章節 309: Chapter 309: I, Voldemort, back!
Harry fell out of the vortex and fell heavily to the ground.
"Whoosh!
"Boom!"
Krum also fell from the Firebolt and rolled not far away. Because no one controlled his Firebolt, it gradually became invisible.
"Where is this?"
Standing up, Harry patted the dust off his body, glanced at Krum, who had not recovered yet, and observed the surrounding environment.
Harry had never known that the Triwizard Cup was still a Portkey, and it was completely out of Hogwarts' distance.
Now he was standing at an overgrown cemetery, and he could see a church on the right and a bare hill on the left.
At this point, he and Krum didn't know if it was dozens or hundreds of miles away from Hogwarts.
"Where is here?"
Krum's hoarse voice mixed with a hint of pain. He staggered to Harry's side and asked in half-baked English.
"Is this part of the task? What challenges do we have to face?"
"No." Harry vetoed, "This is no longer Hogwarts. Maybe something has happened."
While speaking, he glanced around vigilantly, and the pain from the scar made an alarm bell in his heart.
Krum was obviously dissatisfied. There have been too many accidents since the start of the Triwizard Tournament.
"Why can't we have a normal game, I..."
"Avada Kedavra!"
A sharp and crazy female voice sounded, and a green light passed through Harry's hair.
He heard a heavy fall to the ground behind him, and at the same time, the scar on his forehead was in extreme pain, and he felt nauseated.
Krum didn't make any sound. He lay on the ground, and he was dead.
I don't know if he regretted activating all the spells on the bracelet that Alvin gave him in the maze.
Maybe he could live a little longer if the Shield Charm remained until now.
"Well done, Bella. Now get in the way."
An extremely indifferent male voice complimented as if what was resolved was not a life but just cast an ordinary spell.
"Bring Harry here. Don't hurt him."
The piercing pain made Harry lose his ability to resist, and he could only watch as he was dragged up and headed toward the marble tombstone.
Before hitting the tombstone, Harry saw a name between the flashes of his wand.
"Tom Riddle."
And he finally saw the woman who cast the Killing Curse and controlled him - Bellatrix Lestrange.
The Azkaban fugitive, who was as famous as Sirius before, looked at him with playful eyes and sneered.
"Savior? An immobilized piece of trash frightened by the Killing Curse."
"Bella!"
With a hint of dissatisfaction, the indifferent male voice stopped her following words, "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up."
"Yes, My Lord." Bellatrix hurriedly agreed, walking quickly behind the tombstone and taking out a stone cauldron.
The liquid in the cauldron kept boiling, and Bellatrix added various herbs that Harry didn't recognize.
"Hello, Harry."
The indifferent male voice called softly, Harry tried to turn his head to see what he looked like, but he failed. Bellatrix tied him too tightly.
"Introduce myself. My name is Tom Riddle, your old friend."
Hearing the voice made him feel like his head was about to explode.
Harry, at this time, can be sure that this Tom Riddle must be Voldemort.
No one else could have had his scars react so violently.
Voldemort was resurrected, and a great panic rose from his heart.
"It's burnt, My Lord."
"Bring it on..."
Bellatrix shuddered, not panic, but excitement.
"Bone of the father, unwillingly given!"
"Flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed!"
Speaking of this, she became more and more excited. Without hesitation, she cut off her left hand with a wand and threw it into the cauldron.
Finally, she stared at Harry, at the wound he had just bruised from a fall and used the spell to fly the blood flowing out.
"Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken."
Harry looked up at the sky in despair. He couldn't stop all this from happening and could only watch Bellatrix complete the ceremony.
Diamond-like sparks flew outward, Voldemort stepped into the cauldron without hesitation, and Harry prayed that he would be burned alive.
Unfortunately, the spark went out, and the cauldron
disappeared. A tall and thin figure appeared where the cauldron disappeared.
With his appearance, a powerful aura also swept out.
The magic burst into a gust of wind, which instantly shattered the cauldron.
And Harry, who was lying on the ground, and Bellatrix, who was caught off guard, were also blown away and took a mouthful of mud.
"Put me a robe."
Voldemort commanded calmly, Bellatrix disregarding his embarrassment and his bleeding arm.
Hastily found a green robe and ran to Voldemort.
After getting dressed, Voldemort also notices Bellatrix's tragic situation.
"My most loyal servant, you have suffered."
A hypocritical sentence of comfort, and even the tone of voice did not fluctuate, but Bellatrix was moved to cry.
With the magic on the bleeding place, a black mist spewed and wrapped Bella's arm.
It didn't take long for a white and tender arm like a newborn baby to be reshaped.
Bellatrix fell to the ground gratefully, kissing Voldemort's foot.
Ignoring her, Voldemort looked at his body with satisfaction. Feeling the same powerful magic power as it was thirteen years ago, with a look of enjoyment on his face.
Snape deserves to be one of the potion masters in the wizarding world. A potion originally used to help restore non-corporeal wizards to their bodies has been modified to restore all his injuries and sequelae.
Incredibly powerful.
Although he was always with Dumbledore, he didn't bother. Snape was still loyal to him, and even in his weakest period, he did his best to complete his task.
He is a loyal servant!
Slowly placing the wand on Bellatrix's Dark Mark, Voldemort said softly.
"I, Voldemort, back!"
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