Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

The white mist continued to rise, and the black figure became more and more solid.

When Voldemort was immersed in joy, an inexplicable sense of crisis suddenly surged into his heart.

Then, three green fluorescent lights cut through the night sky, pierced through the black mist, and flew towards him from three different directions.

Voldemort, who was not prepared at all, was full of shock and anger on his face, but now was his most vulnerable time, even worse than a ghost, because he had to work wholeheartedly with the efficacy of the potion to create a perfect body for himself, and he couldn't move at all.

"No!"

In the roar of anger and astonishment, three spells hit him almost at the same time.

Harry and Fudge were surprised to see that the black figure began to twist and dissipate, and the roar disappeared instantly. The whole space became extremely quiet, leaving only the liquid in the crucible boiling.

The incident happened too quickly and without any signs.

When Harry was sure that Voldemort was dead, he came to his senses and went to find out who had used the killing curse.

But after looking around, he was completely dumbfounded.

Peter Pettigrew raised his wand with his only remaining left arm and pointed it at the crucible, and Barty Crouch did the same.

What was going on?

Not only was Harry confused, but even the two parties involved were extremely surprised. Barty and Peter Pettigrew looked at each other with big questions in their eyes.

Why did you want to kill him too?

No, who was the third person to attack?

Harry suddenly woke up. Three spells had just hit Voldemort. The third one was

Trample! Trample! Trample!

Clear footsteps were heard in the thick fog. Harry and "Seven-Ninety" Fudge looked up. Fudge was surprised to find that the rope that bound him had loosened and he quietly struggled to break free without leaving any trace.

"It's you?!" Little Barty frowned at the person who came.

"It seems that I underestimated you. I thought you had already escaped, Vladimir."

"I was also surprised. I didn't expect you to be on the other side, Barty."

The one who came from a distance holding a magic wand was Vladimir who had just escaped. There was also a look of surprise on his face.

Little Barty looked at him vigilantly, and suddenly shot out a silent spell, which was easily picked up by Vladimir.

"We don't seem to be enemies." Vladimir was not angry, but just walked past him and walked to Peter Pettigrew, using magic to stop his bleeding.

"Thank you for your hard work, Peter." Vladimir looked at his broken arm and sighed: "A piece of flesh and blood would be enough, why are you so cruel to yourself?"

Peter squeezed a smile on his pale face: "This way I can gain his trust."

After saying that, he blushed again:

"Master, we succeeded! We killed the mysterious man!"

Harry was confused by this complicated relationship.

Why did Vladimir want to kill Voldemort?Why did Peter disinfect Voldemort.

Why did Barty just act like a licking dog, and suddenly become a fighting wolf?

With the degree of his brain development, he can't process this information at all!

"Vladimir, why do you know Peter Pettigrew? He is a prisoner who escaped from Azkaban, don't trust him!"

Harry still asked the question he was most concerned about, and kindly reminded him.

"Thank you for your kindness, Harry." Vladimir smiled strangely: "But you are wrong."

"What's wrong?" Harry looked at him blankly.

"Peter Pettigrew did not escape from Azkaban, he was rescued by me on the way to be escorted."

What? !

Harry looked at him in shock. Just as he was about to speak, he heard a shout from the side:

"The medal is flying!"

The medal flew towards Fudge. At the critical moment, Fudge showed agility that was not for a fat man. He rolled four or five meters, then jumped up and grabbed the medal.

The swirling stream of light enveloped him, like a meteor streaking across the sky, and disappeared in an instant.

Harry stared at the sky in amazement.

This damn Minister of Magic didn't even take him with him when he escaped?

Little Barty curled his lips in disdain, not caring about Fudge's escape at all. Vladimir didn't even look at him. He suddenly felt something and looked at the crucible.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Three green lights flew out of the crucible. Vladimir blocked the ones flying towards him and Peter, but Barty Jr. was still turning his head to look at the direction where Fudge left. He didn't react at all, and the green light hit his chest.

Barty Jr.'s body fell heavily, his eyes widened, as if he didn't realize that he died so carelessly.

In the thousandth of a second between life and death, countless images suddenly emerged in his mind, rotating like a revolving lantern.

When he was young, he had excellent grades and passed O.W.L.s with twelve certificates. He was hailed as the most perfect successor to Crouch.

After graduation, because of his father's indifference, he joined the Death Eaters in anger and did all kinds of evil.

The mother was too sad and died of depression. In the end, she repented and became her father's undercover among the Death Eaters.

He also completely understood his father's good intentions, and the father and son reconciled.

But he had done too many wrong things, and even if he changed his ways, it was too late, and he was still imprisoned in Azkaban.

In order to prevent his father from escaping the punishment of the Death Eaters, he concealed his undercover identity.

More than ten years later, Voldemort revived, and he was rescued by his father again. He became a double agent and lurked in Hogwarts in the guise of Moody, just to kill Voldemort completely the moment he resurrected...

The picture stopped abruptly, and then shattered, and a more real memory emerged.

Little Barty felt a sense of enlightenment in his heart.

It turned out that everything was oneIt was a dream...

However, if it was really like this in the dream, it would be nice.

Finally, the memory in his mind was fixed on a handsome face, completely blurred.

Wayne... Lawrence...

Plop!

Little Barty Crouch was silent, his eyes fixed on the distance.

"Wormtail, where did you get the courage to betray me, a rat in the gutter? Is it this new master? When did an ambitious person appear in a bitter and cold place like Costolis?"

