[Comprehensive HP] In the name of darkness

Horcrux, the word that everyone has heard the most during this time.

"Harry, you're taking too much risk."

Adventure, the word Harry heard the most.

"It's not all," Harry appeared, rubbing his head, "we have put away all the relevant books, and the newspapers have exaggerated some influence, and if Voldemort's resurrection is unsuccessful, there will be fewer people who want to try .”

"Besides, the Unforgivable Curse is under the supervision of the Ministry of Magic, isn't it, Minister?"

In the Chamber of Secrets, Harry looked at Fudge, who finally showed up but came to question the teacher, "I believe our Auror level."

"But now, the impact has been great, and some people have even started to sell containers that can be used as Horcruxes on the market." Fudge looked at Harry with disapproval on his face.

"Ah, I forgot to say, those are all mine." Harry squinted and smiled, "If anyone really tries, that little thing will call the police."

"How much trouble you have caused us!" Fudge was furious, not to mention that he was not prepared to be well controlled today.

"How much trouble have I saved you over the years." Harry raised his eyebrows, his freshly washed messy hair was still damp, his tight calves were exposed under the bathrobe, his bare feet stepped on the wool carpet, and the opposite side Fudge's upright look was the exact opposite.

"It's time for you to work harder." Harry smiled, "Otherwise you'll be manipulated again. Isn't it?"

"Why didn't I work hard." Fudge's face turned pale. "In short, we won't play around with you this time. The Ministry of Magic has to think about the stability of the magic world."

"You mean, you want to refute that Voldemort has Horcruxes? Or refute that Voldemort will be resurrected?" Harry smiled. "Our agreement at the time was not to recognize that he was still alive, but not to deny that he would be resurrected."

"Harry Potter, you'd better not play these games with me. Let me tell you, you have gone too far this time." Fudge stood up angrily and said to Harry, "I hope you are right. resolve this matter, and our cooperation will come to an end."

"Oh?" Harry raised his eyebrows, "Hasn't the cooperation between us already stopped?"

"You, you don't want any more protection from the Ministry of Magic!" Fudge threatened. Most of Harry's shady business deals were related to their interests, but now, he had to leave this Potter. "Also, before you are a minor, you need to record traces again."

"Do you think that two months without magic will affect me?" Harry chuckled; "Mr. Fudge, isn't it too naive to use this?"

"If you don't want to, you have to control the impact of the incident." Fudge raised his head triumphantly, as if he had won some kind of victory.

Harry tilted his head, "It's ridiculous." After speaking, Harry got up and walked towards the door without hesitation, but was stopped by Fudge.

"Zong Si, or control the situation, you have to choose one."

Harry smiled, waved his hand, and a door opening appeared in the wall next to him, "Tell Grindelwald, if you have the ability, you can do it yourself."

Make trouble for him.Harry pouted, opened the door and went back to the dormitory.

"You're wearing this to meet Fudge?" Draco looked at Harry, "It's too informal."

"Who told him to come here at this time." Harry shook his head and reached out to untie the strap of his bathrobe.Seeing Draco turn his head suddenly, he said helplessly, "I'm wearing underwear."

"Who likes to watch you." Draco curled his lips, "Dumbledore seems to have saved a lot during this time, they didn't take you with them yesterday."

"I'm afraid I'll get hurt." Harry sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Draco, "What? Worried that they will go to Voldemort early?"

"Afraid of you, hurt?" Draco raised his eyebrows, looked at the proud Harry, and stuck a pillow on it.

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"Are you ready? It's time, audience friends. In this tense moment, our warriors still showed bravery and courage to carry out our third event." Bagman's voice seemed a little dry , there was no such response as before, only his voice was heard in the entire arena.

Harry looked at the professors around him, smiled and said, "If it wasn't me who won the trophy, the invisibility cloak would be put on the champion immediately, and I'll let Ige take me there."

"Harry, be careful." Remus warned, but everyone knew that the possibility of Harry getting the trophy was too great.

In the Gryffindor stands, the Weasley brothers held Neville one by one to prevent him from wanting to donate blood again.

"You guys, don't worry." Neville was discouraged, "That's what I said."

"Yesterday I saw you with a knife in your hand."

"I was chopping herbs."

"The herbs are your fingers?"

"%...:"

"A good boy is not allowed to speak foul language."

In the maze, Harry looked at the three-meter-high shrub wall, and took out the map he had drawn before the wall was fully grown.He prefers to be direct rather than turning back and forth.

"Corrosion." Harry's wand glowed ominously green, piercing all the way to the trophy.

The next second, Harry flew into the air, flew over the corroded circles, looked at the trophy in front of him, it seemed a bit easy.

"Really?" A translucent soul appeared beside Harry, looking at him with folded arms.

