Ravenclaw's Sapphire

"Harry, there's light over there... someone is coming!" Cedric supported Harry, and they were sent to this wilderness by the trophy turned into a portkey. They walked aimlessly, looking for a way to go back.Cedric was taller and had a wider field of vision. He noticed the fluorescent lights in the distance, and led Harry towards that direction.

In order to prevent possible danger, they had already held their wands in their hands. Two figures were approaching them in the distance, one tall and one short, both wearing cloaks and unable to see their faces clearly. "Do you think they're saying hello?" Harry couldn't help asking. "I think they seem to be murderous." Cedric didn't know if he was joking, "If something goes wrong, we will run away or resist. Are your feet okay?" Harry shook his head.

"But you don't have to look at me too much, be careful, Cedric." The latter nodded slowly, looking a little nervous.

"Hey!" Cedric shouted, "Can you tell me where this is? Who are you? We are not hostile..." He was about to continue talking, but found that the person walking in front had already raised his hand to them. Raised his wand.

"Avada Kedavra." As if sighing softly, the voice penetrated the distance between the two groups of people, and a dazzling green light came through the air with a whoosh, and approached Cedric in the blink of an eye. Derek stared blankly at the death curse getting closer and closer, and then he felt someone hit his waist, unable to stand up and fell to the ground.

Harry panted heavily, he pressed his injured leg, the pain burst out from the injury uncontrollably. "Cedric!" After brushing past death, Cedric's pupils dilated, seeing that he ignored him, Harry gritted his teeth and slapped him.

"...Thank you." At this moment, Cedric finally returned to reality. He silently got up from the ground, but instead of standing up, he pulled Harry under a tombstone and looked sideways.Strangely, during the short time they were moving, the other party did not continue to attack, but stared at the wand in his hand, "Those two crazy people! We have to escape, Harry."

The man Cedric called a lunatic stood still. "What's the matter, ma'am?" Pettigrew asked cautiously,

"Slow." This endless answer made Pettigrew even more confused. "What, what?" He didn't dare to look at the girl beside him, but stared at the ground. "My spell has slowed down." Unexpectedly, the other party added kindly.

"You think it's because I haven't used my wand for so long, don't you?" She said playfully, "No, it's not just a simple reason like unfamiliarity. You think I'll miss one and just stand there the prey, and give him a chance to escape?"

"You're in charge of bringing Potter back, Wormtail. I want to test something, and I'll take care of the other."

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"We have to go back the same way, use the Portkey from before, and get out of this dangerous place..." Cedric knelt down and tried to help Harry up, "Those damned lunatics, why do they want to kill us ?”

"Actually, there is no 'you', at least not yet, there is only 'you', young man." Such a voice suddenly sounded behind him, and before Cedric had time to feel uneasy, he felt as if he and Harry were stuffed A thick wall of air, or rather someone fired an air cannon into his stomach, sending Cedric flying upside down and rolling several times before stopping.

After spitting out the grass clippings in his mouth, Cedric got up tremblingly, only to find that Harry was being pulled by the collar by the remaining enemies. "Harry! Let go of him, you..." Looking at the struggling Harry, he raised his wand, "Except you..."

"Expelliarmus." The spell hit his wrist faster than he could, and the wand rolled out of Cedric's hand as soon as Cedric took the pain. "Sure enough, the dominance has been weakened." He heard a female voice coming from the cloak, "Before caring about others, you should protect your own safety."

She watched Cedric gritted his teeth and stared at her, then got up and ran. "Isn't this a quick comprehension?" She raised her wand and said briskly, "Let's see if I kill you first, or I'll be stopped first."

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"...Servant, servant, servant's meat, voluntarily... voluntarily donated, can make your master—regenerate."

By the time the girl returned to the ceremony table, the ceremony was almost halfway through. This was a black magic secret obtained by Voldemort through ancient books and his own improvements. Through three kinds of sacrifices and a well-prepared potion as a medium, it can recreate the magic for the wizard. Create a perfect body.

Pettigrew cut off her fingerless hand with a knife, and tremblingly threw that hand into the potion that had become dazzling blue. She knew that Voldemort's substitute body was in this pot of potion. inside.After adding the severed limb of Pettigrew, the potion turned into fiery red after a crackling sound of sparks, which made people unable to open their eyes, as if it was glowing.

