Hogwarts wizard

At this moment, the liquid spurted out and was absorbed by Voldemort together with the pot, from which Voldemort was reborn...

"long time no see!"

Jellal's voice rang out.

When Voldemort heard this voice, he didn't know why, but his heart trembled.

Jellal pointed his wand at Harry, and in just a moment, Harry broke away from the statue.

"Jeral, go back to the trophy!"

Harry coughed violently. Voldemort was reborn. His power was not as strong as when he was completely victorious, but Jellal and Harry may not be his opponents.

Jellal waved his hand, "Harry, this is our old friend. When an old friend appears, we still have to say hello!"

At this time Voldemort raised his wand.

"Want to summon other Death Eaters?" Jellal said with a smile in his eyes. At this time, he was like a demon from the abyss.

"Although that will let me know the list of those Death Eaters, it will also bring me absolute danger."

"So when I arrived at this cemetery, I used magic to seal it off."

As time goes by, Jellal's magic becomes stronger and stronger. To him, this is just a small space, so it is naturally not difficult for him.

Harry was also a little surprised, he didn't expect Jellal's ability to be so strong.

"By the way, I need to deal with you first, so that I don't have another chance to do bad things!"

When Jellal said this, he pointed his wand directly at Peter Pettigrew.

"Master, save me, I am your Wormtail..."

Voldemort wanted to save him, but Harry stopped him.

"Why do you think he resurrected you? Is it because of loyalty? Maybe it's just because of timidity. This should be what you are thinking too!"

Jellal looked at Voldemort. Harry didn't know why, but when he looked at Jellal, he always felt like he was looking at another person.

Voldemort did not expect that Jellal would say such words, and these words were indeed what he was thinking.

Peter Pettigrew's body was extremely distorted, and slowly turned into the mouse again, seemingly trapped in a small space, scurrying around.

But there is no way to escape.

"Jeral! Don't forget why they call me the Dark Lord."

Voldemort raised his wand, his hand trembling a little. Jellal's calmness made him unclear about what kind of magic he would use next and how Jellal would respond.

At this moment, Jellal laughed, as if he felt that Voldemort was very ignorant.

"The Unforgivable Curse?"

Jellal looked at him and said the magic spell that he was proud of.

"In addition to Harry, another person also escaped from Avada Kedavra. Your Unforgivable Curse is not unbreakable, is it?"

When he said this, Jellal grabbed his hair a few times, as if such an environment made him feel bad.

"What's more, you probably don't even have one-tenth of your magic power now."

At this point, Jellal waved his wand, and Wormtail seemed to be cut off by an invisible knife. His head and body were separated instantly.

At that time, Voldemort only felt that the blood pressure was really rushing straight to his forehead, if he really was still bleeding at this time.

This was the first time that someone had directly dealt with his subordinates in front of him. Although he himself could not regard them as human beings, other people's actions would anger him.

He looked at Jellal and flicked his wand, "Avada Kedavra!"

"careful!"

Harry felt his head hurt again. After all, this curse was a shadow of his childhood.

He wanted to come up and help, but he could only cover his head at this time.

A red magic stone appeared in front of Jellal, and all of Voldemort's magical power was sucked into it.

"Magic stone!"

Voldemort was heartbroken, the magic stone he had dreamed of was right in front of him, but he couldn't believe it, because in his impression, this magic stone had no ability to absorb other people's spells.

Of course there is no magic stone, but Jellal's magic pattern does. The most important thing is that the magic pattern can absorb magic, but magic requires an object to store it, and the magic stone is this object.

"Harry, go back to the trophy!"

Seeing Harry walking towards the trophy, Jellal also stepped back. Voldemort was imprisoned by him with space magic, but the time he could be imprisoned was very limited. What he had to do now was to return to Hogwarts with Harry. !

"boom!"

Voldemort broke free from the constraints of space, and also destroyed Jellal's blockade of this space.

"let's go!"

Jellal and Harry grabbed the trophy and were teleported back in an instant.

"What's going on!" Dumbledore said.

Jellal was also a little panicked. He acted very calmly, but facing Voldemort, it really was not easy.

"He, he is back!"

Harry grabbed Dumbledore's hand, "He's back!"

"Harry, relax..."

Professor Moody said, he said to Dumbledore and others, "I will take Harry to enlighten him. Dean Dumbledore, you can first understand the situation with Jellal."

Jellal's eyes narrowed as he looked at Harry being taken away.

"Okay, let's go back first!"

At this time, Qiu and Cedric were standing together. Cedric patted her hand and walked up to Jellal.

"Thank you."

If it hadn't been for Jellal at that time, it was very likely that he would have met Voldemort. If it had been him, he would have died directly.

"You're welcome, you are also very capable! You should be very happy now."

After Jellal finished speaking, he glanced at Qiu next to him. Qiu had a smile on his face. Although Cedric did not win the championship, his strength was recognized by everyone.

"Gerald!"

Hermione only kept Jellal. When she heard Harry say that the man was back, she felt very scared. She was afraid that she would never see Jellal again.

"I think you are also very happy..."

Cedric joked.

Jellal felt a little embarrassed. After all, he was still a minor. Which luck are you talking about?

"By the way, I still have something to do. Hermione, go back with Ron first, and I'll go find Dean Dumbledore!"

Only at this moment did Jellal figure out everything. There was something wrong with Professor Moody!

Or it should be said that there is something wrong with Professor Moody now. Professor Moody initially asked Jellal to protect Harry, but now he always seems to be thinking of ways to separate him and Harry.

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Professor Moody's Office.

"Harry, sit down." Professor Moody closed the door and motioned for Harry to sit down.

"No, Professor Moody."

