HP Magic Biography

It's you! Harry gasped.

While the black-robed man was tying him up, Harry recognized the man who had tried to kill Cedric with a spell in a hasty hold.

Barty Crouch II! Shouldn't you be dead! Harry shouted angrily.

But Barty Crouch was busy tying him up, and he didn't say a word, busy checking that the rope was tight.

His fingers trembled, touching some knots in the rope.

Fan Lin frowned. He hid behind the tombstone, so he could naturally see Barty Crouch's performance.

This is not a fool like Peter Pettigrew, Barty Crouch Jr.'s face is full of excitement, his god is coming back.

It wasn't until Barty Crouch was sure that Harry was tightly tied to the tombstone, unable to move a step, that he took out a black thing from the cloak and stuffed it into Harry's mouth.

Then, without saying a word, he turned around and ran away quickly. Harry couldn't yell anything, and couldn't see where Barty Crouch Jr. was running.

…He couldn't turn his head to look behind the tombstone, he could only see what was directly in front of him. Cedric has been taken away by that vampire, no accident, Cedric...

In his place, the trophy of the Three Witches Tournament was shining under the stars.

Harry's wand was on the grass near his feet.

The pile of laundry that Harry had thought was the baby was also nearby, at the foot of the tombstone. The pile seemed to vibrate irritably. Harry looked at it, his wound throbbing again...he realized suddenly that he didn't want to see the contents of that pile of laundry...he didn't want to see the bag opened.

He could hear the sound of his feet. He looked down. ...a giant snake was swimming among the grass. Swimming around the tombstone Harry was strapped to.

Barty Crouch Jr.'s rapid panting sounded again. It sounded like he was pushing something heavy across the grass.

In a moment he was in Harry's field of vision.

Now Harry could see that he was pushing a large stone boiler towards the headstone, which seemed to be full of water - Harry could tell from the sound of splashing - and the boiler It was the biggest one Harry had ever seen in his life.

It's big enough to fit a grown man in. The contents of the colored cloth on the grass stirred more violently, as if it were struggling to get out, and now Barty Crouch Jr. was busy himself with a wand at the bottom of the cauldron.

Suddenly, a flame burst out from the bottom of the pot. The big snake slid away and disappeared into the darkness. The liquid in that cauldron seemed to heat easily. Not only did bubbles bubble up from the surface of the liquid, but sparks flew in and out, as if it were on fire. The action under the cloak became more intense.

Then Harry heard the high, cold voice again: Come on! The whole surface of the pot of water was covered with sparks, and it looked as if it were studded with diamonds.

Ready, master. Barty Crouch Jr.'s voice became uncontrollably frenzied.

Aiding in the resurrection of the Dark Lord is undoubtedly a great honor.

Now... the cold voice sounded.

Barty Crouch Jr. walked over respectfully, and then opened the bag of clothes on the grass, revealing the contents inside. Harry let out a cry - unfortunately choked by the mass in his mouth.

It's like Barty Crouch Jr. takes out a rock and reveals something that's ugly, mean, stupid but worse, and a hundred times worse.

The thing had the form of a human child on its knees.

But Harry had never seen anything so unchildlike - it had no hair and had scales on its surface. Its back is bare, black and red. Its arms and legs were thin and frail, and its face--no child has such a face--was flat, snake-headed, and had twinkling red eyes.

The little thing looked so helpless, it raised its tiny arms,

Wrap around Barty Crouch Jr.'s neck.

Barty Crouch Jr. picked it up.

Just then, its hood fell back, and as he carried the little thing to the edge of the cauldron, by the light of the fire, Harry saw the disgusted, thin, pale face of Barty Crouch Jr. expression.

A moment later Harry saw the little thing's wickedly flat face smoldering in the sparks dancing and flickering on the water.

Then Barty Crouch Jr. put the little thing in the pot. There was a hissing sound in the distance, and then the thing disappeared from the water.

Of course, Harry wasn't the only one who was shocked. Fan Lin was also shocked. He was shocked by Voldemort's current appearance.

Snake-like body.

It seems that Voldemort's level of human body alchemy has reached a peak.

Fan Lin has met the ancestors of Slytherin, but none of them has achieved such a high assimilation rate as Voldemort. If he hadn't maintained his human form, Voldemort would have been like a python.

What if he took Harry away now?

Barty Crouch Jr. buried his master with his own hands. There is no doubt that the resurrection of the bones has already begun. Since Voldemort entered the boiler, all this has quietly unfolded.

Harry heard its tiny body hit the bottom of the pot softly. Drown it, Harry expected, his wound burning so hot he could barely bear it, please... drown it...

Barty Crouch Jr. was muttering something.

His voice trembled. He looked terrified, awed, to be exact, by the creature beyond intelligence.

He raised his wand, closed his eyes, inglygiven, youwillyourson. (Father's bones, give infinitely, give your son a chance to be born again!)”

Suddenly, the graveyard under Harry's feet cracked.

Horrified, Harry saw a beautiful puff of dust rise into the air under the spell of Barty Crouch Jr., and fall gently into the pot.

The diamond-like surface of the water split open. Hiss. Sparks fly. The surface of the water turned a bright, poisonous deep blue.

Now Barty Crouch Jr. started whimpering softly, and he pulled out a long, narrow, bright silver sword from under his clothes. His voice turned into a deadly weep again.

\u0026nb, willinglygiven, youwillreviveyourmaster. (The muscles of the servant, give willingly, give your master a chance to be reborn!)”

Barty Crouch Jr. held out his left hand. He gripped the silver sword tightly with his right hand, and swung it forward.

It took less than a second for Harry to realize what Barty Crouch Jr. was about to do.

—He closed his eyes tightly. But he couldn't stop the scream that pierced the night sky.

The yell went through Harry's eardrums, as if he, too, had been pierced by the silver sword.

Then he heard something fall to the ground. Hear Wintile's gasp in agony, followed by a sickening splatter.

It looked as if something had fallen into the pot. Harry couldn't help looking over...but the pot of water had turned fiery red. Its blinding light pierced Harry's eyes...

Barty Crouch Jr. panted heavily and moaned in pain.

It wasn't until Harry felt Crouch's painful breath on his face that he realized Crouch was standing directly in front of him. , forcibly taken you will resurrect your foe. (The blood of the enemy...come through conquest by force...you will...resurrect your foe...)

There was nothing Harry could do about it, he was bound too tightly... He glanced down, struggling desperately in the rope, and saw the bright short sword dangling in Crouch's hand. .

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