Chapter 247 Resurrection and the Steed
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
Under Harry's gaze, Cedric, who should have died, was miraculously fine.
The pierced figure gradually turned into mist and dispersed.
Mirage.
The magic created to counteract the first project saved Cedric's life.
"Harry, be careful."
Cedric looked at the man who easily deflected two spells with a solemn expression.
"Fun little magic."
With a chuckle, the man looked in another direction and said, "But I didn't expect you to come after me. You shouldn't be so irrational."
Heinrich stepped out of the shadows, clenched his wand tightly, and said in a cold voice, "You are the one who messed up all of this."
"Aldolph Edgar."
He fixed his eyes on the man, who smiled slightly.
Well-groomed black hair, handsome features.
He looked like a nobleman who would sip fine wine with his legs crossed in the wine cellar. The years had not left much on this man's face.
But the hideous burn at the corner of his brow ruined his perfection.
"My dear little Edgar, don't you even want to call me uncle? You seem to have taken away my present for the lucky one."
"You should be dead, the fire killed many Death Eaters." Heinrich asked.
Aldolph Edgar shrugged and said: "Your father is much wiser than you. He never believed that I would die so generously."
Mentioning his younger brother, Altdorf's eyes flashed softly, and he said with a soft smile: "He still keeps my wine cellar, and the few bottles of wine I like the most, he hasn't touched at all."
"As for the fire you said was true, the dead Death Eaters are also real Death Eaters."
Not caring that he was still hugging the master of the Death Eaters, Aldolph smiled deeply, "I told those weak bones that occupying this place would be a condition for negotiating with the Ministry of Magic, and they really believed it."
"The Ministry of Magic invaded Rogge Village that day. They wanted to beg for mercy. I used a big fire to pull everyone into the abyss."
His voice was like a sharp icicle hanging from the eaves, waiting for a passerby to pierce into the passerby's head.
"Those idiots are worthless, but they can get me out of here very well."
He smiled.
Aldolph Edgar, inherited all Edgar's paranoia and madness, he is a madman.
An elegant painter, with a brush to paint the stormy scene of hell.
Hearing all this, Harry thought this man looked like a lunatic.
"How did you tamper with it in the maze?" Harry wondered why the professors had checked it, and there was something wrong.
Altdorf looked at Harry with interest, and said, "It's very simple, just a little magic."
As he spoke, the facial features on his face squirmed.
The handsome face turned into Moody's face, and squirmed again, into Harry's face.
Harry was stunned, and immediately figured out something, and said loudly, "It was you who threw my name into the Goblet of Fire."
"It's an interesting ability, isn't it?" Altdorf said, raising an eyebrow in Harry's face.
There was a voice in his arms, and Voldemort said impatiently: "Altdorf, finish the task quickly."
"Of course, my master." Altdorf's lips curled up, and his wand hung down casually.
At this time, other people noticed that Altdorf was holding something.
That voice made Harry think of something bad.
Heinrich said coldly: "It's useless, I have already contacted other people, and the Ministry of Magic will come soon."
"But not so fast, is it?" said Altdorf languidly. "Time is enough."
Dark golden eyes swept over the three of them.
Harry felt like he was being targeted by a ferocious beast.
In the next second, Altdorf moved.
Even holding Voldemort, his strength is so powerful.
Harry saw the man come forward in a cloud of black smoke, and before he could react, he was hit by a banishing spell and flew backwards.
Cedric was taken aback. Fortunately, he and John had also fought against each other before, so he reacted quickly and used the disarming spell.
Altdorf made a flying attack and was about to strike again when a spell was shot from behind him. He raised his eyebrows, moved twenty feet away with a bang, and waved his wand.
Heinrich's feet were empty, and his body floated up, which was a floating spell.
The moment his body floated in the air, he immediately counterattacked, and the Iron Armor Curse defended against the Disarming Curse.
Cedric transfigured a stumbling block, and Altdorf easily jumped over it, waving his wand.
The statue on the tombstone swings the scythe, nearly severing Cedric's head.
They exchanged glances with Heinrich, and the two struck out in tacit agreement.
"Fire Burning (incendio)"
"Thousands of bullets (oppungno)"
Heinrich waved his wand, and the flames ignited and turned into a wall of fire.
Cedric turns stones into bullets.
Altdorf drew a circle on his wrist, and a tombstone flew over to block the stone.
Then he released the Extinguishing Curse towards the wall of fire, and the flame disappeared instantly. Altdorf's Cruciatus Curse hit Cedric and made him fall to the ground, and he used the Sleeping Curse to stun Heinrich.
Completely defeated.
Facing the former deputy of the Dark Lord, the gap between the two students was too great.
Powerlessness.
