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Chapter 302 The End Begins The End (Part [-])
It went smoothly, beyond imagination.

But Harry felt faintly uneasy in his heart.

From the time he started to the present, he has not encountered a second person, nor have he encountered those monsters.

It went very smoothly to the present and came to the front of the trophy.

But at this moment, Harry hesitated.

It went so smoothly, so smoothly that it was hard to believe that this could not be a coincidence.

But how could there be such a coincidence?

"So, is this trophy the last resort against me?"

"what is it then?"

"There is a powerful spell on it or."

Harry pondered, his eyes clouded.

If it were someone else, the moment of seeing the trophy should be a great joy.

After all, along the way, winning the trophy means winning the game, becoming the champion in the Triwizard Tournament, and becoming the person that attracts the most attention.

But Harry hadn't forgotten.

He didn't take the initiative to participate in the Triwizard Tournament.

Someone put his name into the Goblet of Fire, forcing him to become a warrior and participate in this game.

"huhuhuhu"

"huhuhuhu"

While Harry was still hesitating whether to pick up the trophy.

There was a loud noise behind him.

Standing in front of the trophy, he could even feel the gust of wind.

There was a wry smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Don't even give me time to think, it's really urgent."

Talking to himself, Harry's slightly narrowed eyes flashed with determination.

"Then let me see what your purpose is."

Now that he has made up his mind, Harry will not hesitate anymore.

He reached out and grabbed the trophy.

At the same time, the magic on the trophy was triggered, and Harry disappeared in place.

Tom in the maze opened his eyes suddenly.

"here we go."

When Harry came to his senses, he was standing in front of some tombstone with the trophy dropped beside it.

A sharp pain erupted from the lightning scar on his forehead.

Fortunately, he can bear it.

The surroundings are gloomy, as if a darkness is entrenched here, bringing ominousness to this land.

Harry looked up, looking around.

He is very familiar with this place, he has seen it more than once in his dreams.

"Except your weapons."

A red light suddenly appeared, and the wand in Harry's hand came out.

The sudden change brought Harry back to his senses quickly.

He didn't draw his gun, he was still waiting.

"Long time no see, Harry."

A humble and cowardly voice appeared in Harry's ears, and he could still feel the guy's excitement if he listened carefully.

Taking a deep breath, Harry tried his best to suppress his anger.

"Peter Pettigrew, so it's you."

"And... Voldemort."

Harry couldn't tell how he felt right now.

Fortunately, Peter Pettigrew did not die, and was excited that he could kill this bastard himself to avenge his dead parents.

"Of course I am, Harry."

"And, my great master."

Speaking of master, Harry noticed that Pettigrew Peter's body trembled violently for a while.

"Oh, really?"

"So what are you going to do now?"

Harry was ready to draw his gun and fire a magic bullet at Peter Pettigrew.

But now he wants to see what Peter Pettigrew is going to do.

Whether he will meet that person, and whether he can complete his revenge today.

This is what he wants to know.

Therefore, he did nothing, but waited patiently.

"Of course it is to resurrect my great master."

Peter Pettigrew violently waved the wand in his hand, Harry's body flew up involuntarily, and then the statue of Death holding a sickle behind him imprisoned him.

Harry didn't resist, just looked at him blankly, as if he was frightened.

"Shut up, you've already wasted too much time."

"Yes, yes, I understand, great master."

A hoarse sound like a snake and a scorpion suddenly appeared, and Peter Pettigrew's body trembled even more.

But he still endured the fear in his heart and began to cast magic.

And Harry also looked at the tiny baby that Peter Pettigrew had been holding.

No... To be precise, he should be called... Voldemort.

And Harry looked at him with unforgettable hatred.

He will never forget who was the one who killed his parents.

"Voldemort."

He whispered softly, eyes a little blurred.

At this point, he still doesn't know what Pettigrew Peter is planning to do.

Resurrect Voldemort!
If he wanted to, he could completely resist the magic power on him at this moment.

You can also take out the gun and shoot Peter Pettigrew a few times.

But Harry did nothing.

Hatred made him wait quietly.

Is there anything more exciting than taking revenge with your own hands and killing your enemies with your own hands?
That is, his enemy is about to be resurrected, and then he has a chance to kill him.

Resurrect once, kill once.

Plus, the man who betrayed his parents was also here.

Harry couldn't wait to get revenge.

Even if there is a disparity in strength between myself and Voldemort, that doesn't stop me from trying once.

Anyway
You can't go away by yourself, can you?
Since you can't leave, you have to think about what to do to let yourself complete your revenge.

Only then can he personally kill the enemy who is about to be resurrected.

Peter Pettigrew walked to the cauldron, hugged the weak Voldemort, and threw him into the cauldron.

At that moment, the potion in the cauldron began to boil hot.

I don't know what it feels like to be boiled.

Pettigrew whispered spells and waved his wand.

"Father's bones, donated unintentionally, can regenerate your son."

He took out a white bone from the cemetery and threw it into the cauldron. The pitch-black soup was boiling because of the high temperature.

But none of the people present cared about the color of the potion in the pot.

"Your servant's flesh, donated voluntarily, can regenerate your master."

Speaking of this sentence, Pettigrew Peter showed hesitation for the first time.

Because what he was going to do next was to cut off a piece of flesh from his body.

Cut off a piece of palm to serve as one of the ingredients for this potion.

But soon, he thought that Voldemort, who was about to be resurrected and returned, would definitely help him regenerate his severed limbs.

So, what else do you need to worry about?

No more hesitation, Peter Pettigrew was very courageous at the moment, he directly took the dagger and cut off his palm completely.

Fall into the pot along the way.

After finishing this step, Peter Pettigrew looked at Harry and read slowly.

The blood of your enemies, compelled to sacrifice, may resurrect your enemies.

While saying this, he also came in front of Harry. The dagger cut a part of Harry's skin and let the blood stick to it, and then threw the dagger into the pot.

Throughout the whole process, Harry stared at Peter Pettigrew and the pot.

"Now is the beginning of the resurrection of my great master."

Pettigrew Peter didn't know when he got up, and he was half kneeling on the ground.

And that hoarse, snake-like voice appeared again, with some joy.

"I am back!"

(End of this chapter)