[HP] So you are such Anita

The mountains surrounding Hogwarts Castle disappeared, surrounded by an overgrown black graveyard, Anita got up from the ground.

It's too bad, Harry even followed him, should she say he is brave or stupid.

All in all she failed in her mission and wondered how much trouble this would cause for Tom's plans.

Harry struggled to get up, he saw Anita looking at the chapel behind the yew tree on the right, he wanted to ask Anita if she was okay, but then he remembered the damn newspaper article .

Now was the time to care about those things, Harry felt that he really didn't know the situation.

"Shut up, we're being watched." Anita turned around with a serious expression on her face. She knew a little more than Harry.But seeing Harry's ignorant look, she was surprised that Dumbledore really didn't tell Harry anything, as he seemed to know nothing as an important player.

A figure appeared in the dark tomb, and she was walking towards them step by step.The guy was slender and wearing a hooded cloak. He couldn't see his face clearly, but he could tell what she was holding.

She approached gradually, and stood behind a marble stele six feet away from Anita, silently watching Anita and the others.

Harry's wand slipped into the grass, and he covered his face with his hands, fell to his knees, and groaned in pain.

Cruciatus?

Impossible, that level of magic spell has never been heard of anyone who can do it silently.

"Harry, pick up the wand, this is Voldemort's territory." Even though she knew he was in pain, Anita had to let him pick up the wand and stand up again. She didn't have the confidence to protect the two of them in this kind of place and get back unscathed, haha Leigh had to hold a wand at least to deal with some unexpected situations.

The object held by the black shadow on the opposite side heard a deep voice that was extremely inconsistent with its figure, "Very well, both of them are here, let's start the ceremony."

This tone of voice sounds somewhat similar to Barty Jr.

"But, master, which one is it?" Another voice, this voice was so familiar that it made people feel bored.

The figure of Peter Wormtail stood up from behind the graveyard on the other side, where he had been lying in wait.

"Master, use dragon's blood!" A tall and thin man came out from behind the yew tree. Anita had heard this voice before. He appeared with Bella in Hogsmeade in Dongxue. It seemed that Tom was Tell him about the Field family.

Wait, dragon blood?

In an instant, Anita understood Tom's intentions, no wonder he asked her to stop Harry from coming, so he wanted her to come to donate blood to Voldemort.

All of a sudden, Anita's heart began to churn again.

Using dragon's blood to control Voldemort, just like Faol used dragon's blood to control him, this is really a plan that is learned and sold.

It's just that I don't know if she can still live after donating blood. It seems that one or two drops of blood can't solve the problem, otherwise they wouldn't waste so much effort to get her whole body.

Anita's expression became very good-looking for a moment, she really felt very complicated.

This plan cannot be accomplished by Tom alone. If dragon blood is such an easy-to-use thing, then the entire wizarding world will be full of wizards bleeding dragon blood.

When dragon blood flows into the body, a contract is formed, one side of the contract stands for the dragon blood user, and the other side always stands for Archibald.

Without Archibald's acknowledgment, Voldemort would not have been able to use the dragon's blood to resurrect him.

And once the contract is established, Archibald will be able to obtain the dominion of the contractor. Whether it is obliterating the soul or destroying the body-body, it can be completed in an instant.

It was indeed a perfect plan, and Anita would have laughed out loud if it hadn't been for the fact that this plan also meant that Grandfather Faol had abandoned her.

It was her wish to kill Voldemort, so it was fair to die for it, but this time she was tricked by Tom again, which made her a little unwilling.

But objectively speaking, as long as Voldemort is stained with dragon blood, he will be dead. From this point of view, Tom really didn't lie to her.

"No, Master, Potter's blood should be used, blood for blood, tooth for tooth, and let those poor people see that Potter is nothing." The figure holding the package finally raised his head, and Anita didn't even need to look. Knowing it was Bella, her voice sounded crazier than before.

It seems that this is the trouble caused by the failure of the mission, Voldemort has an extra option of Harry.

Anita wondered what to do in this situation. She couldn't stand up and speak out about the hundred benefits of dragon's blood, so that Voldemort would see that it was wrong.

"As long as you promise not to hurt Anita, you can take my blood!" Harry yelled in pain while holding his head, which stunned Anita.

But Voldemort gave a sinister smile, "Potter, Potter, do you want to make a deal with me?"

