Chapter 402 Living in a daze until now, the ceremony begins

"Do you mind if I clean up some bugs before I get down to business!" Voldemort asked meaningfully.

"Ah, this..." Aaron glanced at Cedric and the others indiscriminately, "Personally, I really mind."

"As long as you surrender to me, I don't have to kill them"

The corner of Aaron's mouth twitched, and he rolled his eyes speechlessly, "I won't promise you this."

"I think so, but I'll give you a chance to go back on your word.

Let's do it!Wormtail. "

"Obey, my master." Pettigrew immediately waved his wand, "Crucio."

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

Aaron cast Cruciatus at the same time, and two identical spells collided in the air.

Red sparks kept flying, and the aftermath of the magic impact crushed the green grass on the ground.

"You just look at it like this? Come and help me if you don't want to die."

One word wakes up Cedric and others, no matter how scared they are at this time, they have to go, otherwise their lives will be in danger.

Cedric hurriedly got up and aimed his wand at Voldemort, who was being held by Wormtail.

After a brief trembling, his expression immediately became extremely firm.

"Smashed to pieces!"

A giant snake more than three to four meters long suddenly blocked Voldemort's body, and Cedric's Bone Crushing Curse barely caused any damage to it.

"hiss!"

"Leave him alive, Nagini." Voldemort said flatly.

The giant snake swallowed the letter and quickly approached Cedric.

Cedric turned pale with fright, and released several different spells in succession, but it only made the giant snake curl up a little bit, and the effect made him feel desperate.

Fleur also joined in and dealt with Nagini together with Cedric. The two released the spell at the same time, barely able to fight against Nagini.

"Wc! What were you doing in the past?" Aaron's complexion changed drastically, because if both of them were restrained by a snake, Krum wouldn't be watching.

What to be afraid of, what to come.

Krum's pupils turned white, and he approached Harry Potter like a walking dead.

"Fuck! Don't talk about Wude."

Aaron cursed inwardly, and kicked Harry hard at the same time.

Ignoring the pain on his forehead, Harry quickly picked up his wand and pointed it at Krum, "Stunning..."

"Passed out."

A spell hit Harry Potter from the side, knocking him unconscious.

Fake Moody limped over from not far away. He took Voldemort carefully, placed him on a soft cushion, and then knelt down in front of him with an extremely devout expression, "Master."

"Get up!

You have done a very good job, and I will give you a reward that you can't even think of. "

"This is the master I should be." Fake Moody said respectfully, then stood up and looked at Pettigrew who was competing with Aaron in magic power, but he didn't mean to help at all.

"Uh...may I ask, who are you?"

"You will know that the effect of the compound soup is coming soon."

Aaron thought about it, and then increased the output of magic power.

The crimson light became brighter, overwhelmed Peter Pettigrew's Cruciatus Curse in an instant, and hit him heavily.

"what!"

Peter Pettigrew was heartbroken and let out a miserable scream.

"Trash." Voldemort said coldly, "Obviously the energy of the devil can defeat him."

"After all, there is a gap between people." Aaron said indifferently, "His magic energy is higher than mine, but my fighting power is higher than his."

"Master." Fake Moody looked at Voldemort, "I..."

"Go! Be careful."

"Yes!"

The fake Moody sneered, threw away the crutch in his hand, and attacked Aaron frantically.

The two fought for several rounds, and all kinds of spells collided dazzlingly, and for a while, no one could do anything to the other.

After a while, Pettigrew Peter also joined in. Facing the two at least magisters, Aaron, who had only half the magic power, could only fight and retreat.

"Do you want to take back the thought body?" Aaron thought to himself, hesitating very much.

This is his biggest hole card. If he plays this card, Peter Pettigrew and the fake Moody will never be his opponents, but everything will become more uncontrollable, because Voldemort has not done anything himself.

Don't look at his weak appearance now, but since he chooses to show up, it means that he has full confidence in resurrection.

This kind of self-confidence comes from strength, as long as he can hold a magic wand, he is still the Dark Lord who can cover the sky with one hand.

Once you reveal your full strength, you can only fight head-to-head with Voldemort once.

I'm not sure if he has any other backers. If I'm conservative, the outcome is [-]-[-], but it's absolutely impossible to leave with others.

At this time, Cedric's screams were suddenly heard not far away. He was bitten by Nagini on the shoulder, the venom seeped into it, and the blood continued to flow out.

Furong was also entangled by it, and it became extremely difficult to breathe.

"Almost enough," said Voldemort.

Fake Moody and Peter Pettigrew tacitly stopped, while Nagini brought Cedric and Fleur over.

"Gaius, you haven't lost yet, but you have lost."