Voldemort's voice was sharp and cold, and a black robe flew up from the ground, covering the black figure.

The smoke in the crucible completely dissipated, and the tall and thin man stepped out of the crucible.

Harry saw the face that had often appeared in his nightmares for the past three years. It was paler than a skull, with two big red eyes and a nose as flat as a snake's. No, it was like he had no nose at all, with only two slit-like nostrils.

He didn't look at Harry, but at the trembling Wormtail and the frowning Vladimir.

Compared to his old enemy, he hated betrayal more!

Because betrayal means that someone thinks he is not the strongest, and there are stronger people who are more worthy of following, which Voldemort cannot tolerate.

Except Dumbledore, who can compare with him!

"Really cautious, are all the potions doubled?" Vladimir spoke.

The cold air was filled with murderous aura, making Harry feel the biting cold, but Vladimir analyzed calmly without any reaction.

"At the moment of death, your soul left your body, but was immediately merged by the potion. It seems that this formula is more magical than I thought."

"You are definitely not this young boy. Who are you?" (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

Voldemort stared at Vladimir and suddenly had an absurd illusion.

He was very close to the person in front of him and had a very close relationship with him.

How is it possible!

He killed his father with his own hands, his uncle also died in Azkaban, and his mother died after giving birth to him.

Is there anyone alive in the Gaunt family?

In an instant, Voldemort questioned his uniqueness, and his murderous intent surged. The wind whistled in the sky, and the thick black clouds formed a huge skull, oppressing the warriors.

Harry held his breath and concentrated. He now had no idea what he should do or what he could do.

He could only remember as much information as possible.

If I could go back alive, I would tell Dumbledore all of it.

"Before introducing myself, I want to point out that Peter Pettigrew betrayed Voldemort, but he did not betray Tom Riddle."

Vladimir took out a gem, and his body and appearance kept changing, and finally turned into a handsome tall young man.

Voldemort's scarlet eyes were full of shock, and Harry couldn't help but：

"Tom Riddle?!"

"Harry, we meet again after two years 0..."

Tom smiled at Harry, then looked at Voldemort who was too shocked to speak. []

A green light flashed, and the killing curses of both sides met in the air, emitting dazzling sparks.

Tom took two steps back. In terms of magic power, he was obviously not his opponent, but he could still hold on.

"I am you, you are me, I know exactly what you are thinking."

"Now is not the time for you to fight me to the death, Voldemort, I will find you in a month."

"If I were you, I would kill Harry immediately and run away. Master Lawrence may come at any time."

"What if he comes with Dumbledore, you will never be able to leave."

Tom raised his wand and stopped the magic bombardment. The gem in his other hand was glowing, just like Fudge just now, and the two turned into streams and disappeared.

Voldemort was helpless and furious and shot spells at the sky, but it was useless.

Why can Horcruxes become people!

He was resurrected at the age of seventeen, and there was another Tom Riddle in the world, a future Voldemort!

Why did he still call Master Lawrence? !

Voldemort roared madly, venting his anger. It was obviously a joyful thing to regain his body, but his two subordinates betrayed him at the same time, and another self popped out. Voldemort now only wanted to kill Tom, kill Peter, and kill Lawrence!

Dare to let him call him Master!

"Harry!"

Voldemort turned back suddenly, waved his wand to touch Harry's comfort, and then returned his wand.

"Savior, right? My nemesis, right?"

"I will get rid of you first, and then kill the other me. I want to prove to the world that no one in this world is my opponent!"

"Crucia!"

Harry had never experienced such torture. His bones were burning, his eyeballs were rolling wildly, and he even hoped that he would die immediately.

If he could, he would also want to curse.

If you have the guts, go and settle accounts with Wayne and Riddle just now. What's the point of torturing me!

"You have learned dueling, right, Harry Potter?" Voldemort asked softly, his red eyes flashing:

"Stand up and pick up your wand!"

"I want you to watch how I kill you! I want to see the light disappear from your eyes, just like your parents fell in front of me!"

Harry raised his head suddenly, struggled to stand up, stared at him with murderous eyes, panting:

"Then it's as you wish!"

"Very good." Voldemort 2.8 saw his stubborn eyes, not angry but happy, used magic to suppress him to bend, and bowed gracefully.

Even though his face was ugly, Voldemort's master style was evident at this moment.It was obvious.

"Let's bow to each other. Etiquette must be observed... Dumbledore must want you to be very graceful... bow like the god of death!"

Voldemort raised his wand, and so did Harry. He quickly put a layer of Shield Charm on himself without even practicing the spell.

Seeing his skillful movements, Voldemort was a little surprised: "It seems that you still have a certain qualification. You have mastered the silent spell at this age. Very good. It seems that I can torture you for a while longer."

He was very happy. At least the destined opponent was not a waste. If Harry didn't know anything, he would only feel humiliated.

Before Harry could use the second spell, he was hit by the Cruciatus Curse again.

"However, didn't Dumbledore tell you that the Shield Charm cannot defend against specific spells? Yes, his hypocritical appearance, how could you understand the dark magic? It's really pathetic." Voldemort sneered and admired Harry's distorted expression.

"Magic Flame Protection!"

The last Command Spell was activated. Harry endured the pain of the Cruciatus Curse, and the negative emotions in his heart reached the extreme.

He gathered all the strength he could use and chanted the spell at the top of his lungs.

Bang~!

Blue flames burst out, and a ferocious two-headed bird of fire condensed in the flames and roared towards Voldemort.

"Voldemort, I want you dead!"