Raising his wand a little, Harry, who was struggling to get up, was tied up by the rope and couldn't move.
Cedric was in agony.Blood vessels are clearly visible on the face.
"Hurry up." There was more urgency in Voldemort's voice.
A stone crucible flew over.
The wound on Harry's forehead hurt like never before.
Altdorf pointed to the bottom of the crucible, the flames ignited, and the liquid inside the crucible was bubbling.
Unwrapping the bundle he was holding, Harry finally saw clearly what it was.
Totally a weirdo.
His wounds ached even more when things came out.
Altdorf didn't show Harry for long, and just threw it into the pot, like a dead chicken in that saucepan.
He seemed to be holding some kind of ceremony, murmuring, "Father's bones, donated without intention, can make your son regenerate."
The grave opened beneath Harry's feet, and a small cloud of dust flew up and fell into the cauldron.
Red sparks flew from the cauldron.
"Your servant's flesh, donated voluntarily, can regenerate your master."
As if not paying attention, Altdorf cut off his left ring finger and dropped it into the cauldron.
The potion in the cauldron turned red, and a bright light shone into Harry's eyes.
The blood stopped instantly, and Altdorf didn't even change his expression the whole time.
madman.
Harry struggled wildly. He didn't know what to do, but his instinct told him that he had to stop it.
"The blood of your enemy, compelled to donate, may revive your enemy."
His sleeve was ripped, followed by a gash on his arm that continued to bleed.
Blood flowed out of it, and finally flew into Altdorf's hands.
Altdorf poured the blood into the cauldron, and the liquid inside instantly turned blinding white.
After finishing all this, Altdorf pulled up the sleeve of his left hand leisurely.
On the arm, there is the logo that Harry once saw in the World Cup.
The mark begins to turn black, and the movement in the crucible ends immediately after.
A vast expanse of white mist blurred the vision, and the black figure of a man was tall and thin, like a skeleton.
After it appeared, Altdorf picked up the robe that had been prepared and put it on the man.
Taking a few steps back, Altdorf knelt down on one knee, looked up at the man, and said frantically, "My master, you are finally back."
Harry saw clearly the face of the man he had been dreaming about for three years.
Pale than a skeleton, with red eyes, a nose as flat as a snake's, with two slits for nostrils.
Oh, and he has no nose!
That identity is ready to come out.
Voldemort!
Looking at Altdorf, a rare smile appeared on Voldemort's face, and he said, "Altdorf, my most loyal follower, I thought you would abandon me."
Altdorf chuckled and said, "Of course not. If my nephew hadn't gone to Hogwarts, maybe we would have missed it."
This satisfied Voldemort, and he said in a serious tone, "Let me see who else is loyal to me."
Altdorf shrugged, he had already called.
Voldemort was not satisfied with the wait.
Those people came too slowly.
So he resorted to villain traditional arts.
Mouth escape.
"Harry Potter, you are standing on my father's bones."
Voldemort hissed softly, "He's a Muggle and a fool, just like your own mother..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard a movement.
"Crack."
Something is broken.
Voldemort looked for the sound, and a shaky figure stood up.
He looked over with interest, and said to Altdorf: "It's another Edgar, he's just like you."
Heinrich stood up, his mind a little drowsy.
He held a blue gemstone in his left hand, and grabbed the necklace with his right hand and pulled it hard.
Heinrich looked at Cedric, who was gradually recovering, and shouted, "Cedric!"
Cedric looked hard and saw him tear off the necklace.
"Supreme power!"
A powerful magic power enveloped the entire cemetery.
next second.
Heinrich had a silver ring on his right hand covering his arm, and he waved his wand.
Insanely infused wand with five magic crystals.
"Fiendfyre!"
The magic power is turned into fuel, and the magic power of Philosophy Stone is increased by ten times.
The red flame turned into a horse.
The huge magic power caused the corners of his eyes to ooze blood, and the gold in his eyes became brighter against the firelight.
The horse galloped and dragged Fiendfire to separate Voldemort and Altdorf.
Cedric braced himself, a cutting curse cut Harry's rope, rushed towards Heinrich, and shouted: "Heinrich!"
He seemed to know what Heinrich was going to do and wanted to stop him.
Heinrich maintained his posture and squeezed out the words: "I'm different from him."
Altdorf's fiendish burning companion.
And Heinrich's Fiendfire will save friends.
All kinds of flashes flashed in the eyes, and finally it was fixed at the gathering of the Star Club.
They held a golden cup together, the light he was after was so warm.
Holding his wand in both hands, Heinrich roared, "For eternal glory!"
The steed neighed, and four hoofs stepped out of flames to surround the two of them.
The two in Fiendfire couldn't leave, and Voldemort was no longer calm.
"Anti-Apparition!"
