HP Feathered Serpent Rebirth

Hogwarts Great Hall, UK:

The third game started right after this dinner.

Dinner was bigger than usual, and Harry ate more than usual.

"Senior Harry, what's wrong with you recently? Overeating..." Not only Draco and his party, but also Astoria Greengrass, who was a year younger than them, felt strange.

"It's normal to be hungry..." Harry said solemnly.

Not normal, not normal at all.

Draco and the others shook their heads.

Harry curled his lips.At this moment, Albus Dumbledore stood up from the teacher's seat, and everyone fell silent.

"Ladies and gentlemen, in five minutes I'm going to invite you all to the Quidditch pitch for the final event of the Triwizard Tournament. Now I invite the Warriors and Mr. Bagman to the field."

Harry stuffed another piece of bread into his mouth before getting up.

The Slytherins applauded him.He walked out of the auditorium with Fleur and Krum.

Snape watched Harry walk out of the auditorium, his black eyes flickered with worry - Come on, Harry.

"We'll be patrolling the outside of the maze," said Professor McGonagall. "If you're in trouble and want to be rescued, just shoot red sparks into the sky, and someone from us will come to your aid. Do you understand?"

The warriors nodded together.

"Okay, let's go!" Bagman said happily to the four patrol members.

"Good luck, Harry!" Malcolm waved to Harry.

Harry nodded, and the three of them walked away in different directions, spreading out around the maze.Balmain pointed his wand at his throat and said "loud voice", and his magically amplified voice echoed in the stands.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the last match of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin! Let me report the current score! Harry Potter—95 points, No.1, Hogwarts College!" Applause and cheers startled the birds in the Forbidden Forest into the darkening night sky, "Viktor Krum—80 points, No.2, Durmstrang College!" applause. "Fleur Delacour—No.3, Beauxbaton College."

"Now, Harry, listen to my whistle!" said Bagman. "Three—two—"

With a short whistle, Harry clenched his wand tightly and rushed into the maze——Voldemort, here I come.

After entering the maze, Harry closed his eyes and carefully recalled his walking route in his previous life-this time he had to make a quick decision.

The students outside the maze whispered, "What happened to Potter?"

"Cursed?"

"Suddenly stopped moving..."

Harry snapped his eyes open, and ran to what he thought was the right sidewalk.

Bagman's whistle blew again—Krum entered the maze.

The third whistle sounded, and all three warriors entered the maze.

Harry dodges the Wretch attack - and comes to the Sphinx.

"Tell me. How to get there." Harry clutched his stomach - there was a sudden cramping pain there.

"Answer my riddle."

"Please tell me the riddle."

……

"Spider. Spider," Harry replied.

Sphinx stepped aside, "Congratulations, you got it right."

Harry ran to the trophy in a few steps and pursed his lips.

What should come is still coming back.

after all……

This is his fate.

He reached out and grabbed the trophy.

The feeling of weightlessness that the Portkey starts is there.Harry's feet left the ground, and he flew forward amidst the howling wind and swirling colors—the target, the Riddle House.

Harry felt his feet hit the ground, and he gripped the Triwizard Cup - this time the Portkey could be activated at any time.

He drew his wand, and Harry glanced around - come out, Peter Pettigrew.

A figure walked towards them step by step among the graves.

"Long time no see, Peter Pettigrew. And... Voldemort." Harry put on a defensive posture and said coldly.

"Harry Potter..." came Voldemort's voice.

"Ah, I know my name. But thanks for the reminder - in case I'm too proud to forget after killing you." Harry bared his teeth.

"Mr. Potter... you are so smart... you should know my purpose?" Voldemort asked.

"Ah... yes." Harry said slowly, "Do you need my help? I'll talk about it after winning."

"Peter!" Voldemort raised his voice.

"Yes, Master." Peter put Voldemort on the ground and took out his wand.

Harry sneered, "Voldemort, you think too highly of your servant. He alone..."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Peter roared, throwing a bunch of spells.

Harry frowned, blocking the spell.If Peter wanted to take his own blood, there were two ways: curse and cut.But no matter which one you choose, Peter must be close to him to get it.As long as he fights far away, he can avoid Voldemort's resurrection.

Peter stopped his movements suddenly, turned around and prepared the equipment for Voldemort's resurrection.

Harry looked puzzled.

At this moment, Peter suddenly disappeared.

Harry's pupils shrank suddenly: Oops!Got it!

Peter appeared behind Harry, and Harry's large dodge just gave Peter a chance to draw blood.Peter saw the timing and stabbed Harry's elbow.

Damn... Harry cursed secretly.

Peter's scream suddenly came from behind: "Ah - what is this!"

Harry suddenly felt that he couldn't turn around, 【Hydra!Haierbo!Is it you? 】

【Cut, Haierbo took a bite of that Peter. ] Xu Dela replied.

【oh?Thank you so much. 】Harry hooked the corners of his lips, 【Let go, Haierbo. 】

Hai Erbo let go of his mouth, and Harry immediately grabbed the knife stuck in his elbow, pulled it out suddenly, and jumped several meters away.

"Master... I got it." Peter said.

"Come on," said Voldemort.

Harry watched Peter complete one process after another, and always felt something was wrong...

"Put the robe on me."

Voldemort's voice brought Harry back.

Harry stared at his enemy.

