayne didn't come with you."
Dumbledore heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that Rookwood's plan also included Vincent.
If Fudge hadn't insisted on explaining everything, he would probably have been hit by this cursed dagger.
The reason why Rookwood targeted Vincent was probably because half of his face was destroyed that night.
"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle--" A dazzling white light came from the crucible.
The ritual was completed, and the Death Eaters had indeed obtained Harry's blood long ago.
The moment Dumbledore turned his head, Karkaroff, who was under the Imperius Curse, raised his blood-stained wand.
The spell hit the red flame vortex, and the next second, a more powerful spell was bounced back.
Karkaroff fell backwards after being hit. Old Barty cursed him as a "waste" and quickly drew out his wand for defense.
Dumbledore, who was stabbed, is still Dumbledore. He is the most powerful wizard in the world. Conspiracies and tricks can weaken him, but they cannot defeat him.
While old Batty was defending hard, the boiling crucible continued to splash out diamond-like sparks, and everything nearby seemed to turn as deep as black velvet.
Peter Pettigrew had already retreated far away. He quietly watched the sparks on the crucible go out, watched a white steam rise from the cauldron, and watched the figure in the white vapor.
Also watching all this was Harry, who was covering his forehead in pain.
The figure became clearer and clearer. He was tall and thin, like a skeleton.
"Put on my robes." Voldemort's cold and sharp voice came from the steam.
Peter Pettigrew hurriedly bent down and picked up the black robe on the ground with his intact left hand. There was still a drop of dark red blood in the empty bottle next to the robe.
"Ah—" Harry felt like his head was about to explode.
He was still not very proficient in Occlumency, and clearing his mind only slightly relieved the pain from his scar.
When Voldemort stepped out of the cauldron and stared at him, revealing the face that had so often appeared in his nightmares, the pain actually disappeared.
Skin paler than a skull, two big blood-red eyes, a nose as flat as a snake, and two long and narrow nostrils like slits...
Through the magical communicator on Harry's wrist, wizards around the world watching the live broadcast witnessed Voldemort's resurrection with their own eyes.
Fudge and Umbridge sat down on the ground after seeing this scene.
There was endless fear in the eyes of the two men, half of which was brought by Voldemort, and the other half was from imagining their respective fates.
The Ministry of Magic kept the secret secret for so many years, but it was finally revealed to the unprepared wizards.
Fudge looked at Voldemort on the projection screen in despair, as he looked at his new body. His slender pale fingers stroked from his chest to his arms and face, and his blood-red eyes appeared even brighter in the darkness.
Voldemort raised his hands and flexed his fingers with an ecstatic expression, ignoring Peter Pettigrew who was kneeling on the ground and still bleeding and twitching.
He inserted his unusually long fingers into a deep pocket and pulled out a wand. After gently stroking the wand, he twisted his neck excitedly and looked from afar at Dumbledore, who had knocked down old Barty and was looking over at him.
The two powerful wizards stared at each other for half a minute. Voldemort was the first to break the silence, "Wormtail, hold out your arms."
Peter Pettigrew stretched out his bloody severed arm, "Oh... Master... Thank you..."
Voldemort sneered, "Not this one, Wormtail."
"Master... please... please..."
Voldemort raised his wand slightly, and Peter Pettigrew was pulled in front of him.
He pulled up the man's intact left arm and tore off the sleeve to reveal a red tattoo of a skull with a snake coming out of its mouth.
This is the image that appeared on the day of Peter Pettigrew's execution and the Quidditch World Cup attack, the Dark Mark.
Voldemort looked at it carefully, and suddenly looked up at Dumbledore and Harry who were watching him quietly.
"How many people do you think have the courage to come back?"
He ignored Peter Pettigrew's uncontrollable sobbing and pressed his long pale finger on the Dark Mark and continued to ask, "How many people would be stupid enough not to come?"
The scar on Harry's forehead began to hurt violently again.
Peter Pettigrew wailed, the mark on his left arm slowly turning black.
Dumbledore groaned, "Tom, I have to remind you that we are broadcasting everything that happens here live."
The cruel smug look on Voldemort's face seemed to be paused.
Obviously, he expected that whichever warrior took the Goblet of Fire would be able to successfully lure Dumbledore over, and he also expected that Vincent would leave a backdoor to track the location, but he did not expect that this backdoor could actually force the video communication function to open.
No wonder Dumbledore appeared in front of Harry. If it weren't for Draco, Rookwood's plan would have been aborted.
"Ho--" Voldemort's snake face twisted into an extremely cruel smile. "Wayne, Nicolas Flamel's mudblood apprentice, I didn't expect that he could really change the times."
His blood-red eyes were fixed on the magic communicator on Harry's wrist. "But what does it matter? There is only one winner in this era, and that is me, Voldemort who has returned from hell."
Dumbledore shook his head and smiled, "Tom, I am very sure that you will not be the winner of this era."
The wizards have almost gotten used to the pain of being burned by the flames all over their bodies. It's time to regain hope for the frightened and desperate wizards.
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