There was a rustling sound in the grass, a big snake was swimming on the grass, it was moving around Harry, wrapped around his head from Harry's ankles, and it was spitting out its core right next to Harry's eyes , those golden vertical pupils were staring at him coldly.

"Dragon's blood, Wormtail, and as for Harry Potter, I will kill him with my own hands after the resurrection, in front of all my faithful servants."

Wormtail walked up to Anita, he grabbed Anita's robe and dragged her to an open space, Anita gave him a backhand, but Wormtail dodged it, and Bella threw it to her A binding spell.

"Wormtail, you are such a waste," Bella sneered and stepped forward, "Go and watch Harry Potter, and stand far away, so as not to disturb the resurrection of the master."

She easily sent Anita up to the clearing with a levitation spell.

After that, her wand tapped a little in the grass, and the utensils hidden in the grass flew up to form a huge cauldron.

Bella poured water into it and set it on fire with a blue flame.

Anita was floating above the cauldron, and she saw the liquid in the cauldron start to boil and bubble.

After a while, the steam became thicker, covering Anita's whole body, and Anita felt that every drop of blood in her body began to heat up, and she was about to be steamed.

And Bella took out the thing she was holding devoutly, and she slowly put it into the boiling water.

And Anita, because the steam was too thick, she could only see that it was a baby-sized thing.

Wish the water could cook it.

But this is obviously only Anita's imagination. From Bella's methodical movements, it can be seen that their plan has been carried out successfully.

Bella raised her magic wand towards the night sky and closed her eyes, "Father's bones, donated by accident, can make your son regenerate!"

A tomb behind Harry cracked open, and a small wisp of dust floated into the air through the gap, falling gently into the boiling cauldron, which hissed, sparks flew, and the transparent liquid turned a vivid blue .

Bella's eyes flashed, and she pulled out a long, thin, silvery dagger from her black robe, her voice was ethereal and joyful, "Your servant's meat can be donated voluntarily, and your master can be reborn! "

She stretched out her left arm, while her right hand took a dagger and slashed at her left arm severely.

Plop, something fell into the cauldron, and Bella just groaned slightly.

Hiss, how cruel, through the thick steam, Anita saw the liquid in the crucible turn from blue to fiery red again.

Bella barely paused, she dragged her bleeding left arm, pointed at Anita with her wand, "The blood of your enemy is forced to sacrifice, and your enemy——resurrects!"

Anita's skin seemed to be cut open by an invisible sword, and blood gushed out from all parts of her body and flowed into the cauldron under her.

The cauldron boiled, and diamond-like sparks flew out, so dazzling that it turned everything around it into a black velvet color.

There is always a price to be paid to have a wish come true, Anita thought, and this was her price.

Looking at the blood pouring out of her body, she felt dizzy and gradually lost the pain in her body.

The steam moved faster and faster, Bella's face became more and more distorted, and Anita gradually lost consciousness.

With red eyes, Harry saw Anita's body being randomly thrown into the nearby grass by Bella. After that, the sparks on the cauldron went out, and a puff of white smoke rose from the cauldron. Through the white mist, Harry could see that the cauldron Slowly rising the black figure of a man, tall and thin, like a skeleton.

Bella screamed in surprise, wrapping the man's body carefully in the black robe.

The man stepped out of the cauldron and looked at Harry with a pair of vertical red pupils. He was paler than a skeleton, and his nose was as flat as a snake's, with only two thin slits for the nostrils.

Harry knew that Voldemort had been resurrected, but he couldn't take his eyes off Anita's figure. He struggled desperately, trying to break free from the shackles of the big snake and crawl to Anita's side.

Voldemort watched his struggle with great interest, and after watching for a while, he waved generously to Rodolphs who had been standing by the yew, beckoning him to check on the girl.

And he himself pulled up Bella's bloodless right arm, and pressed hard on the bright red Dark Mark on it.

Wormtail Peter and Rodolphus both knelt on the ground in pain, pressing their arms, while Voldemort smiled.

"It's back," he whispered. "They'll all notice it... Now, we'll see... we'll know..."

Voldemort's face was cruel, and he scanned and paced the dark graveyard.

"How many would have the guts to come back after feeling it?" he murmured, staring at the stars with glowing red eyes, "and how many would be foolish not to come?"

Rodolphus had returned from Anita's side, and he reported to Voldemort the cold fact that Harry could not believe that Anita was dead.

