[HP] Leader's Exclusive Rose

A whoosh, then a shrill cry tore through the night air—

"Avada Kedavra!"

A bright green light pierced Harry's eyelids, and he heard something fall heavily beside him.The scar hurt so badly that he felt nauseous.Then the pain subsided, and he slowly opened his stinging eyes in terror.

Cedric lay sprawled on the ground, motionless.

For that never-ending second, Harry stared blankly at Cedric's face, at his expressionless gray eyes like the windows of an abandoned house, his mouth half-opened in a slightly be surprised.Harry's brain couldn't accept the sight in front of him, and he didn't feel anything except a vague sense of disbelief.

In the stands at the same moment, Rosalind felt her heart constrict suddenly—she fell off the seat in pain.

"Rosa?! What's the matter with you?" Hermione quickly helped her up after seeing her fall, her friend's brows were tightly knit together, and her face was frighteningly pale.

The people beside her also reached out to pull her, and looked at the girl with a painful face in surprise.

Hermione became even more nervous by her reaction: "Do you want it? I'll take you to Madam Pomfrey to have a look?"

Clutching her chest tightly, Rosalind moved her lips almost tremblingly: "It's okay, it's okay...I have to wait for him, I have to see him come out with my own eyes."

Hermione pulled her back to the seat, looked at her almost transparent white face, and didn't know if she was comforting her or herself: "They will definitely come back, they will."

Rosalind suddenly wanted to see another bunch of red sparks, or two, so that she could see Cedric as soon as possible—her heart was still in a dull pain, like the sharp pain spreading at that moment just now .

In the dark closed cemetery, Harry felt himself being dragged up.

The short man in the cloak had put down his bundle, lighted his wand, and was dragging Harry towards the marble headstone.Harry saw a name in the flickering light of his wand before being shoved around and bumping his back against the headstone:

Tom Riddle

The man in the cloak conjured up rope and tied Harry tightly to the tombstone, one knot after another from neck to ankle.Harry heard rapid, light breathing coming from inside the hood.He struggled, and the man hit him—with a finger missing from the hand that hit him.

Harry knew who was in the hood. It was Wormtail—Peter Pettigrew.

"It's you!" he exclaimed.

But Wormtail didn't answer—he had finished tying the rope, and was busy checking that it was tight.His fingers trembled uncontrollably as he groped for knots.After confirming that Harry was tightly bound and unable to move, Wormtail took out a black mass from the cloak and stuffed it roughly into Harry's mouth.Then, without saying a word, he hurried away.Harry couldn't make a sound, and couldn't see where Wormtail had gone.He couldn't turn his head to look behind the tombstone, he could only see the scene directly in front of him.

Cedric's body lay twenty feet away.A little further on, the Triwizard Cup glistens in the starlight.

Harry could no longer think in his mind, whether it was Rosalind's almost begging request or the imaginary cheers, they were distorted into a chaotic picture scroll and spread before his eyes.

His wand dropped at Cedric's feet.

The bundle that Harry guessed was the baby was nearby, under the grave.It seems restless.Harry stared at it, his scar burning hot again.

It dawned on him that he didn't want to see what was in the bundle—he didn't want that bundle to open.

Harry heard noises at his feet, and looked down to see a large snake snaking across the grass, circling around his headstone.Wormtail wheezed again, as if he were pushing something heavy.Then he came into Harry's view, pushing a stone cauldron to the edge of the grave.The cauldron seemed to fill with water—Harry heard the splash.The cauldron was larger than any that Harry had ever used, and could accommodate a full grown man in it.

The things in the baggage on the ground moved more vigorously, as if they were about to break free.Wormtail was busy tapping his wand on the bottom of the cauldron.Suddenly there was a crackling flame under the cauldron.The big snake swam into the darkness.

The liquid in the crucible seemed to heat so rapidly that the surface not only began to boil, but sparks shot out, as if on fire.The steam was getting thicker and thicker, and the figure of Wormtail tending the flames became blurred.

The burden moved even more urgently.Harry heard the sharp, grim voice again: "Quick!"

The whole surface of the water was now sparkling with sparks, as if studded with diamonds.

"It's ready, master." Wormtail seemed very afraid of that voice, and after speaking, he tore off the bundle on the ground, revealing the contents inside.

Harry couldn't help letting out a cry of surprise, but it was stifled by the gag in his mouth.