Voldemort...

Comeback.

Harry looked at Pettigrew, who was clutching his arm and crying, and thought to himself: Well... Voldemort could have repaired your arm...but it was bitten by Haibo, so that's another story.

"Master..." Peter choked up, "Master...you promised...you promised..."

"Stretch out your arm," said Voldemort lazily.

"Oh, master... thank you, master..."

He stretched out his bloody severed arm, but Voldemort sneered again: "Not this one, Peter."

"Master... Please... Please..."

Harry watched indifferently as Voldemort summoned the Death Eaters through the Dark Mark, but he was thinking about the plan he and everyone had made—Lucius Malfoy...you must come on time!

"Welcome, Death Eaters." Voldemort began his 'Return Speech'.

Harry squatted on the ground, holding his wand in one hand and propping himself up on the ground with the other.Look for Lucius Malfoy in the crowd.

"Have you learned to duel? Harry Potter." Voldemort asked softly.

Harry stood up slowly, "Ah... yes, otherwise, how could you be beaten to death by me?"

Voldemort narrowed his red eyes, "So confident... Come on, let's bow to each other, Harry Potter."

Harry bowed slightly before he could speak, and Voldemort bowed in embarrassment.

"Now—we duel."

Voldemort raised his wand and cast a Cruciatus Curse straight away.Harry jerked away and disappeared before Voldemort's eyes.

Voldemort thought he was just hiding. "We're not playing hide and seek, Potter."

"Yeah, no." Harry's voice suddenly came from behind Voldemort - learn and use, apparition, who can't.

Voldemort's snake eyes narrowed, "Have you learned to Apparate?"

Harry snorted coldly, "You don't need to worry about this matter, it's over. Disarm you!"

Lucius Malfoy, standing in the circle of Death Eaters, frowned.It seems that Harry still hasn't overcome the spell of Avada Kedavra.Otherwise, the Dark Lord must die.

Voldemort blocked Harry's spells with the Iron Armor Charm, turned around and took two steps back, "It seems that I overestimated you... Potter. You only know these spells?"

Harry gasped, Avada Kedavra... was it...

"Sorry, you were wrong." He gripped his wand tightly and held it in front of him.

"Avada Kedavra!" Harry clenched his teeth and roared.

A green light shot from his wand, and a green light shot from Voldemort's wand.

Damn... Harry gripped his wand tightly with both hands.

Voldemort's spells are naturally stronger than Harry's, but—

Voldemort suddenly fell to his knees.

"Owner!"

"Master, are you alright?"

"Master! What's wrong! Master!"

Harry's green eyes watched the scene in horror.

unimaginable……

Harry watched the green light sink into Voldemort's body, and... dead Voldemort.

why?

Or……

How can it be? !

Harry fell to the ground suddenly, and Voldemort actually knelt in front of him for no reason?And...he won?

Yeah...Peter Pettigrew cut off his own hand for Voldemort to resurrect...but that hand was bitten by Helbo...so...Voldemort was poisoned.

"Harry! Harry!" Lucius hurried out of the line, shaking the delirious Harry Potter.

"Damn..." Lucius picked up the Triwizard Cup beside him, grabbed Harry, and activated the Portkey.

Hogwarts Quidditch Stadium, England:

"..."

Everyone saw the battle just now.

Voldemort is resurrected.

dead again.

A flash of silver light flashed, and Lucius appeared in front of everyone with Harry on his back.

"Harry!" Snape strode up to Lucius and took Harry.

Snape shook him hard, "Harry! Open your eyes! Harry! Don't die..."

"Severus! Calm down, Severus!" Dumbledore hurried forward.

"Poppy, please look at Harry," said Gellert Grindelwald.

"Hmm." Madam Pomfrey nodded, walked to Snape's side, cast a few detection spells at Harry in his hand, sniffed his breath... looked at Snape hesitantly. Nepe.

"How is it? Bobby." Snape seemed to have grasped at straws.

"It's not a big deal...just..." Madam Pomfrey hesitated to speak.

"Tell me!" Snape said forcefully.

"It's just...he's pregnant," Madam Pomfrey said.

"What?!" Snape didn't look like a Slytherin at all.

"!!!" Draco and the others looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Congratulations, Severus." Madam Pomfrey patted Snape on the shoulder.

"You snot! What have you done to my godson!" Sirius Black yelled.

Snape managed to recover from the shock when he heard Sirius shout.He waved his hand provocatively.

"Anyway." Bagman said, "Hogwarts warrior Harry Potter deserved the victory of the Triwizard Tournament, and fulfilled his savior's duty——killed You-Know-Who!"

"Yeah—" deafening cheers exploded in the venue.

Snape slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, and hugged Harry tightly in his arms.

Lucius smiled, waved to his son, and patted Snape on the shoulder.

[Did you do it? 】 Xu Dela asked Hai Erbo.

【Well, if that Peter hadn't taken Harry's blood, that Voldemort might not have died so easily. ] Hai Erbo gritted his teeth.

【Alas... Thanks to you... This time Harry won't be the same as in his last life. 】 Xu Dela smiled.

[That's not... wait!What did you and Harry keep talking about in your last life! ] Hai Erbo asked.

[Hahaha, no comment. 】Hydra swam away.

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Finally... it's over.

See you soon, friends, and thank you for your support.