if i am not me

Accompanied by a muffled sound, Wormtail's hunched figure suddenly appeared on the lawn of Riddle Manor.His Apparation seemed rushed, but he was wearing a robe that was too big for him, so he staggered slightly when he landed.However, he didn't care about these small details. Seeing that the surrounding environment was very different from before, there was a look of joy and nervousness on his mouse-like face, and his hands and feet trembled slightly.

But this situation only lasted for a few seconds. After he calmed down, he hurriedly walked towards the old house.He was very fast, and within a few steps he pushed open the creaking door and walked into the dark hall.

The hall was cluttered and dusty, but Wormtail ignored it and walked straight up to a room upstairs.

"Master, I'm back." Without concealing the joy in his tone, Wormtail knelt down in front of an armchair in the room as soon as he entered the room, as if this would show his loyalty.

Voldemort didn't stay silent for too long, glanced at a corner of the room, and his tone seemed very cheerful. "Well... well done this time, Wormtail."

Wormtail trembled again with excitement at this rare compliment.But he still restrained his emotions very carefully, lowered his volume as much as possible and said, "Master, then... can we start?"

"Ah."

A simple tone made Wormtail stand up again, but instead of walking towards his master immediately, he drew out his wand and said "Lumos" before searching the floor of the room for something.

Wormtail's search didn't take long, and soon, his slightly busy figure stopped, bent down and squeezed a fleshy little thing into his hands.And one meter away from that thing, an unpretentious wooden cup was lying quietly on the ground.

A smile slipped from the corner of his mouth, and after Wormtail stuffed the little thing into his pocket, he turned around and bowed respectfully to the armchair, picking up a baby-sized thing in the chair.

Wrapped in the cloak of invisibility, Harry prostrated himself on the wet grass. Covered by low bushes, he cautiously raised his head and looked at the gloomy cemetery behind the church not far away.

A few minutes ago, he had just left the Ministry of Magic before he had time to look up the prophecy, and he intuitively apparated to this place that would never be erased from his memory no matter what - the village where the Riddle Manor was located.

The people here seem to be used to going to bed early. After dark, there are few people wandering around in the village. Only one or two barking dogs can be heard occasionally, making the village very peaceful.Harry stared blankly at the cemetery not far away, and looked up from time to time to the dark old manor on the hill not far away, but the feeling of uneasiness in his heart grew stronger.

He had been a little restless since he received the message from Drake, but after seeing the peaceful manor and cemetery at this time, the restlessness not only did not dissipate, but stagnated, making him feel a little difficult to breathe.

Coming here is purely based on intuition, after all, the memories of the past are impressive.Even though he was not sure whether his guess was correct, he also did not dare to place too much hope on the luck in his heart.

Although history hasn't changed in the general direction, Harry has always been careful when dealing with these things.He didn't think he had the ability to change anything, so he came here... he was just worried that Neville would not be able to escape due to different reasons in history.

At this moment, his pocket trembled—it was a message from Drake.

Did something happen over there?Doubt flashed across his eyes, Harry quickly and gently took out the note in his pocket, and looked at it in the faint light of the street lamp that had just been turned on in the distance.However, after finally seeing the content of the message clearly, his heart sank to the bottom.

"Neville is gone."

Chewing on the meaning of these words, Harry knew that the last sliver of luck was gone.He was well aware of Draco's character, if it hadn't been confirmed that the incident had happened, he would not have sent such a message to himself at such a critical time.

From this point of view, Neville must have come here, although they don't know what means they used.

Thinking of this, Harry bit the corner of his lip unwillingly.To be able to do so many things under the nose of others without realizing it, he is really too weak...

But even though he was unwilling, Harry calmly started sending messages to Drake.You know, time waits for no one.

"Let go of the thing you prepared."

Seeing these words gradually disappear on the paper, Harry took a deep breath, wrapped his invisibility cloak tightly, and started to move towards the graveyard.His speed is not fast, because the first thing he needs to do right now is concealment.And after 1 minute, he stopped completely, looking through the invisibility cloak complicatedly at what happened under the conspicuous marble tablet not far away.

