[HP] Guardian

On the day of the game, the Gryffindor breakfast table was very lively.They told him to cheer up one by one, and rushed to the examination room.As a warrior in the Triwizard Tournament, Harry is not required to take the final exam.

"Potter, the warriors will gather in the conference room next to the auditorium after breakfast." McGonagall walked towards him and made an arrangement.

"Okay, thank you Professor." Harry said to Ron, packed up and went to the conference room next to the auditorium.

"Godfather" Harry entered the meeting room and gave Sirius a big hug, "Go out for a walk, it's fair and square"

"Okay" Sirius patted his head, walking happily with his godson.

Sirius pointed at this and said that with great interest all the way, all about what happened to James here.Harry listened quietly, occasionally asking a few questions after what he had said.Seeing the old bat in the distance by chance, Harry nodded slightly, but did not greet him.

They spent the day like this, and before dinner, Harry went back to the Room of Requirement to get some things before going down to dinner with Sirius.

Dinner was bigger than usual, but Harry ate his favorite veal steak and pumpkin juice, and finished dinner contentedly.As the enchanted ceiling turned from blue to a dark purple twilight, Dumbledore stood up at the staff table and the crowd fell silent.

"Ladies and gentlemen, in five minutes I'm going to invite you all to the Quidditch pitch for the final event of the Triwizard Tournament. Now, the warriors and Mr. Bagman, please go to the stadium."

Harry stood up, and the Gryffindors applauded him together.He hugged Sirius, and walked out of the auditorium with Cedric, Fleur, and Krum.

"Feeling alright, Harry?" Bagman asked as they descended the stone steps. "Confident?"

"Fine," Harry nodded calmly.

They entered the Quidditch pitch, which had become completely unrecognizable.A twenty-foot hedge bordered the edge of the field.There is a gap in front of them, and that is the entrance to this great labyrinth.

Five minutes later, people began to enter the stands.Hundreds of students filed into their seats, and the air was filled with excited voices and chaotic footsteps.The sky is now a clear dark blue and stars are starting to appear.Hagrid, Fake Moody, McGonagall, and Flitwick walked into the stadium, walking towards Bagman and several warriors.They all had big red stars shining on their hats, except Hagrid, whose red star was on the back of his terry vest.

"We will patrol outside the maze." Mag said to the warriors. "If you encounter difficulties and want to be rescued, just shoot red sparks into the sky. We will have someone to help you. Do you understand?" The warriors nodded together.

"Okay, let's go!" Bagman said happily to the four patrol members.

"Good luck, Harry," Hagrid whispered.Four people walked away in different directions, distributed around the maze.Then Bagman pointed his wand to his throat and said "loud voice", and his magically amplified voice echoed in the stands.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the last match of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin! Let me report the current score! Harry Potter ranks first with 85 points, Hogwarts College "Applause and cheers startled the birds of the Forbidden Forest into the darkening night sky" Cedric Diggory 3 Second, Hogwarts House! Viktor Krum 4 , No.[-], Durmstrang College! Fleur Delacour No.[-], Beauxbaton College!"

"Now...Harry listen to my whistle!" said Bagman. "Three...two...one..."

With a short whistle, Harry quickly rushed into the maze.The tall hedge cast a black shadow on the path, Harry quickly drew out his wand, lit it up with a wave, and quickly ran towards the center.He didn't need directions, the map of the maze had already appeared in his mind, he ran towards the left path all the way, bypassing all the obstacles, until the center where the trophy was placed was guarded by a huge spider, Harry lightly With a wave of his hand, the giant spider flew to a distant place like a balloon.

Harry stood still and gasped for breath. He closed his eyes and sensed the positions of the others, and the fastest was only halfway there. Harry smiled and took out a potion in his pocket, and drank it desperately. The bottle shattered in place, then he checked his wand again, and stepped forward to grab the trophy.

Suddenly Harry felt as though he had been pulled at the back of his navel.His legs left the ground, and he clenched the hand of the Triwizard Cup, which dragged him forward among the howling wind and swirling colors.Harry felt his feet hit the ground, let go of the trophy, and looked up.He looked at the cemetery, and the surroundings were gloomy and silent.

A figure walked towards him step by step between the graves.The man's face could not be seen clearly, but judging from the gait and the posture of the arms, the man seemed to be holding something.He is short in stature and wears a hooded cloak that hides his face.A few steps closer... The distance between them is shrinking, and it can be seen that the person is holding something like a baby...

At the same time, Harry also heaved a sigh of relief. He watched Peter approaching step by step, and his forehead began to hurt violently. Coming over, before bumping his back against the gravestone, Harry saw a name in the flickering light of his wand—Tom Riddle.

Peter conjured a rope with magic and tied Harry tightly to the tombstone, one after another from neck to ankle.Harry heard rapid, light breathing coming from inside the hood.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, Peter took out a black object from the cloak and stuffed it roughly into Harry's mouth.Then, without saying a word, he hurried away.

The Triwizard Cup shone brightly under the stars.Phoenix Tail Feather's wand was thrown nearby.The cloth covering Riddle was lying under the grave.It seems restless.

He heard sounds at his feet as Nagini snaked across the grass, circling his headstone.Peter was wheezing again, as if he were pushing something heavy.Then he came into Harry's view and pushed a stone cauldron under the grave.