After Voldemort heard the answer, he nodded slowly, "Take it as my return gift to Faol. In the beginning, this child was born for me. Now, this child died for me. I will bury her in my graveyard. She will be remembered forever in the long life to come.”

Harry heard something he couldn't understand again, he was still struggling in vain, the big snake was impatient, and it opened its huge mouth towards Harry.

"Nagini, be quiet." Voldemort looked fondly at the big snake. "This child is your food, but I have to kill him first before you can eat it."

The big snake became quiet, and it wrapped around Harry again, wrapping Harry almost to suffocation.

Voldemort was wandering in the cemetery, he stopped at the cracked grave, "my father is lying here, he is a Muggle and a fool, but like your mother, they have a use .Your mother died protecting you when you were little, and my father wasn't that capable, so I killed him. But you see how useful he was after he died."

Voldemort laughed softly, scanning his surroundings as he paced back and forth.

"See that house on the hillside? It was my father's house. My mother was a wizard who lived in this village and fell in love with him. But when she revealed who she was, he abandoned her , Muggles hate magic."

"He left her and went back to this house of his to live with his Muggle parents. I wasn't born then, Potter. My mother died giving birth to me, and I was in the Muggle Orphan Dean grew up, but I swore to find him. I took my revenge on the man who gave me his name—Tom Riddle."

He continued to pace up and down, his red eyes glancing up and down the graves, as if mocking his dead father.

"Listen to me, listen to my family history, and you're going to die anyway, Potter," he said softly. "Ah, I'm getting a little sentimental, but look, Harry! My real family is back!"

The air was suddenly filled with the rustling of cloaks.Between the graves, behind the cedar trees, in every dark place wizards were Apparating.They were all hooded and covered their faces.

They walked over one by one, with their heads down, walking very slowly and cautiously.Voldemort stood there silently, waiting for them all to come up to him, and the group of wizards stopped only nine feet from him.

"It's just that I haven't seen your master for more than ten years, so I forgot all the etiquette?" Voldemort looked at them coldly.

Voldemort's attention was all focused on these old servants of his, and he didn't notice any abnormalities in the distance.

And the moment Voldemort finished speaking, Harry felt that the sense of restraint on his body suddenly disappeared, and he ran to Anita's side desperately, and put his trembling hand under Anita's nose.

Breathless and cold, Harry stretched out on the grass, covering his face and crying.

Voldemort had no time to worry about Harry's escape. He opened his red eyes and looked at the man holding Nagini's head expressionlessly. Of course he knew that man. The killing move he practiced was the fragment of his soul when he was 16 years old.

"You killed Nagini?" He knew his feelings for Nagini when he was 16 years old, how could he kill it mercilessly.

"Don't you know best, it's not Nagini anymore," and it's not even Amanda anymore.

Tom put the big snake's head on the grave beside him, "You made the wrong choice and you have already lost. But it's not your fault, after all, even if you choose another one, your ending will still be the same."

"You are really confident. You came here alone. You may be able to see the name on that tombstone. I wonder how you feel when you see it?" Voldemort looked at Tom maliciously. Where, he couldn't be more clear.

"Perhaps take a good look at the people around you." Tom raised his wand, the tip of which was shining with gold.

As Tom raised his wand, the wizards in this cemetery also raised their wands like him, and for a moment golden light shone on the cemetery, like stars shining in the dark night.

Bella looked at the golden flash on the tip of Rodolphus' staff and screamed, full of disbelief, "How dare you betray?!"

But Rodolphus only gave her an Avada Kedavra answer, and when Bella fell down with a pale face, he replied softly, "From the beginning, what we pursued was different, Bella."

Voldemort stood there and watched all this indifferently. Seeing the tip of the golden wand pointing at him, he was not panicked at all, but felt a little funny, "I had good expectations, thinking that you would still be me. My family members, I thought you would not betray me, so I called you over and wanted to give you one last chance."

A huge hurricane rolled up around Voldemort, the wizards shook in the hurricane, and many wands were sucked into the sky, "But look at it now, you still let me down. But I knew that under the temptation of me , you will not be loyal, otherwise why would I choose dragon blood? Look at me, take a good look at my appearance, and see how much magical power is contained in this body remodeled with dragon blood!"

The yews were uprooted, and the tombstones spun in the air randomly, knocking the hooded wizards into the air, and the shaking wizards screamed and were swept into the sky, and the hurricane twisted their bodies to pieces.

