[HP] The Last Demon King

Aritins fell heavily to the ground, and the Triwizard Cup rolled aside.

There was the damp feel of weeds and earth beneath her hands, and a smell of wet earth after the rain rushed into her nose.When Eridings tried to stand up from the ground, she felt a sharp pain in her left ankle, her body tilted, and she almost fell down.

"Where are we now?" Potter got up from the ground, looking around nervously. "Is the game over yet?"

Eridings shook her head, her wand in her hand, ready for any moment.

She looked around in the thick night fog, and they stood in a dark, overgrown cemetery, and they could see the black silhouette of a small church behind a tall yew tree to the right.On the left is a hill, and there is an old house on the hillside. You can see the shadow of the glory in the past, but now, there is only eerie in the night.

"Kill whoever gets in the way."

A cold voice came from behind the night mist, followed by a dazzling green light that instantly came to Eridins' eyes.

The alarm bells all over Eridins' body rang at this moment, and she subconsciously turned sideways to avoid it, but fell to the ground due to the pain in her left foot.

Potter's eyes widened, and the pupils of his eyes dilated instantly. He watched the green light hit Eridins quickly. For an endless second, he seemed to be staring at Ariel in a daze. Tins, at last, he moved his stiff hands and feet, squatted down beside Eridins, and stretched his hand towards her breath—

she died.Her eyes were still open, as if time had stood still on her, and Eridins was still open, but not breathing.

Potter's fingers trembled, but he still didn't want to pull them back. He seemed to think that if he did so, he could touch Eredins' breath in the next second--

She is dead.

A grim voice repeated in his mind.

Potter's mind was empty, there was no fear, no anger, it was as if his brain had suddenly turned into cement slurry, and it became difficult to stir it.At this moment, a pair of hands pulled him up.

A short man in a cloak dragged Potter and tied him to a marble tombstone. In the flickering light of his wand, Potter saw the name on the tombstone: Tom Riddle.

The short man bound Potter from neck to ankle, and Potter struggled, and the man hit him, and he saw that a finger was missing from the hand that hit him—

"It's you! Wormtail!" Potter exclaimed.

But Wormtail said nothing, and after checking that the ropes were fastened, he hurried away.Potter couldn't help looking at Eridins again. She was still there... motionless, she was really dead.

Wormtail tore apart a bundle in front of a large cauldron, revealing the face of a terrifying creature inside. Potter and the creature met eyes... hairless, scaled, and dark red in color Yes, like wounded tender meat.Its arms and legs were thin and limp, and its face—a flat, snake-like face with glowing red eyes—was anything more unpleasant and frightening than Potter had ever seen up.His scar hurt more than ever, and his head seemed to be splitting open.

Potter tried his best to endure the pain, watching Wormtail dump the creature into the cauldron, he even heard the sound of the creature's limp body touching the bottom - hoped he drowned... or boiled... Potter despaired Begging, his belated feelings boil violently in his heart, fear... anger... unbelievable...

"Father's bones, donated unintentionally, can make your son regenerate!"

In the dark night, Wormtail's trembling voice was extremely loud, and the grave under Potter's feet was cracked open, and he was horrified to see a small wisp of dust rise into the air at Wormtail's call, and gently fall 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 was whimpering.He drew a long, thin, silvery dagger from under his cloak.His voice turned into a sob of extreme fear: "The servant's - meat - is - voluntarily donated, so that - your master - can be reborn."

He stretched out his right hand—the one with a missing finger, and held the dagger tightly in his left hand, swinging it toward his right.

Potter closed his eyes tightly, but he couldn't stop the scream piercing the night sky and piercing into Harry, as if he, too, had been stabbed by a dagger.

When he opened his eyes again, the potion in the crucible had turned bloody red.

Panting in pain, Wormtail walked towards Potter, who flinched before he remembered that he had been tightly bound.

"Blood of... your enemy... compelled to sacrifice... will bring your enemy... back to life."

Potter struggled desperately to free himself from the ropes that bound him, but he felt the point of the dagger dig into his arm, and blood trickled down the torn sleeve of his robe.

Wormtail collected some of his blood in a vial, then returned to the cauldron and poured it into it.

The crucible was about to boil, diamond-like sparks splashed in all directions, so bright and dazzling that everything around it turned into a black velvet color, only a white mist rose above the crucible.

Then, through the white mist in front of his eyes, Potter saw with horror the black figure of a man slowly rising from the cauldron, tall and thin, like a skeleton.

"Cloth me," the cold, sharp voice said from behind the steam.Wormtail whimpered and moaned, still protecting his stump arm, and hurriedly grabbed the bundled black robe from the ground, stood up, and threw it over his master's head with one hand.

The thin man stepped out of the cauldron and stared at Potter... Potter saw the face that had often appeared in his nightmares for three years, paler than a skeleton, with big red eyes and a nose as flat as a snake's, The nostrils are two thin slits...