Now that the father's bone and the servant's flesh have been used among the three sacrifices, the rest is undoubtedly——

Pettigrew had a mixture of pain and madness on his face. The corner of his mouth twitched and he strode up to Harry. He grabbed Harry's arm and cut a deep gash with the silver knife. In a small glass bottle, it was only a few steps back and forth, but he looked extremely weak.

Pettigrew poured the blood from the bottle into the cauldron: "The blood of the enemy, the enemy... forced to sacrifice... can make your enemy come back to life."

The crucible boiled, as if someone had dropped a handful of Filipino fireworks into the cauldron, sparks kept coming out, and then large swaths of water vapor gushed out from the crucible, rising straight up like the pitch-black night.

When the moisture gradually dissipated, a tall, thin, pale man stood in the cauldron, and Harry could see his back. He knew that disaster had returned.Pettigrew greeted him graciously, holding a clean robe in his hands, his face was still distorted by the pain of losing his own arm, but he tried his best to show a flattering smile in order not to bore his master.

The man got dressed under Pettigrew's service and stepped out of the cauldron. "You're late, Max." Only then did Harry notice that the cloaked man who had almost killed Cedric had also appeared, which meant...Harry felt that his blood was about to freeze due to the cold.

"Someone doesn't notice the time... Congratulations, Tom." The man's voice sounded familiar, Harry thought in bewilderment.But his bleeding arms and legs had a serious impact on his thinking, and as the blood loss increased little by little, Harry's vision became blurred.

The man snorted, turned slowly, and stared at Harry with those two blood-red eyes, that was the face that Harry could see in nightmares from time to time at the beginning of this year, before that he had heard more about this person The voice of the people, the attitude of the people... The newborn Voldemort's face was as pale as a skeleton, and there was a trace of red light in his two slender eyes. His nose was as flat as a snake's, with two slits for nostrils. Under the blow, the black robe on his body rattled.

"It's nice to have a body, don't you think, Harry Potter." His voice was as slippery as the sound of a snake spitting out its core, but it was extremely cold, "I wanted to stand up again countless times, I've been, have been looking forward to this day for more than a decade, and now I get it."

"And you, my nemesis, my enemy, the one who put me to death in the mouths of those ignorant people... It's ridiculous, do they really think that a mere child can stop me, the great Voldemort? When you were able to resist my spell, it was all because your mudblood mother cast a spell on you, a profound protection spell... This is the truth that caught me off guard, not because of your ability."

"Now, my body is also protected by this spell, because your blood is mixed in my body. And you are useless, Potter." Voldemort sneered, and then he looked aside trembling and crying Pettigrew, who couldn't stop crying, "You know your crying is very disappointing, Wormtail? I will pay you for doing this, but if you make me unhappy again, I can only give you one instead." It's a death curse." Pettigrew froze, covering his mouth desperately, not daring to make a sound.

"Let's end it all, Harry Potter, the boy who lived. You did your part in bringing the Lord Dark Lord back to life. This is probably the last bright spot in your short life." Voldemort raised his wand and pointed it at Harry's face.The way Harry struggled desperately made him laugh. Harry was tied so tightly with the rope that it was impossible for him to escape Voldemort's death curse.

"Then why not make this situation a bit more disappointing, you noseless!" With a bang, Pettigrew, who was already lying on the ground, flew upside down like a rubber ball, and then another spell was directed at Voldemort's A quick shot came from the direction, and the latter reacted very quickly. Even if it was such a sneak attack that was caught off guard, he still blocked it with the Iron Armor Curse even faster.

In front of his eyes were the dazzling blond hair after the hood was blown off by the wind, and those familiar eyes full of anger.Harry was dazed by the presence of someone who had been declared missing before, when he realized that the ropes that bound him had suddenly come loose.

"Come on, Harry!" Cedric lurked beside a nearby tombstone with a dagger in hand (the same one he used underwater in his second match), blood on his forehead and tattered robes. He was rotten and looked miserable, but he was still alive, and he was crouching behind Harry, helping him untie the rope.