Today, Heinrich Edgar, will clear all obstacles in the way of John Wick!
. . .
The pierced figure gradually turned into mist and dispersed.
Mirage.
The magic created to counteract the first project saved Cedric's life.
"Harry, be careful."
Cedric looked at the man who easily deflected two spells with a solemn expression.
"Fun little magic."
With a chuckle, the man looked in another direction and said, "But I didn't expect you to come after me. You shouldn't be so irrational."
Heinrich stepped out of the shadows, clenched his wand tightly, and said in a cold voice, "You are the one who messed up all of this."
"Aldolph Edgar."
He fixed his eyes on the man, who smiled slightly.
Well-groomed black hair, handsome features.
He looked like a nobleman who would sip fine wine with his legs crossed in the wine cellar. The years had not left much on this man's face.
But the hideous burn at the corner of his brow ruined his perfection.
"My dear little Edgar, don't you even want to call me uncle? You seem to have taken away my present for the lucky one."
"You should be dead, the fire killed many Death Eaters." Heinrich asked.
Aldolph Edgar shrugged and said: "Your father is much wiser than you. He never believed that I would die so generously."
Mentioning his younger brother, Altdorf's eyes flashed softly, and he said with a soft smile: "He still keeps my wine cellar, and the few bottles of wine I like the most, he hasn't touched at all."
"As for the fire you said was true, the dead Death Eaters are also real Death Eaters."
Not caring that he was still hugging the master of the Death Eaters, Aldolph smiled deeply, "I told those weak bones that occupying this place would be a condition for negotiating with the Ministry of Magic, and they really believed it."
"The Ministry of Magic invaded Rogge Village that day. They wanted to beg for mercy. I used a big fire to pull everyone into the abyss."
His voice was like a sharp icicle hanging from the eaves, waiting for a passerby to pierce into the passerby's head.
"Those idiots are worthless, but they can get me out of here very well."
He smiled.
Aldolph Edgar, inherited all Edgar's paranoia and madness, he is a madman.
An elegant painter, with a brush to paint the stormy scene of hell.
Hearing all this, Harry thought this man looked like a lunatic.
"How did you tamper with it in the maze?" Harry wondered why the professors had checked it, and there was something wrong.
Altdorf looked at Harry with interest, and said, "It's very simple, just a little magic."
As he spoke, the facial features on his face squirmed.
The handsome face turned into Moody's face, and squirmed again, into Harry's face.
Harry was stunned, and immediately figured out something, and said loudly, "It was you who threw my name into the Goblet of Fire."
"It's an interesting ability, isn't it?" Altdorf said, raising an eyebrow in Harry's face.
There was a voice in his arms, and Voldemort said impatiently: "Altdorf, finish the task quickly."
"Of course, my master." Altdorf's lips curled up, and his wand hung down casually.
At this time, other people noticed that Altdorf was holding something.
That voice made Harry think of something bad.
Heinrich said coldly: "It's useless, I have already contacted other people, and the Ministry of Magic will come soon."
"But not so fast, is it?" said Altdorf languidly. "Time is enough."
Dark golden eyes swept over the three of them.
Harry felt like he was being targeted by a ferocious beast.
In the next second, Altdorf moved.
Even holding Voldemort, his strength is so powerful.
Harry saw the man come forward in a cloud of black smoke, and before he could react, he was hit by a banishing spell and flew backwards.
Cedric was taken aback. Fortunately, he and John had also fought against each other before, so he reacted quickly and used the disarming spell.
Altdorf made a flying attack and was about to strike again when a spell was shot from behind him. He raised his eyebrows, moved twenty feet away with a bang, and waved his wand.
Heinrich's feet were empty, and his body floated up, which was a floating spell.
The moment his body floated in the air, he immediately counterattacked, and the Iron Armor Curse defended against the Disarming Curse.
Cedric transfigured a stumbling block, and Altdorf easily jumped over it, waving his wand.
The statue on the tombstone swings the scythe, nearly severing Cedric's head.
They exchanged glances with Heinrich, and the two struck out in tacit agreement.
"Fire Burning (incendio)"
"Thousands of bullets (oppungno)"
Heinrich waved his wand, and the flames ignited and turned into a wall of fire.
Cedric turns stones into bullets.
Altdorf drew a circle on his wrist, and a tombstone flew over to block the stone.
Then he released the Extinguishing Curse towards the wall of fire, and the flame disappeared instantly. Altdorf's Cruciatus Curse hit Cedric and made him fall to the ground, and he used the Sleeping Curse to stun Heinrich.
Completely defeated.
Facing the former deputy of the Dark Lord, the gap between the two students was too great.
Powerlessness.
Raising his wand a little, Harry, who was struggling to get up, was tied up by the rope and couldn't move.