The wizards cried out in fear, and some even threw themselves at Voldemort's feet desperately to beg for forgiveness, but Voldemort threw them all into the hurricane with his wand, and the sky began to rain red, even the air became thick.

However, under this powerful force, some people still stood firmly in place. The hurricane seemed to have no effect on them at all. Voldemort narrowed his eyes and increased the speed of the hurricane.

Tom looked up at the red swirl in the sky and the screaming wizard within.

He is satisfied.

Those flying in the sky were the ones he wanted to clean up, and Voldemort helped clean them up, saving him trouble in the future.

The redundant people have almost disappeared, and just as it happens, the time is almost up.

Tom finally looked to the side where Anita was lying, and at the same time he saw Harry sitting on the side, and he frowned, "Rodolphs, take Potter away."

Harry was staring at the purgatory-like scene in a daze at this moment, but the wizard he was terrified of walked over and carried him to another place. He struggled desperately, but it was useless.

Gradually, he stopped struggling, not because he gave up, but because something beyond his knowledge happened before his eyes.

The human face stone in Anita's hand glowed red again, and the blood flowed out from the human face stone, winding and crawling all over Anita's body, and Anita's body also began to distort and deform, gradually getting bigger and getting bigger and bigger. The bigger it is, the closer it is to the red hurricane in the sky.

It was a huge dragon, bigger than anything Harry had ever seen.

No, it should be said that all the dragons Harry had seen together were not as big as the dragon that Anita had become.

Harry opened his mouth wide in surprise. He watched the dragon eat the hurricane with one breath, and everything around him became calm and quiet in an instant.

And after that, the dragon grabbed Voldemort, who was trying to escape, with its short claws, and put him in its huge mouth.

Then, swallow it.

Harry couldn't believe his eyes.

And when Harry blinked hard, trying to see the dragon more clearly, the dragon disappeared, and there was Anita lying on the place where the dragon was standing.

"Hey, Voldemort was eaten by Anita, right?" Harry weakly asked the wizard who was carrying him.

The wizard only replied to him with a long silence and a let go after the silence.

Harry was put down, he couldn't wait to run to Anita, but was pushed aside by Tom, "Don't touch her, she's still alive, but she needs to digest."

Tom crouched next to Anita, checking on her condition, and healed the wounds Bella had cut on her body by the way.

And the other wizards who were still alive gathered now, and they all lowered their hoods.

Harry saw Mr. Malfoy, Professor Snape, Professor Moody, Professor Lupine inside, and even Ron's brothers Bill and Charlie.

The atmosphere among these people was also very strange. Bill walked to Harry's side and patted him silently, "We didn't know this would happen until today. To be honest, I was quite scared."

Before Harry could reply, Snape walked towards him with a serious face.

He handed Harry a wool sock, gaudy and embroidered.

This scene was indeed too weird, causing Harry to look at Snape in horror, and he became more and more suspicious that he was dreaming.

At this time, Lupine appropriately stepped forward to explain to Harry, "Well, this is the Portkey that Dumbledore gave us, and we can go directly to the third competition arena. You must know that the competition is not over yet. .”

Harry figured it out, but he still kept shaking his head, "I won't go back, the champion is Anita, she touched the gold cup first."

Lupine nodded approvingly, "But you have to go back and tell Dumbledore, he's waiting for news from us."

Harry was a little embarrassed, he looked towards Anita, and Snape was already impatient, he forcefully stuffed the sock to Harry, followed by a blinding white flash, Harry disappeared into the ruins In the cemetery.

The atmosphere between Snape and Lupine was not harmonious.

Bill and Charlie looked at each other and started looking for work on their own. They used the Restoration Charm to carefully restore the destroyed cemetery.

And Malfoy and Snape, as well as Moody and Lupine, split into two sides, one side trying to identify the dismembered remains, while the other side put them all into the black coffin that had been prepared earlier.

Although everyone didn't want to do this, at least they had to give Dumbledore an explanation when they went back.

Seeing that Anita's face was turning red, Tom stood up from Anita's side, and leaned against a nearby tree to play with Voldemort's wand.

Although a boring vampire disrupted the whole plan, it seems that the result is better than expected.

Tom turned his head to look at Anita who was lying on the ground. She not only killed Voldemort with her own hands, but also ate him with her own mouth. Tom chuckled.

Hope Anita likes this more lucrative gift than expected.