[HP] turns in your hand

Chiara and Dumbledore moved slowly and silently to the entrance of the cemetery, and then quietly reached a position about ten meters away from the large cauldron and the Death Eater who had been waiting in the cemetery.Dumbledore used some kind of spell in silence again, and the wind direction changed, bringing Voldemort's voice intermittently.

"Are you all ready?"

The man wrapped in a black robe seemed to be slightly nodded, and then stepped aside silently, revealing something behind the cauldron.Chiara stood on tiptoe, but Wyckoffly Mandel and the cauldron blocked the view, and she heard only Voldemort's grim but satisfied voice:

"Yes, you did a great job."

Chiara frowned reflexively, she rubbed to her side, then grabbed the sleeve of Dumbledore's windbreaker and pulled it down: "It's not right."

"What?" Dumbledore asked softly.

"His resurrection needs three things." Gritting her teeth, Ziara said as quickly and softly as possible, "Father's bone, servant's flesh, and enemy's blood."

"He had to dig the grave to get his father's bones, and the flesh of his servants was easy to get, but the blood of the enemy—"

Dumbledore suddenly grabbed Chiara's wrist in reverse, and then she felt something cool and windy drawing a circle around her, and then, Chiara saw an extremely thick big snake coming from Less than three meters away from them, they climbed towards the middle of the cemetery.

"You can go on," Dumbledore said.

Ciara took a quick breath with lingering fear, then she collected herself, looked at the man in black who was busy lighting a fire under the cauldron, and continued to explain quickly: "The blood of the enemy he wants is Harry's. Blood, so last year he sent Barty Crouch Jr. disguised as Moody to sneak into Hogwarts, the purpose is to send the well-protected Harry to him under your nose, so that he can take Harry kill him after blood—”

"Ah... I see." Dumbledore made a sudden movement, "That's why you want to kill Barty Crouch Jr., right? Because he's about to succeed in helping Voldemort resurrect ?”

Chiara was a little anxious, but she suppressed her irritability and tried her best to explain to Dumbledore: "Yes, but the point is not on Barty Crouch Jr., the point is that if Voldemort needs to be resurrected, he must kidnap Harry! He's never going to replace him with someone else, because he's such a monstrosity of self-esteem. But Harry—"

"Harry is there," said Dumbledore.

Chiara choked violently.

Boiling water vapor emerged from the burning cauldron. Wyckofly Mandel took two steps forward in the haze of steam, lifted the small blanket from his arms, and gently poured out a strange mass of things. into the crucible.

The man in black raised his wand, and the tall marble tombstone in front of them slowly moved aside, and a glistening cloud of dust floated out of it, and then sank into the cauldron.

The father's bone, donated inadvertently, can regenerate your son.

The man in black walked slowly to Wyckoffly Mandel's side. He grabbed the expressionless Wyckoffly's hand, and then cast a very fast and fierce spell, white light In a flash, Wyckoffly's hand fell into the cauldron, and his face contorted for only a moment.

The flesh of a servant, donated voluntarily, regenerates your master.

Then the man in black walked towards the cauldron, and he bent down, so that Chiara could take this opportunity to see clearly the person tied to the tombstone.

It was Harry Potter unconscious.

Chiara grabbed Dumbledore's arm violently, her voice trembling: "Why is he here? How did he—I saw him eating breakfast at the Gryffindor table this morning— — Hogwarts mole? Umbridge?!"

She was only here today to kill the impotent baby Voldemort, not to witness Voldemort's resurrection in front of her eyes!

"Chiara, calm down," said Dumbledore. "Look again, it's not—"

The man in the black robe straightened up, and Ciara saw a wide palm protruding from the man's black robe, and that hand was holding a small glass bottle.He dropped the contents of the glass bottle into the crucible, then took out another small bottle from his sleeve, and poured the clear and transparent liquid into it together.

The blood of your enemies, compelled to sacrifice, may resurrect your enemies.

A hazy and strange smell rose from the cauldron in an instant, the churning potion turned white, bright and dazzling liquid splashed with sparks, and something was about to come out.

"He's going to be resurrected." Chiara whispered in despair and misery, "Then what have I done?"

Is she going to watch Voldemort resurrect in front of her, summon the Death Eaters in front of her, and Snape will soon be...

Chiara struggled to get out, but her feet were as heavy as lead.

She was put under a leg-locking spell.

"I say, calm down, Chiara." Dumbledore put his hand on her shoulder, "It's not that bad."

"Not so bad?" Chiara turned away, staring red-eyed into the air, "It's not so bad?!—he stood up!"

In the thick white mist, a tall and thin man appeared.He spread his arms, and said in a high, grim voice, "Dress me." *(Original text of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire)

Wyckoffly stepped forward, and with his remaining hand, covered Voldemort with his robe.Ziara stared at the man stepping out of the cauldron, gasping and heartbeating as loud as thunder.

Voldemort slowly walked up to Harry who was still in a coma. He chuckled and pointed lazily at Harry: "Wake him up."

The man in black walked forward silently, and suddenly punched Harry viciously in the face.

This punch was so hard that even Dumbledore let out a sigh of "ahhh" that he couldn't bear to look directly at. Chiara trembled all over, and felt the burning pain on her face with empathy.