Wormtail flipped over a rock, revealing a slimy, eyeless hideous thing—no, worse than that, a hundred times more.What he was carrying looked like a curled up baby, but Harry had never seen anything less baby-like:

It has no hair, and it seems to have scales on its body. Its skin is dark and red, like wounded tender flesh.Its arms and legs were thin and limp, and its face--no living child had such a face--was that of a flat snake with sparkling red eyes.

The thing looked completely helpless, and it threw its thin arms around Wormtail's neck.Wormtail held it in his hands.Then Wormtail's hood fell off, and Harry saw the expression of disgust on his pale, frail face in the firelight.He carried the thing to the cauldron, and for a moment Harry saw sparks dancing on the potion's surface illuminating the evil flat face.Then she put the thing back in the cauldron, and it sank with a hiss.Harry heard the soft click of its limp body against the bottom of the cauldron.

Let it drown, Harry thought eagerly, his scar burning almost unbearably, begging Merlin... let it drown...

Wormtail was talking, his voice trembling as if he had been deranged with fright.

He raised his wand, closed his eyes, and said to the night sky: "Father's bones, donated by accident, can make your son regenerate!"

The grave cracked open beneath Harry's feet, and the Savior watched in horror as a tiny wisp of dust rose into the air at Wormtail's call and fell gently into the cauldron.

The diamond-like surface of the liquid burst, hissing, and sparks flying, turning the liquid a vivid blue and instantly poisonous.

Wormtail whimpered again and drew a long, thin, silvery dagger from his cloak.His voice suddenly turned into sobs of extreme fear: "The flesh of the servant...self, voluntarily donated, can make...your master, reborn."

He stretched out his right hand with one finger missing, then tightly grasped the dagger with his left hand, and swung it towards his right hand.

Harry didn't realize what Wormtail was going to do at the last second, and he closed his eyes tightly, but he couldn't stop the scream that pierced the night sky and went straight into Harry, as if he, too, had been stabbed by a dagger .

He heard something hit the ground, and Wormtail gasped in pain, followed by a sickening splash as something was thrown into the cauldron.

Harry didn't want to look - but the potion turned fiery red and bright light shone into his closed lids.

Wormtail was panting and sucking in pain, and it was only when the painful breath hit his face that Harry realized that Wormtail had come to him.

"Qi, the blood of the enemy... is forced to give... to revive your enemy..."

There was nothing Harry could do to stop him, he was bound too tightly—he struggled desperately to free himself from the ropes that bound him, and through the slits of his eyes he saw the dangling silver dagger quivering in Wormtail's single hand.

He felt the point of the dagger pierced his arm, and blood trickled down the torn sleeve of his robe.Wormtail, still panting in pain, tremblingly took out a small glass bottle from his pocket and placed it next to Harry's wound, a small amount of bright red blood flowed into the bottle.

He staggered to the cauldron with Harry's blood and poured it in.

The liquid in the crucible immediately turned blinding white.Wormtail finished his task, knelt down beside the cauldron, leaned over, collapsed on the ground, panting and sobbing while holding his bleeding broken arm.

The cauldron was about to boil, and sparks like diamonds flew out in all directions, so bright and dazzling that everything around them became the color of black velvet.

I hope it's drowned, Harry thought half-brokenly, and I hope it doesn't...

Suddenly, the spark on the crucible went out.A puff of white steam rose from the cauldron, obscuring everything in front of Harry.He couldn't see Wormtail and Cedric, only a white mist of steam.

Definitely not going to work... it's drowning... please Merlin... please let it die...

Then, through the white fog in front of him, he saw horribly the black figure of a man slowly rising from the cauldron, tall and thin, like a skeleton.

"Give me the robe," said the grim, shrill voice from behind the steam.Wormtail, still sobbing and weeping, still protecting his stumped arm, hurriedly snatched the bundled black robe from the ground, stood up, and threw one hand over his Master's head.

The thin man stepped out of the cauldron, staring at Harry.

Harry saw the face that had often appeared in his nightmares for three years, paler than a skeleton, with two big red eyes, a nose as flat as a snake's, with two thin slits for nostrils...

Voldemort is resurrected.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the sky was completely dark. There were no shining stars above the head, and the dark clouds completely covered the entire sky in the space where they could not distinguish the color.

The two of them still haven't come out of the maze.The people in the stands also began to whisper - even the professors and judges who were guarded were also feeling heavy.

Rosalind felt that something was being slowly stripped from her body, and her heart was still throbbing, but she still insisted on sitting there, and there was even a bit of unusual stubbornness in her dark brown eyes.

Don't break your promise, don't miss your appointment.

You'll come back with a promise to me, right?