Voldemort has risen - he thought desperately in his heart.

In a few moments the air was suddenly filled with the puffing of cloaks, and in every shadowy place among graves and behind cedar trees wizards apparated, all hooded and glowing. Cold, silver masks concealed their true faces.Feeling the call, the Death Eaters came one by one... They walked slowly and cautiously, as if they couldn't believe their eyes.

A Death Eater knelt down, and so did the Death Eaters behind him, who crawled over on their knees, and kissed Voldemort's robes one by one: "Master...Master..."

The Death Eaters who had kissed the hem of Voldemort's robe stepped aside and silently formed a circle, surrounding Tom Riddle's grave, Potter, Voldemort, and Wormtail, who was lying on the ground weeping and twitching...

There was still some gaps in the circle, as if waiting for others to join, but Voldemort no longer expected anyone to come.

He raised his hideous face, opened his two slit-like nostrils and sniffed.

"I smell guilt," he said. "There's a stink of guilt in the air."

The circle seemed to tremble, everyone wanted to back up, but no one really dared to back up.There is no wind, but it seems that everyone's black robes are shaking.

"For 13 years, you have been strong and strong, but none of you thought of coming to find your poor master... I admit that I am disappointed..." Voldemort said softly, every word of him seemed to have a special meaning to the Death Eaters. A Death Eater finally couldn't stand the pressure and fell at Voldemort's feet, "Master!" he screamed and sobbed, "Master, forgive me! Forgive us!"

He was answered with a curse:

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

The screams continued throughout the night, until the Death Eater's eyes turned pale, and Voldemort raised his wand, and the Death Eater on the ground had no strength left to breathe.

"Get up, Avery," Voldemort said softly, "stand up. You beg me to forgive? Will forgive you. Wormtail has paid some debts, hasn't he, Wormtail?"

Voldemort watched Wormtail sobbing on the ground, and said indifferently, "Although you are a despicable traitor, you helped me... Voldemort will not treat those who helped him badly..."

He raised his wand, and a band of light became a gleaming human hand, attached to Wormtail's missing arm.

"Master...it's so beautiful...thank you...thank you..." Wormtail cried again, but this time it was tears of joy.

Wormtail kissed the hem of Voldemort's robes, rose to join the circle, and, still tearful, looked back and forth at his powerful newcomer.Voldemort walked towards a figure to Wormtail's right.

"Lucius, my sly friend," he whispered, pausing before the man, "I hear that you have not given up on your past actions, despite your sanctimonious face before the world. I believe Would you still take the lead in torturing Muggles? But you never went looking for me, Lucius... Your Quidditch World Cup was interesting... but if you put your energy into finding and helping your master , isn't it better?"

"Master, I have been very careful," Lucius Malfoy's voice quickly came from under the hood, "As long as there is any signal from you, as long as there are any rumors about your whereabouts, I will immediately rush to your side , nothing can stop me—in fact, there is something I must report to you, which is the proof that I am attentive to any news from you—”

"Oh?" Voldemort lightly raised a shadow above his eyes, not interested but not indifferent.

Lucius put his head close to Voldemort's, whispered something in his ear, and slowly backed away from his position.

"My blood?" said Voldemort, his red eyes narrowed, showing no emotion.

Before Voldemort could finish his sentence, a cloaked figure in the circle staggered, as if he had suddenly lost all his strength.

Lucius raised his masked face slightly, as if carefully observing Voldemort's reaction. When Voldemort said this in front of everyone, Lucius's hanging heart fell back. He just opened his mouth, and a The figure plopped out of the circle and knelt down: "Master——I have something to say!"

Lucius didn't wait for the person on the ground to speak, and raised his voice: "15 years ago, Anna Selwyn gave birth to your child, but they concealed her existence from you, and locked her in the basement to abuse her." Beating—"

"No—it's not like that. Master—you listen to me—" The kneeling man tore off the silver mask on his face, prostrated himself on the ground, and kept kissing Voldemort's cape—

Potter saw the face beneath the mask, the man he had seen this morning, Eridins' own uncle—Arnold Selwyn—

"Arnold, what are you talking about?" The person next to him also tore off his mask, revealing the shocked face underneath - Potter also recognized that it was Arthur Selwyn. Came to Hogwarts, in order to watch Eridings play—but now, Eridings was lying on the graveyard coldly, no one noticed, and her relatives were just a few steps away— Where Eridins' body was, they were kissing the hem of her foe--

"What are you doing?! He killed Eridings—Voldemort killed Eridings!" The anger in Potter's heart suddenly overwhelmed the fear, gushing out violently from his throat, "There she is! She was killed by Voldemort!"

Arnold and Arthur looked at Potter who suddenly roared in astonishment. Only Voldemort understood what he was talking about. His cold eyes turned to Potter, and then to the body of Eridins on the mud floor: "You mean—— That girl just now is my child?"