"Help him," Chiara begged softly. "Haven't you always been very careful to keep Harry safe? Didn't you send Mrs. Figg to watch him around Privet Drive? Why can't you--you just Watching him tied up and tortured?"

Dumbledore said: "The thing we most need to do now is to do nothing."

Chiara felt cold all over, and for the first time in her world, things were slipping into an uncontrollable abyss.

Harry woke up with bright red palm prints on his face, stared blankly and angrily - even a little too angry - at the man in black, and then he stared at Voldemort.

"Harry Potter." Voldemort pronounced his name slowly. "Ah, the man who once defeated me, the only enemy I admit... I am back."

The corners of his lipless mouth curled up in a jaw-dropping smile.

"Yeah, you're back, I didn't know that you still have the face to live in the real world after so many years of idling!" Harry shot back loudly, "like a maggot, cowering like a Wormtail Alive in shame, you're no better than a rat in the gutter! Even if you're resurrected now—"

"Drilling the Bone"

Harry curled up in pain, the cemetery was eerily silent, only sporadic groans could be heard from Harry clenching his teeth.

"You are just like your stupid father, you only have courage, but you can't do anything." Voldemort sneered coldly, "Your end will be the same as your father's, and you will die in front of me... Not even a last word."

Harry gasped and growled like a beast. "I won't let you say that about James—my dad!"

"Just shout and curse." Voldemort stepped back happily, "I won't be offended by you, because you are nothing to me, Harry Potter. What I will do next , is to send you to meet your parents. From then on, I will have no obstacles in this world...I will announce the return of the great Lord Voldemort!"

The fog was getting thicker and thicker, and Chiara always felt that the strange smell coming out of the potion in the cauldron was getting more and more fragrant.She seemed to smell the smell of old books in the library, slightly bitter herbs, hot coffee with caramel and milk...

Did Voldemort put these weird things in the cauldron when he was resurrected?

"Stand up, Harry Potter." Voldemort lifted the imprisoning spell on Harry, "Stand in front of me, I'll give you a chance, should you have learned to duel?"

Harry gritted his teeth and stood up with a contorted face.The fog was getting thicker and thicker, and Ziara struggled to move forward, trying to see the current situation clearly, silently chanting various anti-spells, and quickly tried to unlock the leg-locking spell.

"Yes, I have." She heard Harry say this, brave and upright, so awe-inspiring that he didn't look like him, "If you want to have a one-on-one with me, then come."

Voldemort sneered.

"Oh, that's pretty cool," he said, "then let me see..."

All Chiara could see was Voldemort receding back through the fog, as if to leave a distance between the two duels.Then she saw what seemed to be another figure stepping out from where Harry was standing, vaguely as tall and short as Harry.

Voldemort didn't feel that there was anything wrong, and he excitedly announced the duel process in the silence of the cemetery:

"First bow."

Suddenly there was a strange rustling in the grass in front of Chiara.

"Very good, very good, it seems that you have at least learned manners in school... Then, let's have a fair duel."

She didn't know if Harry took the initiative to bow, or if Voldemort used the Imperius Curse to force him to bow like in the original book.Chiara looked ahead of her. Behind a pointed tombstone, a huge python swam out of the mist. Its huge head shrank back. She arched her long body.

This is a standard attack posture, and it senses that there are people here.

The moment she saw Nagini, Chiara didn't know what she was thinking.

She might have thought of the man who had fallen in the Shrieking Shack, and she might have thought nothing of it.But she knew what she wanted to see most now.

She heard Dumbledore's sigh close at hand, she heard Voldemort's high-pitched "Avada Kedavra!", she heard the slight snapping of blades of grass across the grass as the snake struck.

And her own voice trembling slightly with hatred.

"CNM, die for me!"

Fiendfire instantly ignited from Nagini, and in the middle of the cemetery, Voldemort and Harry, who had been hit by Avada Kedavra, fell backwards at the same time.Ziara jumped up, and instead of looking at Nagini writhing in pain in the flames, she wrapped her invisibility cloak tightly and rushed towards Wyckofli and the man in black.

"Passed out!"

Wyckoffly collapsed unconscious.The man in black immediately turned to the direction where the spell was issued, but instead of pulling out his wand, he stretched out his hand towards the weird air.Chiara took this opportunity to aim at his head: "Stunned!"

"Armor protection!"

A spell flying from behind helped the black-robed man block the inevitable blow. The black-robed man was slightly shaken by the Iron Armor Curse, his hood slipped down, and he also grabbed something in the air.

The invisibility cloak was lifted off forcefully by him, and Chiara, who was exposed to the air, looked at the Death Eater who revealed his true face after the hood slipped off in astonishment.

Severus Snape looked at her in anticipation, with two blushes on his cheeks from the sudden attack.

"There's really nothing you need to do this time, Ziara."

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The author has something to say:

Snape & Dumbledore: In the past, you did everything without telling us, but this time I will let you taste the feeling of being unable to do anything after being on the scene!

Xiao Qi: …………………

Xiao Qi: At least I killed Nagini!

Tomb-sweeping Day still didn't make Lao Fu die, but it's okay, anyway, he is only half a breath away from death now...