The burden on the ground moved even more vigorously, as if it was about to break free.Peter 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 up very quickly.The surface not only began to boil, but sparked, as if on fire.The steam was getting thicker and thicker, and the figure of Peter, who was tending the flames, became blurred.The burden moved even more urgently.Riddle in that sharp, grim voice.

"quick!"

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

"It's ready, master"

"Now..." Riddle said grimly.

Peter pulled the bundle off the ground to reveal its contents.Voldemort now looked like a curled up baby, hairless and scaly, with dark, red skin like wounded tender flesh.Its arms and legs were thin and limp, and its face... a flat, snakelike face with glowing red eyes.disgusting!Harry grumbled inwardly.

Peter put Voldemort's larva in the pot, it was like stewing a piece of rotten meat, Harry couldn't help thinking.

Peter's voice was 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 opened beneath Harry's feet, and a wisp of dust rose into the air at Peter's beck and 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.

Peter was whimpering.He drew a long, thin, silvery dagger from under his cloak.His voice suddenly turned into a sob of extreme fear, "The meat of the servant... is donated voluntarily by... to bring... your master... back to life"

He stretched out his right hand, the one missing a finger, and then tightly grasped the dagger with his left hand, swinging it towards his right hand.Peter screamed and threw his hand into the pot, the potion turned fiery red, then Peter walked up to him, glanced at him quickly, then lowered his head and tore his sleeve robe.

"The blood of your enemy... forced to sacrifice...can make your enemy... resurrected..." The dagger point pierced into his arm, and blood dripped down the torn sleeve of his robe.Trembling, Peter, who was still panting in pain, took out a small glass bottle from his pocket and placed it next to Harry's wound. A small amount of 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.After completing the task, Peter knelt down beside the cauldron, leaned over, and collapsed on the ground, panting and sobbing while holding his bleeding broken arm.

The cauldron was about to boil, and diamond-like sparks flew out in all directions, so bright and dazzling that everything around it turned the color of black velvet.Suddenly, the spark on the crucible went out.A puff of white steam rose from the cauldron, obscuring everything in front of Harry.

Then, through the white mist in front of his eyes, a man's black figure slowly rose from the cauldron, tall and thin, like a skeleton.

"Dress me," said the grim, shrill voice behind the steam.Sobbing and weeping, still protecting his stumped arm, Peter hastily snatched the bundled black robe from the ground, stood up, and threw it with one hand over his master's head.

Voldemort stepped out of the cauldron and stared at Harry... paler than a skeleton, with big red eyes, a nose flat like a snake's, with two thin slits for nostrils... ugly!Harry smiled silently.

Voldemort looked away from Harry and began examining himself.His hands were like big pale spiders, and his slender, pale fingers stroked his chest, arms, and face; those red eyes seemed brighter in the darkness, with two slits in their pupils, like a cat's eyes.He raised his hands, moved his fingers, and his expression was ecstatic. He ignored Peter who was bleeding and convulsed on the ground, and Nagini who didn't know when to swim.He hissed around Harry.Voldemort thrust his prodigiously long fingers into a deep pocket and drew a wand.He stroked his wand again, then pointed it at Peter, lifted him from the ground, and threw him onto the gravestone where Harry was bound.Peter fell by the tombstone, weeping and paralyzed.Voldemort turned his bright red eyes on Harry, and let out a grim, sharp sneer.

The robe that wrapped Peter's severed arm was soaked with blood.

"Master..." Wormtail choked up, "Master...you promised...you promised..."

"Extend your arm," said Voldemort lazily.

"Oh, master... thank you, master..."

He stretched out his bloody broken arm, but Voldemort sneered again, "Not this one, Wormtail."

"Master, please...please..."

Voldemort bent down, took Peter's left arm, and rolled his sleeve up to his elbow.The bright red tattoo pattern was revealed, and a snake spit out from the mouth of a skeleton, the Dark Mark.Voldemort studied it carefully, ignoring Peter's uncontrollable sobs.

"It's back," he said softly. "They'll all notice it...now, we'll see...we'll know..."

He pressed his long, pale forefinger to Peter's arm.Peter wailed again.Voldemort took his finger away from Peter's mark, which turned pitch black.

A look of cruel triumph appeared on Voldemort's face.He straightened up, raised his head, and scanned the dark cemetery.

"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"

He started pacing back and forth in front of Harry and Peter, scanning the graveyard from time to time.About a minute later, his eyes fell on Harry again, and the snake's face twisted into a cruel smile.

"Harry Potter, you're standing on top of my father's bones" he hissed softly "he's a Muggle and a douchebag... just like your own mother. But they all have uses, don't you When you were young, your mother died protecting you...I killed my father, you see how useful he was after death..."

Voldemort laughed again.As he paced up and down, looking around, Nagini was still wandering about in the grass.

"See that house on the hill, Potter, where my father lived. My mother was a wizard, and lived in this village, and fell in love with him. But when she told who she was, he deserted her …my father didn’t like magic…”

"He left her and went back to his Muggle parents before I was born, Potter. My mother died giving birth to me, and I grew up in a Muggle orphanage...but I vowed to find him …I took revenge on him, the man who gave me his name…Tom Riddle…”

He continued to pace up and down, his red eyes scanning the graves to and fro.

"Listen to me and my family history..." he whispered. "Ah, I'm getting a little sentimental...but look, Harry! My real family is back..."