At this moment, Professor Moody laughed, "Haha, you belong to me now..."

Seeing his crazy state at this time, Harry was a little confused.

"Professor Moody, what's wrong with you?"

He was a little scared, feeling like he had just stepped out of a tiger's mouth and into a wolf's den.

"Harry, do you think you can participate in the Goblet of Fire Triwizard Tournament without me? Do you think Cedric would tell you how to open the golden egg if it weren't for me? Do you think that guy Neville would know how to use the gill pouches?" Grass? And Snape's gilly grass, if he wasn't afraid of him discovering it,

His private collection is really rich..."

"It's just you and me now. I just need to take you back and hand you over to the master..."

After he finished speaking, he pointed his wand at Harry, and he restrained Harry in the chair.

"You are not Professor Moody."

Harry's tone was filled with certainty. There was nothing he still didn't understand! Jellal had told him before that someone might have used Polyjuice Potion.

Just when he was about to take action, Dumbledore and others broke in.

Due to the aging problem of Polyjuice Potion, he had returned to his original appearance at this time.

"Barty Crouch?" Dumbledore looked at him and understood. Harry had previously said in the pensieve that he dreamed of Wormtail, Voldemort and someone else, and that person was Barty.

"So you killed Old Barty?"

Dumbledore found it incredible that that was his father.

"That idiot personally imprisoned me in Azkaban back then. If it hadn't been for that person, I would still be in that dark prison..."

"The master has returned, and my mission is completed!"

After he finished speaking, he laughed, "It's just a pity that I couldn't kill Harry. If I killed him, the master should reward me well..."

Owner? that person?

"So the one who let you out is not your master, who is that person!" Jellal asked.

Everyone also had some questions.

"You won't know that that person can keep pace with the master..."

Little Barty seemed to be talking to himself, but did not answer Jellal's words. No matter how they asked, he stopped talking.

"Now do you know who stole your medicine?" Dumbledore looked at Snape.

Snape's wand was pointed at little Barty. He didn't know what he was thinking. He always thought of his father when he saw Harry. In fact, when Harry said that he didn't steal it, he already believed it.

"Where is Professor Moody?" Snape asked.

Little Barty seemed to have not heard their words and just remained silent.

It was then that Dumbledore noticed a box next to them.

He quickly opened it with magic, and the box was opened layer by layer, revealing a cellar.

Professor Moody was inside at this time, and his prosthetic eyes and legs had been removed.

"Alastor, you have suffered." Dumbledore said. In the final analysis, this matter was due to his negligence. During this period of time, he did not notice the problem at all.

"So, Dean Dumbledore, do you still want to send him to Azkaban?"

After so long, from Sirius Black to Peter Pettigrew and now Barty Crouch.

Jellal always felt in his heart that Azkaban was not so trustworthy. Perhaps there were some unknown people or things in it that made the whole situation develop in a bad direction.

"This matter still needs to be left to the Ministry of Magic to resolve."

Dumbledore also knew that the current Ministry of Magic was actually very divided internally, and sometimes they wanted different results.

Moreover, there are still some people who may be Voldemort's Death Eaters, but they cannot be found out for a while.

Jellal felt a little guilty about this matter, but if Voldemort had been allowed to summon the Dark Mark and summon his Death Eaters, it might not have been so easy.

Jellal took out his wand and gestured at little Barty a few times, and little Barty screamed in pain.

In just a moment, blood oozed from his wrists and ankles.

Snape looked at the scene in front of him and nodded to Jellal, "This is how you should treat your enemies. Don't give them any chance to come back."

Dean Dumbledore didn't say anything. He knew that what Jellal did was not wrong, but in his opinion, such behavior was a bit cruel.

Harry also turned his head. In essence, he was very kind.

"Harry, sometimes kindness comes from people and things, just like Peter Pettigrew..."

Of course Harry knew what he wanted to say.

He nodded, "I see."

"But this..."

Harry rolled up his sleeves. The thing on his arm looked like a Death Eater mark...

Dumbledore glanced at it, not knowing what to say.

"Harry, this is nothing. It's just a symbol and has no representative meaning. As long as you don't have those evil thoughts in your heart, it won't affect you!"

Snape said, to be honest it wasn't anything important.

Some people have also said that Death Eaters will remain Death Eaters for life, but is this really the case?

On the way back, Harry had been feeling gloomy, and Jellal naturally understood that he was in a state of confusion.

When Voldemort returned, Harry, as they said he was the only survivor, naturally had the greatest impact on him.

"Harry, Harry..."

"Huh? What's wrong?" Harry was a little distracted.

"You have been like this since you came back from Voldemort's father's grave. I think if you have any questions, you can raise them and we can solve them together."

Jellal felt that Harry was a person who particularly liked to get into trouble. If he thought about this problem himself, he might get it wrong.

"I want to find Voldemort to avenge my parents." Harry said.

"But you know very well that you can't deal with him..."

This question is easy to think of, at least Jellal understands it.

"It's really heartbreaking for you to say that."

"By the way, you are not afraid of Avada Kedavra at all!" Only then did Harry remember that this was something that surprised him!

From birth to now, what he has heard most is that he is the only one who survived Avada Kedavra, but what Jellal has done now has subverted his cognition.

Not only did it subvert his cognition, even Voldemort was a little dumbfounded. That was his own curse to become famous!

"This is just an idea, and there is no way to popularize it yet."

Every time Jellal said that this was an idea, he actually meant that he could use this magic pattern, but he didn't know how to use it on other people.

"I think your idea may be of great use one day..."

Harry said. The two of them talked a lot along the way. What Harry heard most from Jellal was the words "let nature take its course."