Harry's eyesight is very good now, so he clearly saw a small figure appearing in front of the protruding marble tablet in the middle of the cemetery.

It's the expected Wormtail!It's just that the clothes on him... seem familiar.

Frowning and thinking carefully for a long time, Harry stared at the robe in a daze. After a long while, he remembered in surprise that the clothes seemed to be worn by Crouch today...

Damn it, Wormtail pretended to be Crouch!

Gritting his teeth fiercely, Harry's surprise turned into remorse in an instant—he only thought about whether Crouch would be cast with the Imperius Curse, but he didn't expect them to be so bold as to pretend to be Crouch and appear in the In front of Dumbledore, and this candidate is Wormtail, who has always been known for his timidity and cowardice...

But it was too late, Harry watched Wormtail take out a small yellow soft thing from his pocket and threw it on the ground, then pulled out his wand and muttered a spell.And with the ups and downs of the spell, the soft little thing began to expand little by little, and the change didn't stop until it completely turned into a person.

Looking at the boy who was still lying on the ground and sleeping soundly after the change, Harry thought about what happened today, and a flash of clarity came to his mind.

Klum, Barty Crouch, Neville...

After figuring out some ins and outs, he couldn't help feeling that little Crouch's wisdom was really extraordinary.Even after living under his father's Imperius Curse for several years, his wisdom still did not disappear, let alone to the point where he repeatedly warned.In this regard, Harry couldn't help but admire Voldemort's good luck. The first subordinate he found after returning was such a "loyal" guy.

Fortunately, he prepared a move in the end, otherwise, they would have lost miserably.

Just as he was thinking, a huge stone crucible had been erected, with a blazing fire below it.And Neville was also tied to the marble tablet, Wormtail cast a spell on him, and then slapped him hard in the face-this was to wake him up, because the blood required for the ceremony required The blood supplier is awake.

The crucible boiled quickly, and the liquid in the pot was tumbling up and down with the bubbles, and several clusters of flames popped out from time to time.And through the steam-blurred figure, Harry could see Wormtail lowering the baby-like thing into the cauldron, and at the same time, Neville's roar was heard.

The ceremony has begun.

"Bone off father, unknouingly given, you will renew yourson... (Father's bone, donated unintentionally, can make your son regenerate)"

Wormtail chanted the spell in a neither high nor low voice, and as soon as he finished speaking, the soil under Neville's feet cracked.Harry clearly saw a wisp of dust rising slowly from the soil, and then sank into the cauldron under Wormtail's command.

Suddenly, Harry felt a heat in his chest.

"Flesh of the servant, willingly given you will revive your master... (servant's meat, voluntarily donated, can make your master revive)"

As soon as he finished reading, Harry heard a heart-piercing scream, which was that the servant had sacrificed his own flesh.At this time, his chest was getting hotter and hotter, even as if it would burn his skin.

what happened?

Touching his chest in doubt, Harry was sure that the heat didn't come from himself, what could it be...?

"Blood of the enemy forcibly taken you will resurrect your foe! (The blood of the enemy, forcibly taken you will resurrect your foe)"

While Harry was inexplicably astonished by his strangeness, the ceremony also reached the final step.Neville was cut on the arm by the knife in Wormtail's hand, taking the blood he was forced to donate.But Harry had no time to look at him, he rummaged through himself in panic, trying to find out the reason for the strangeness.

Finally, the moment Wormtail poured Neville's blood into the cauldron, he discovered the source of the heat—it was the necklace that Draco had given him.

At this moment, Neville's blood was poured into the boiling cauldron, and in an instant, the liquid in the cauldron turned blinding white.At the same time, the necklace in Harry's hand made a crisp cracking sound, and a silver light burst out from it, rushing straight into the cauldron that was emitting dazzling light.

Suddenly, the boiling liquid was quiet.

Wormtail was dumbfounded, Neville was dumbfounded, and even Harry himself was dumbfounded.

In the end... what happened?

The author has something to say: (Put the lid on the pot first) The brain-twitching little demon finally completely collapsed after experiencing the devastation of the thesis...

SO... For those of you who have read this chapter, I am ready to collect all "Unkind Cards"... Don't be careless!