Chapter 240: Trophy, Dark Queen, Death Eaters Gathering
"Spider." As Aiden guessed the riddle, the Sphinx stepped aside.
At the end behind the Sphinx, a fluorescent trophy was waiting for the two.
"!" Harry started running towards the trophy.
In fact, with Aiden's demigod physical fitness, Harry could not outrun him at all, but because of Aiden's deliberate humility, he was only slightly faster than Harry.
Suddenly, a large black spider popped out of the hedge and pounced on Aiden.
"Be careful." Harry didn't care about the trophy at all.
Resolutely, he fired a spell at the spider, "Expelliarmus."
A red ray was emitted and the spider was directly knocked away.
Aiden smiled and stood up from the ground, and Harry looked at him.
"Take it, Aiden, victory belongs to you." Harry raised his hand in humility.
"No, this trophy belongs to you, Harry Potter, to the warrior with the highest moral character." Aiden raised his hand and made a gesture of invitation.
"No, I..." Harry wanted to be humble, but suddenly he had a better idea.
"Let's take it together! No matter who wins, the glory belongs to Hogwarts!" Harry suggested.
"Haha, okay!" Aiden smiled.
He helped Harry to the trophy, "Three" Aiden's hand went to the right handle
"Two" Harry's hand went to the left handle.
"One" * 2 The two of them grabbed the trophy together.
The blue fluorescence inside the trophy enveloped the two people, and under the fluctuation of space, they were brought to a cemetery.
"Oh, this trophy is a portkey." Aiden pretended to be surprised.
"Have I been here?" Harry looked around and placed his hand on Riddle's tombstone.
"Aiden, we have to go back to the trophy, now!" Harry turned around and looked at Aiden.
"What are you talking about?" Aiden looked at him puzzled.
There was a creaking sound of a wooden door opening, and flames started igniting in the crucible in front of the two men.
"Ah!" Harry immediately knelt down with his hands covering his forehead.
"Harry." Aiden anxiously stepped forward and supported him.
"Kill those who are in the way!" a weak voice sounded.
"Avada Kendava!" A blue ray shot towards Aiden.
Aiden was knocked away by the spell and fell to the ground. (The protagonist died suddenly, the book is over)
"No, Aiden!" Harry cried.
Peter Pettigrew used Transfiguration to lock Harry to the statue.
"Hurry up." The weak voice sounded again.
Peter Pettigrew threw Voldemort into the crucible.
"My father's bones, donated unwillingly."
Peter points his wand at Riddle's grave, and a strange-looking bone floats out of it.
The bones were set on fire above the crucible and then thrown into the crucible.
"The flesh of a servant, offered voluntarily!"
Peter raised the dagger, hesitated for a long time, and finally cut it, screaming.
Finally, he came to Harry trembling, grabbed his wrist and cut a wound.
"The blood of the enemy was taken out by force."
Holding the blood on the dagger dripping into the crucible, Pettigrew immediately ran away.
The entire crucible burned and turned into black particles.
The boiling liquid in the middle began to form a graceful body, and then the particles gathered and turned into a robe draped over "his" body.
"The Dark Lord is about to return!" Pettigrew murmured.
Accompanied by Harry's screams, Voldemort has returned!
The reborn Voldemort stroked his long hair...long hair?
She suddenly opened her eyes, her blood-red pupils revealing confusion.
"Master...Lord, Lord, Master." Peter began to speak incoherently.
Voldemort raised his palm and the wand in Peter's hand flew towards her.
She waved her hand casually, and a mirror floated up from the ground. In the mirror, a black-haired beauty was looking at herself with the same gaze.
Voldemort: “….”
"Wormtail, what have you done!" A majestic and royal sister's voice came out from Voldemort's mouth.
It was originally an angry scolding, but unexpectedly it sounded a bit like acting like a spoiled child.
"Master...Master, I...don't know. I swear, every step I took was strictly in accordance with your requirements!" Peter was a little incoherent, and the fear in his heart reached its peak.
As a master of Legilimency, Voldemort already knew Peter's heart and knew that he was not lying.
"Lily's blood? The power of love is really annoying." Voldemort had a rough guess in his mind and stopped making things difficult for Peter.
She stepped up to Peter and said, "Hold out your arms."
"Thank you, my master!" Peter raised his severed limb.
"Fool, the other one!" said Voldemort.
Peter's expression of gratitude just now disappeared in an instant, and he raised his other hand, and Voldemort pressed his wand against the Dark Mark.
"The corpse reappears!" Voldemort activated the Dark Mark and summoned his servants.
After the spell was cast, Voldemort, who had nothing to do, came to Harry's side.
"Oh don't look at me like that, Harry Potter. While you're bored, let's talk about my past."
I don’t know if it’s because he became a woman, but Voldemort’s desire to talk was greatly increased, so he talked to Harry about his own mental journey.
"My mother was originally a noble pure-blood, but she was so stupid that she fell in love with my father, a dirty Muggle."
Voldemort pointed to the old house next to him and continued,
"My mother used aphrodisiacs to seduce my father, married him and got pregnant. After she became pregnant, she stopped using aphrodisiacs on my father.
Later, my father came to his senses and abandoned her, so she had no choice but to give birth to me in front of the Wu Orphanage."
"Why didn't you die then?" Harry cursed.
Voldemort gave him a disdainful smile, ignored him, and continued his story.
"Later, because of my talent, I entered Hogwarts, and it was Dumbledore who taught me that magic is power.
So I returned to the Riddle house again to remove the stain on my father and grandparents."
As Voldemort spoke, black smoke began to appear in the cemetery.
The Death Eaters who came couldn't believe their eyes. The beautiful woman in front of them exuded a familiar aura.
Unable to bear the strange gaze, Voldemort randomly selected someone and cast the Cruciatus Curse on him.
"Master" * N The Death Eaters began to kneel and kiss her robes.
"Welcome, my friends. It has been thirteen years. Looking at you in front of me, it seems like just yesterday."
Voldemort began to move in the center of the Death Eaters' circle.
"But I have to admit that I'm disappointed! None of you came to see me!"
She reached out her hand and shattered the mask off the nearest Death Eater's face. "Crabbe!"
"Gore", "McNeill"...
Voldemort unmasked them as he went.
"Not even you, Lucius."
Finally Voldemort stopped in front of Lucius and removed his mask.
"My Lord, I promise you that if I find any signs that..." Lucius knelt down.
"There are plenty of signs, my wily friend."
Voldemort turned around, leaving a shadow for Lucius.
"As for you, Wormtail, you have proven yourself to be of some use over the past few months."
Voldemort waved his wand, and a silver hand grew out of Peter Pettigrew's broken arm.
Peter crushed the branch next to him with his hand.
"Thank you, my lord." Peter kissed Voldemort's robe again, expressing his gratitude.