"Tom." Harry stared, and then turned into a knowing expression, "How did you come here, and you were able to leave for so long?"

"Yes." Tom looked at Harry seriously: "You keep it secret for me, and I will accompany you to meet the main soul."

"Then you were swallowed by him?" Harry raised his eyebrows, "Who said this method was disgusting?"

"It's just nourishment." Tom looked at Harry, "Anyway, you take me there."

"What's your attitude?"

"You tell me about your attitude? Don't forget who raised you!"

"If you mention this again, I will kill you right now."

"The trophy is coming."

"You soul can cast spells!" Harry was taken away by the Portkey, and at the same time shattered the alarm he had set.

"This place is really familiar." Harry looked around and coughed twice, "Sure enough, I knew that there would be no more suitable place than here in the end."

"It's a pity that your decorations are all on my poor Muggle father's grave." Voldemort was wearing a black robe, and the person standing beside him was Karkaroff.

"You're not bad, you brought a traitor with you, isn't there anyone else?" Harry chuckled lightly, stood up and said, "What about the person who helped you put the trophy, why didn't he come?"

"No, he's not needed here." Voldemort floated up from his seat, and behind Harry, some broken stones took human form, "Because, I think you will be more familiar with these methods."

Harry's arms were bound by stone rings, and he couldn't break free for a while. At the same time, stone rings appeared on his feet, waist, and even his forehead.

"Ha, I always thought that you weren't interested in the witchcraft there." Harry exerted force on his arms, but in exchange for a tighter grip, he could only relax.

"I remember you were very willing to use those puppets, so you don't dislike them too much." Voldemort looked at Harry. "Now, our savior should know where the potion is brewed, right?"

"Actually, I sort of forgot after all these years, oh, it hurts." The stone ring tightened, and Harry felt like his head was going to shatter. "But I doubt if Igor's level is as good as mine."

"Well, you go and have a look, and you'll know." Voldemort looked very amused, he was always so sure.

"Okay, then, will this one follow me?" Harry tried to move his hands and feet, and found that there was a life-absorbing charm on the stone, "Oh, it's still obedient."

"Igor, come here with the ingredients, I don't want you to touch that precious potion again."

Harry's voice was very relaxed, as if he had been serving Voldemort all along.Karkaroff looked at Voldemort, hoping to get some support, but only followed him coldly.

Walking into the room, Harry looked at the things from five years ago, took a deep breath, "Igor, wouldn't it be more convenient if I erased the marks for you?"

"What, what?" Karkaroff came in with a bone and a sharp knife, looked at Harry, and he just gave up?Are you the victim?

"I said, let me erase the mark for you." Harry narrowed his eyes, "Come here." Fascinated, Harry looked at Karkaroff with a confused face. Fortunately, this man was frightened and stupid.

"Here, give me your arm." Harry flicked his wrist and touched Karkaroff's left arm. He wanted to tell Johnny the location before erasing the mark.

The spell flashed, and the bones and severed hand fell into the potion cauldron together. Harry watched his hand involuntarily cut his arm, and the stone puppet controlled him to drip blood into the potion.

"Ah—" Harry's resistance was exchanged for imprisonment, and his whole body was controlled by the stone puppet, only one face was exposed.

Voldemort floated up under the black robe, looked at the pot of red potion, and threw it into it.

"If you don't come out, you will be seen." Harry looked at Karkaroff who fell to the ground and the potion that was tumbling in front of him.Tom floated out and looked at the things on Harry, "This is pretty easy to use, why can't you break free?"

"There are more than 1000 wraiths here, how do you break free." Harry stared, "What are you doing here?"

"Uh, the main function is to tell them where you are." Tom shrugged. "But this is a foreign country, so they may come later."

"It's useless." Harry heard Johnny's voice, and watched as the kid tapped on the stone puppet, and the runes on the stone disappeared instantly, turning black and shattering.

"One thing beats one thing." Harry fell to the ground, and the absorption of the stone puppet just now still affected him.Johnny helped Harry up and pointed to little Barty behind him.Harry nodded, and called the little Crouch who already thought he was Moody, "You, it's Barty Jr."

"No, I'm Alastor Moody." Little Crouch's eyes had an abnormal light.Harry smiled: "For the time being, you will be Crouch Jr."

At this time, the compound decoction had expired, and Harry was so seductive that he saw the eyes that once belonged to little Crouch.

"Very good. Go to your master." Harry smiled, "I said I was going to run away, but you knocked me out."

"Yes, look, my master." Little Crouch stumbled into the room, while Johnny looked at Harry and the soul body that had just floated out.

"Harry, they haven't come here yet." Johnny walked to Harry's side. Hasn't Harry been preparing for this scene for a long time?

"Don't worry." Harry turned to look at the worried Tom, "I suggest that you find something to possess yourself now, or you will be affected later."