Cedric was in agony.Blood vessels are clearly visible on the face.
"Hurry up." There was more urgency in Voldemort's voice.
A stone crucible flew over.
The wound on Harry's forehead hurt like never before.
Altdorf pointed to the bottom of the crucible, the flames ignited, and the liquid inside the crucible was bubbling.
Unwrapping the bundle he was holding, Harry finally saw clearly what it was.
Totally a weirdo.
His wounds ached even more when things came out.
Altdorf didn't show Harry for long, and just threw it into the pot, like a dead chicken in that saucepan.
He seemed to be holding some kind of ceremony, murmuring, "Father's bones, donated without intention, can make your son regenerate."
The grave opened beneath Harry's feet, and a small cloud of dust flew up and fell into the cauldron.
Red sparks flew from the cauldron.
"Your servant's flesh, donated voluntarily, can regenerate your master."
As if not paying attention, Altdorf cut off his left ring finger and dropped it into the cauldron.
The potion in the cauldron turned red, and a bright light shone into Harry's eyes.
The blood stopped instantly, and Altdorf didn't even change his expression the whole time.
madman.
Harry struggled wildly. He didn't know what to do, but his instinct told him that he had to stop it.
"The blood of your enemy, compelled to donate, may revive your enemy."
His sleeve was ripped, followed by a gash on his arm that continued to bleed.
Blood flowed out of it, and finally flew into Altdorf's hands.
Altdorf poured the blood into the cauldron, and the liquid inside instantly turned blinding white.
After finishing all this, Altdorf pulled up the sleeve of his left hand leisurely.
On the arm, there is the logo that Harry once saw in the World Cup.
The mark begins to turn black, and the movement in the crucible ends immediately after.
A vast expanse of white mist blurred the vision, and the black figure of a man was tall and thin, like a skeleton.
After it appeared, Altdorf picked up the robe that had been prepared and put it on the man.
Taking a few steps back, Altdorf knelt down on one knee, looked up at the man, and said frantically, "My master, you are finally back."
Harry saw clearly the face of the man he had been dreaming about for three years.
Pale than a skeleton, with red eyes, a nose as flat as a snake's, with two slits for nostrils.
Oh, and he has no nose!
That identity is ready to come out.
Voldemort!
Looking at Altdorf, a rare smile appeared on Voldemort's face, and he said, "Altdorf, my most loyal follower, I thought you would abandon me."
Altdorf chuckled and said, "Of course not. If my nephew hadn't gone to Hogwarts, maybe we would have missed it."
This satisfied Voldemort, and he said in a serious tone, "Let me see who else is loyal to me."
Altdorf shrugged, he had already called.
Voldemort was not satisfied with the wait.
Those people came too slowly.
So he resorted to villain traditional arts.
Mouth escape.
"Harry Potter, you are standing on my father's bones."
Voldemort hissed softly, "He's a Muggle and a fool, just like your own mother..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard a movement.
"Crack."
Something is broken.
Voldemort looked for the sound, and a shaky figure stood up.
He looked over with interest, and said to Altdorf: "It's another Edgar, he's just like you."
Heinrich stood up, his mind a little drowsy.
He held a blue gemstone in his left hand, and grabbed the necklace with his right hand and pulled it hard.
Heinrich looked at Cedric, who was gradually recovering, and shouted, "Cedric!"
Cedric looked hard and saw him tear off the necklace.
"Supreme power!"
A powerful magic power enveloped the entire cemetery.
next second.
Heinrich had a silver ring on his right hand covering his arm, and he waved his wand.
Insanely infused wand with five magic crystals.
"Fiendfyre!"
The magic power is turned into fuel, and the magic power of Philosophy Stone is increased by ten times.
The red flame turned into a horse.
The huge magic power caused the corners of his eyes to ooze blood, and the gold in his eyes became brighter against the firelight.
The horse galloped and dragged Fiendfire to separate Voldemort and Altdorf.
Cedric braced himself, a cutting curse cut Harry's rope, rushed towards Heinrich, and shouted: "Heinrich!"
He seemed to know what Heinrich was going to do and wanted to stop him.
Heinrich maintained his posture and squeezed out the words: "I'm different from him."
Altdorf's fiendish burning companion.
And Heinrich's Fiendfire will save friends.
All kinds of flashes flashed in the eyes, and finally it was fixed at the gathering of the Star Club.
They held a golden cup together, the light he was after was so warm.
Holding his wand in both hands, Heinrich roared, "For eternal glory!"
The steed neighed, and four hoofs stepped out of flames to surround the two of them.
The two in Fiendfire couldn't leave, and Voldemort was no longer calm.
"Anti-Apparition!"
Today, Heinrich Edgar, will clear all obstacles in the way of John Wick!
. . .