Aaron glanced at the injured Cedric and Fleur, then at the unconscious Harry Potter and Viktor Krum, who was controlled by the enemy, feeling helpless and aggrieved.

"As long as one of the three of you was willing to listen to me just now, we wouldn't be in this situation."

Cedric and Fleur looked at each other, and lowered their heads wanting to cry.

"That... can you let the three of them go?"

"Do you think you are qualified to negotiate terms with me now?"

"But you definitely want to negotiate terms with me." Aaron said firmly.

"Smart." Voldemort said hoarsely, "but let's wait a while to negotiate terms, after all, my current posture is somewhat disrespectful.

Before that, it would be better for you not to have any counterattack capabilities, what do you think? "

Aaron pursed his lips, and threw his wand on the ground very sincerely.

"Except your weapons."

Fake Moody threw out two wands directly, and handed over the wands of Cedric and Fleur.

"This time I was really hurt by you." Fu Rong said bitterly, "It's life-threatening to fight for the championship."

"Huh? I don't want to take the blame.

It's not me that's hurting you, it's Harry Potter. "

"It can be said that." Fake Moody explained proudly, "In a sense, Gaius saved your life.

My main purpose is to let Harry Potter get the trophy. In other words, you are all his hindrances and the ones I want to clear.

If it weren't for him, you would have died in Longkou in the first project.

The second project is hard for me to do, not only because I can't get into the water, but also because Klein made the competition projection out.

The third race event was my last chance, and I took control of Krum before the race and gave him orders at all times through those projections.

Originally, I planned to let him sneak attack you, or lead you to a place where there are many magical animals... You can die by accident or by murder, as long as it allows me to achieve my goal.

But Gaius made me change my mind. All the warriors touch the trophy together. Harry Potter and Aaron Gaius will fall into the hands of the master. As for your life and death, it doesn't matter so much. "

"Did you hear that?" Aaron shrugged, "I'm not cheating you, but I've helped you live in a daze until now."

"Let's stop talking nonsense and tie the three of them up."

"Of order, master." Fake Moody said, conjuring up three ropes to tie Cedric, Fleur, and Krum tightly.

Then he controlled Harry to levitate again, bound to a statue next to the tombstone.

"Why didn't you tie me up?" Aaron asked puzzled.

"If you can't be bound, why should you be bound?" Voldemort said naturally, "I know your ability very well. Unless it is a special prison, I can't lock you up."

Aaron smiled, "You are not afraid that I will make trouble for you."

"Nagini will watch them, and if you dare to move, it will decisively bite a person's neck.

Even if you don't care about their lives, my servant will take care of you. "

The corners of Aaron's mouth twitched slightly, and he said with a sneer, "It's really thoughtful."

"Wormtail, you have everything I need ready!"

"Of course, my master." Pettigrew nodded hastily, and pushed a heavy stone cauldron to the grave.

The cauldron is filled with a special solution, and the flames below it crackle and boil.

Harry's scar began to ache again, waking him from his lethargy.

But he regretted it as soon as he opened his eyes. Voldemort was about to be resurrected, and the scene he feared most was about to appear before his eyes.

"Calm down, what should come will always come." Aaron comforted.

"Stop him quickly, leave me alone, we must not bring him back to life."

"Shut up, idiot who doesn't even know your situation." Fake Moody cursed loudly, "Cutting out..."

"Stop it," Voldemort yelled, "he's mine, don't take it from me."

"Yes, Master."

"Professor Moody." Harry couldn't believe it, but soon thought of something, "No, you're not Professor Moody, what did you do to him?"

The magic eyes of the fake Moody rolled around, and said meaningfully: "Maybe you can see him after you die."

"He's still alive." Aaron rolled his eyes and said, "This brother is still using Polyjuice Potion, which means Moody is still alive."

"Disappointing, I still want to see his desperate expression!

But I believe there will be this opportunity soon. "

"Come on, Wormtail, I can't wait."

"Yes." Pettigrew tremblingly picked up Voldemort and put him in the cauldron.

With a hissing sound, Voldemort was swallowed by the solution, which became more viscous and cloudy.

"Father's bones, unintentionally donated, can regenerate your son." Pettigrew pointed his wand at Thomas Riddle's grave.

A bone of Voldemort's father flew out of the grave and fell into the cauldron.

The solution turned blue instantly, exuding a large amount of white vapor.

The hearts of several warriors were half cold, and they wanted to stop it, but they were powerless.

Then Pettigrew stretched out his right hand in fear, held the knife in his left, and sobbed in fear: "Your servant's meat, donate voluntarily, and your master can be reborn."

Except for the excited face of fake Moody, everyone else turned their faces away.

With a scream, Pettigrew's right hand fell into the cauldron, and the potion turned red, as if boiling a pot of fresh blood.