Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

On the fifth floor, Harry finally lost to Moody.

The gap between the two was difficult to make up even with the burst of the Command Spell.

At the beginning, Harry could still fight Moody back and forth with a few silent spells and some magic taught by Grindelwald.

But the gap in magic power and experience was too big, and the fight between the two ended quickly.

Taking advantage of Harry's brief stiffness when he activated the Magic Flame Protection, Moody used the Cruciatus Curse and successfully interrupted his magic. Then several ropes emerged from the ground and tied Harry into a ball.

Moody took out a disc with a heavy breath, pulled it hard, grabbed Harry's hair, and put the disc on his face.

Then activated the portkey, and the two disappeared together.

I don't know how long he flew. Harry struggled desperately, but his face seemed to grow on the disc and couldn't get rid of it.

It was not until his legs hit the ground that the plate separated from his face and fell to the ground and shattered.

"Where are you taking me?!"

The dark was overgrown with weeds. With the help of the moonlight, Harry could see a large number of tombstones around.

There was a small church in the distance, and on the left was a hill with an exquisite old house on the hillside.

"Go where you should go and make your final contribution." Moody grinned, "Potter, you will soon witness history."

Harry didn't understand what he was saying. He tried to find out Moody's true identity and try to delay time.

He believed that Wayne and Dumbledore would definitely find out that he was in trouble. The longer the time was delayed, the greater the possibility of his survival.

But Moody ignored him and just dragged Harry deep into the cemetery.

From a distance, Harry saw a figure walking towards them.

Due to the night and the thick fog, he couldn't see the man's face, but from his posture, he seemed to be holding something.

When he got closer, Harry saw that the man was wearing a hooded cloak, covering his face.

Harry's scar hurt violently. He had never felt such pain before. His head seemed to be torn apart alive.

Moody threw him away and knelt on the ground excitedly.

"Master, I have completed your task and brought Pott here!"

"Very good, Barty." A cold voice pretended to be kind: "You are my most reliable child, I know you will not let me down."

"Master... I am willing to do anything for you!" Moody's face was full of fanaticism.

Harry gritted his teeth and tried to look up: "Voldem...mort..."

Finally, he saw the person who was speaking.

An ugly baby-sized monster was held in the hooded man's hands, with an adult-like face, distorted and ugly.

"Potter, no, Harry, please allow me to call you that, after all, the relationship between you and me is really extraordinary."

"This should be our second meeting, the last time was also your fatherMother, it's a pity that they can't come today."

I don't know if it's an illusion, he heard more emotions in Voldemort's words.

It seems to be joy, and it seems to be sighing.

Harry closed his eyes, "You are resurrected?"

"You call me resurrected like this?" Voldemort's voice became emotionless again.

"I have never really died, so how can I talk about resurrection?"

"You should call it...return, yes, I am back, and there is only one last step. Under your witness, Voldemort will become more powerful."

"You can't beat Wayne."

Harry sneered: "You can't beat Dumbledore, otherwise he wouldn't have taken so much trouble to bring me to this kind of ghost place. You are afraid, right?"

"Ha." Voldemort sneered with an unclear meaning: "I will send them to see you soon. ”

“Whether it’s Dumbledore or Lawrence, I will kill them all.”

After saying that, he lost interest in talking and gave an order.

“Begin.”

The cloaked man used magic to create a rope and tightly tied Harry to the tombstone. He saw the name of the tombstone owner clearly - Tom Riddle.

Harry remembered the name that the diary shadow changed in the second grade.

Voldemort’s real name?

Seeing that he was still struggling, the hooded man hit him. Harry saw that the hand that hit him was missing an index finger and screamed:

“Wormtail? "

Wormtail didn't answer, but took out a ball of black stuff and stuffed it into Harry's mouth, then took out a huge crucible from behind the tombstone, and finally started digging the grave.

Suddenly, there was another noise in the distance, and Harry looked happy. Is he coming to save him?

Wayne or Dumbledore?

"What's going on, Barty!" Voldemort asked unhappily.

"Master, the idiot Pott can't win the championship at all. I forcibly caught him. Someone must have used the Holy Grail to teleport him here."

"In addition, my father is in charge of the award ceremony today. I tampered with the medal just to kill him in front of you to prove my loyalty..." Moody said respectfully, and Harry felt cold in his heart.

Kill your own father?

What kind of person would want to do such a cruel thing...

Voldemort ordered coldly: "Then go and get rid of them. "

Moody, no, Little Barty stood up without hesitation and rushed in the direction they came from.

Fudge and Vladimir staggered to a stop.

"Where is this? !"

"Why is the medal a portkey, Vladimir, is this also part of the competition?"

Fudge looked around in shock, the gloomy tombstones scared him so much that his face turned pale, and the fat on his body kept shaking.

"Minister Fudge, this is Britain, your territory, are you going to ask me a student?"

Vladimir looked disgusted. He held the Holy Grail tightly and looked around vigilantly.

"There is light over there. Let's go and have a look."

Vladimir pointed to the front, where blue light was flashing.

Fudge swallowed his saliva. His usual calmness and demeanor disappeared. He actually obeyed the order of a student.

