The Lonely Dragon of Hogwarts

The central area of ​​the maze.

Crouch hummed a tune and walked towards the sparkling trophy at a relaxed pace.

As he walked, his figure and appearance also twisted and deformed.

Until he walked to the trophy.

He has transformed from a slightly bald middle-aged man into a young man who is somewhat similar to Barty Crouch Sr.

The trophy was caught in his hand.

The next moment, with a sudden spin, he was transported to an overgrown cemetery.

The surrounding area is very deserted.

Looking around, I could see the dark outline of a small church behind a tall yew tree on the right.

On the left is a hill, and there is an exquisite old house on the hillside.

And between the tombs, there was a figure walking towards him step by step.

The other person was wearing a hood and couldn't see his face clearly.

But judging from his careful posture, the other party should be holding something very important.

"Owner!"

He shouted excitedly and rushed towards the figure, waving the bottle containing Harry's blood as he ran.

The figure was startled and almost instinctively wanted to run away.

But a big python behind him wrapped around his feet and stopped him.

"Little Barty, my most loyal servant, have you brought the boy?"

A hoarse voice sounded from the swaddle.

Hearing this, Barty Crouch Jr. knelt down and said with choked sobs:

"Master! Please forgive me, I failed to completely complete the task you assigned and capture Harry Potter alive! But I got his blood!"

The voice in the swaddling clothes was silent for a few seconds, and then asked again:

"why?"

"It's Michael," Barty Jr. said. "He said there was a change of plans..."

"Owner!"

The figure holding the baby whispered, "Michael changed your plan without authorization! This is a great disrespect to you, kill him! You must kill him!"

"Shut up, Wormtail! You don't understand anything!"

Barty Jr. shouted, "There's no way Michael can harm us! He has done so many things for us and is our best partner! If he said there was a change in plans, something must have happened!

We all know that Hogwarts is full of Aurors these days!Maybe they have discovered us!Michael...poor Michael and John, they are cutting us off..."

"Little Barty is right," the swaddled thing also said, "Even if Michael is not my servant, he is much better than you, Wormtail. At least he is willing to help me when I am down. And you? "

Wormtail couldn't answer that question.

Now he was shaking so much that he could hardly stand.

Because along with the sound of the swaddle, the python had wrapped around his body and tightened little by little.

"never mind."

The hoarse voice sounded again, "Go and prepare for the ceremony. Anyway, little Barty brought the blood back. That's enough."

Hearing this, the python let go of Wormtail.

Little Barty snatched the swaddle from Little Pettigrew's arms, stared at the thing inside with bright eyes, and kept whispering to it.

His expression was as fanatical as a fanatical believer facing his god!

Wormtail looked bitter as he pushed out a huge cauldron with difficulty and lit a fire under it.

The liquid in the crucible seemed to heat up very quickly.

Not only did the surface begin to boil, but sparks shot out, as if it were on fire.

The steam became thicker and thicker, and Wormtail's figure tending the flames became blurred.

Little Barty once again squeezed Wormtail away and gently untied the swaddling clothes in his arms.

What was inside was exposed.

It was a slimy, eyeless ugly thing.

It looks like a curled-up baby, but it seems to have scales on its body, and its skin is dark and red, like injured tender meat.

Just like a monster!

But facing it, little Barty didn't have any look of disgust on his face.

He carefully sank the monster into the crucible.

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

In the pious chanting of little Barty.

A tomb in the corner cracked open, and a small wisp of dust rose into the air at Little Barty's call and fell gently into the crucible.

The diamond-like surface of the liquid burst, hissing, sparks flying, and the liquid turned a bright red-blue color that was clearly poisonous at a glance.

"The flesh and blood of your servant, given voluntarily, can bring about the rebirth of your master!"

Barty Jr. increased his tone and volume again.

He pulled out a long, thin, shining silver dagger from his waist, and at the same time stretched out his left hand and chopped it off hard!

"Puff-"

The whole hand fell into the crucible.

Little Barty's face was pale and he was breathing heavily.

Intense pain was attacking his nerves.

But there was still a smile on his face.

He stared at the liquid surface with all his concentration, until the liquid in the crucible turned fiery red and burst into a dazzling light, then he shouted again:

"The blood of your enemies! Forced to give! It can bring your enemies back to life!"

An entire vial of Harry's blood was poured into the cauldron.

Done all this.

Little Barty collapsed to the ground as if he had exhausted all his strength.

The liquid in the crucible immediately turned dazzling white and began to boil violently.

Diamond-like sparks splashed out in all directions, so bright and dazzling that everything around them turned the color of black velvet.

Suddenly, the spark on the crucible went out.

A stream of white steam rose from the crucible, obscuring Barty Jr. and Wormtail's vision.

Little Barty reluctantly propped himself up, wanting to see more clearly.

Then, through the white fog in front of him, he saw a tall, thin man who looked like a skeleton standing up.

"Get me dressed."

said the cold, shrill voice from behind the vapor.

Wormtail shakily picked up the black robe in the package on the ground and stepped forward.

But little Barty, who had originally fallen to the ground, burst out with amazing power.

"This is my honor! Wormtail! You don't deserve it!"

He knocked Wormtail away hard, took the robe and put it on for his master.

The thin man stepped out of the crucible and looked at little Barty in front of him with a smile.

Little Barty also moved his face closer, as if eager for his master to touch him.

"You did a great job, Barty, and I will reward you. And this is only part of it."

Voldemort grabbed his severed hand and stretched out his long, pale index finger to press on the fracture.

Liquid like mercury gushes from the wound.

Along with little Barty's wailing and moaning, a brand new hand with shining metallic light grew back.

"Thank you! Thank you! My master!"

Little Barty knelt at the man's feet and choked with sobs.

"Get up, little Barty, my most loyal servant." The man said in a hoarse, sharp voice, "It's time for us to leave here."

"Leave?" Little Barty said in surprise, "Shouldn't we go back to meet Michael and John? For now, we are short of strength, and their joining can give us a lot of help..."

"Shh-"

The man made a silencing gesture, "Someone is already targeting them."

Little Barty said:

"You mean Auror? It's just Auror..."

"Yes, they are just Aurors. There is no need for us to take them seriously. But what if there are more than just Aurors in Hogwarts now?"

The man smiled evilly and said, "As far as I know, goblins have been very active recently."

Little Barty's complexion suddenly turned pale.

"But how could a goblin..."

"What's impossible?" the man interrupted, "Hunting is always a two-way street. People can hunt beasts, and beasts can hunt people in turn. As Michael is a goblin hunter, the goblins naturally want to kill him." He hunts them down.”

"I knew that they must be trying to cut us off." Barty Jr. murmured, "But in this case, we should save them even more... They are our best and most suitable partners."

The man shook his head and said:

“Little Barty, just think of it as...this is a test for them.

If they survive this attack, I will help them later.

And if they don't survive, it proves that they are not qualified to cooperate with me. "

After saying that, the man swung his robe, smiled evilly, and turned into a black smoke, wrapping the python and flying straight into the sky.

Wormtail followed tremblingly.

Seeing this, the confused look on Little Barty's face, which stayed where he was, faded away, replaced by an excited grin.

"The Dark Lord is back!"

He roared and shot a Dark Mark.

Then, under the gaze of the Dark Mark in the sky, it turned into black smoke and quickly rose into the sky, chasing Voldemort!