The two of them met little Barty not far away.

"Moody, why is it you?" Fudge said in surprise, but he was relieved a lot in his heart. He pretended to be angry and said:

"What the hell is Dumbledore doing? Isn't the game over? What's going on?"

"Take us back quickly, Moody. I must have a good talk with Dumbledore."

What responded to him was not Moody's explanation, but a spell.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The green beam of light flew past Fudge's scalp. He was completely frightened. Vladimir next to him screamed and ran for his life.

"I thought it would be Crouch, but it was you." Barty sneered: "It's wonderful that a Minister of Magic witnessed the return of the master."

At this time, Fudge finally reacted and screamed: "Moody, are you crazy? I will put you in Azkaban. You dare to use the killing curse on the Minister of Magic!"

"This is a conspiracy of rebellion. I will lock you up for life!"

"Shut up, you fat pig!" Barty shouted, and several spells were shot out in succession. Light kept shining from Fudge's body, turning into a solid barrier to block spells for him.

How could he not have the protective props purchased by the Ministry of Magic?

Not only do they have them, but they are all of the best quality and in the largest quantity.

But no matter how many protective gears there are, they cannot carry a Minister of Magic who has been pampered for many years.

Fudge hurriedly fought back, chanting spells that he didn't even know what they were.

None of them flew towards Moody.

Soon, the protective gears were exhausted, and Fudge was hit by a Cruciatus Curse, lying on the ground screaming in pain.

Little Barty ignored him and took him to Voldemort.

"Master, what do you think I brought?" He happily showed his achievements:

"Cornelly Fudge, the current Minister of Magic, if you kill him..."

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Voldemort spoke lazily: "Interesting, I have never killed the Minister of Magic before. Well done, Barty, throw him aside."

"Wait until I kill Harry, and then give Dumbledore a big gift."

Little Barty kicked Fudge aside and conjured up a rope to tie him up. (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

"You, who are you?"

Listening to the conversation between the two, Fudge was completely confused. He saw Harry tied to the tombstone and shouted, "Harry, tell me what happened!"

Harry was completely desperate, "Voldemort has resurrected, where is Dumbledore?"

"I don't know!" Fudge screamed loudly: "Send me back to the Ministry! How could Voldemort be resurrected? You must be lying to me, right? Moody, let me go, I won't hold you responsible, none of this happened!"

Harry couldn't listen any more: "Minister, didn't you hear Voldemort call him Barty?"

"Barty, Barty Crouch?"

"I knew he was still coveting my position, damn Crouch, you actually..."

"Crucio!"

The voice stopped abruptly, replaced by Fudge's shrill wail, twisting his fat body in pain.

At this moment, the effect of the Polyjuice Potion disappeared, the prosthetic leg and the magic eye fell off, and he turned into a pale man in his thirties.

"Fudge, take a closer look, who am I?" Barty grabbed Fudge's head and forced him to look at him.

"Barty Crouch?" Looking at the face that was 70% similar to old Crouch when he was young, Fudge quickly thought of something and said weakly: "Aren't you dead?"

"It was the great master who saved me and gave me a new life!"

"Fudge, enjoy the last moments of your life."[]

Seeing that Peter Pettigrew was ready, Barty was too lazy to say more to him, and came to Fudi and begged humbly: "Master, please use my flesh and blood..."

"No, I still need your Power. "Voldemort refused mercilessly and said indifferently: "Wormtail is weaker than you and not as loyal as you, but using his flesh and blood is enough."

"You are more useful."

Peter Pettigrew trembled, and under the cold gaze of Barty Jr., he first threw the baby into the crucible, and then raised his wand:

"Father's bones, donated unintentionally, can make your son reborn!"

A small wisp of dust responded to Wormtail's call, flew out of the grave, and gently fell into the crucible, and the liquid turned blue.

He took out a dagger from his cloak again, sobbing: "Servant's flesh, voluntarily donated, can make your master reborn."

He stretched out his right hand, held the dagger in his left hand and swung it down fiercely.

The shrill scream resounded through the night sky, Harry suddenly closed his eyes, heard something fall into the crucible, and the blue light instantly turned red.

He had a bad feeling in his heart. Peter Pettigrew's breathing was getting closer and closer, and he was already beside him.

"The blood of your enemies... forced to give, can revive your enemies!"

Harry finally knew why he was brought here. He struggled desperately, but the dagger had already pierced his arm. The blood flowed down his robe and was collected in a glass bottle. Finally, Wormtail poured it into the crucible.

A white steam rose up, and then Fudge and Harry were shocked.Horrified, he watched a figure slowly rise from the dry land, tall and thin.

But when the figure was halfway magical, Harry heard a scream.

"Blood, flesh, bones, I, Voldemort, am back..."

"It's over." Harry felt cold in his heart.

"It's over." Fudge almost fainted.

The figure rose higher and higher, and the suppressed magic power could break out of the body at any time.

Just at this moment, three different voices, from far to near, exuding a chilling murderous intent, sounded in the ears of Harry and Fudge.

"Avada Kedavra spoon!".