Harry Potter's Otherworldly Archmage

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's Wormtail.

"It's you!" he exclaimed.

There had never been such a moment when Harry was tormented by endless regret. A second ago, if he could calm down and listen to Augustus' reminder, things would not have evolved to this point.Wanting to defeat Augustus head-on in the triwizard hegemony, and to prove himself to Qiu Chang, the desire is too strong, so that he is blinded from the correct perception in his heart.

Tonight, Fleur was inexplicably eliminated first, and then Krum made a series of unreasonable moves by the side of the trophy, which he himself saw. Unfortunately, sometimes, ** itself is like a coquettish Manjusawa on the edge of a cliff to us , clearly knowing that stepping on a wrong step will lead to an abyss, but still can't help but try.

So far, the only way to do everything is to obey the destiny, wait patiently for the development of things, and look for a chance to escape.

"Our little friend has traveled thousands of miles. He came from Hogwarts. Naturally, we have to hold a grand celebration party for him," a sharp voice sounded from the package, and Harry's heart gradually became cold. Such a familiar voice , seems to be no different from the tone in the dream.

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 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 on fire, Master."

"Now..." said the cold voice.

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 servant's - meat - self-voluntarily donates, to bring - your master - back to life."

As if feeling that something was about to happen, Potter looked at the other three figures in the darkness with pleading eyes, but unfortunately, the three of them remained unmoved by his pleading eyes, and just watched all this with interest.

"The blood of your foe...forced to sacrifice...can bring your enemy...to life."

There was nothing Harry could do to stop him, he was bound too tightly... he struggled desperately to break free from the ropes that bound him.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.

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.

"Dress me," said the grim, shrill voice behind the steam.Sobbing and moaning, still protecting his stumped arm, Wormtail 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 and stared at Harry... Harry saw the face that had been in his nightmares for three years, paler than a skeleton, with big red eyes and a nose as flat as a snake's nose. The nostrils are two slits...

Voldemort is resurrected.

"Congratulations, my lord, for being reborn," a waxy voice sounded, and there was a smile on the corner of Freya's mouth. Although the plot changed a lot, under their struggle, the boss of this faction finally returned perfectly.

"Very well, Voldemort will never forget what you have done." Voldemort's crimson pupils shone with sharpness. "Those who choose to help me during this period will receive unimaginable honors and rewards."

"Stretch out your arms." Turning his head to look at Wormtail, Voldemort's scarlet eyes were full of laziness.

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

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

He pressed his long, pale forefinger to Wormtail's arm.

"How many people have the guts to come back after feeling it?" he murmured, his glowing red eyes staring at the stars in the sky, "and how many people would be stupid not to come?"

"Captain, the Lord God will not create tasks without difficulty. To prevent Harry Potter from escaping, given our familiarity with the plot, it is absolutely impossible for him to use the Flying Curse on the trophy tonight." Balder looked at the standing man with his eyes closed. The blond boy lowered his voice. "so?"

"So, the only point of conflict," Freya continued, "is that someone will definitely come to rescue Potter tonight. In terms of our rating in the Lord God, and taking advantage of Voldemort's advantage, if it's just the Central Continent team, I'm afraid it's only possible to give us reward points. Then, I'm afraid there will be other forces involved?"

Baldr nodded slightly, and said decisively, "It seems so. According to the development of the plot, I'm afraid it's impossible for Dumbledore to come here in person. Other than him, it would be useless for anyone to come here."

"During your stay at Hogwarts, how much did you know about Augustus?" The boy with eyes closed who had been silently asked suddenly.

"The information is not very detailed. I can only dig out some basic information about him from the mouths of some surrounding students. He is the heir to the first family of wizards in the UK and one of the Hogwarts warriors." Freya thought for a while, and said yes The boy said.

"Captain, do you think this person will be the main point of conflict in tonight's mission?" Baldr asked with a serious face.

There was a trace of doubt in Freya's brown pupils, "With his current age and the strength limitations of this low-level plane, it's really hard to imagine what trouble he can cause us."

The blond boy sighed slightly, "Having experienced so many planes and worlds, for us reincarnations, any aborigine mentioned by the main god cannot be underestimated, let alone the role that exists as the third largest camp. The existence alongside Dumbledore and Voldemort is definitely a potential force with a high degree of threat to us. In fact, rather than face this unknown dangerous factor, I would rather Dumbledore, who knows everything, come to the rescue Harry."

A look of guilt appeared on Freya's face, "It is my responsibility to collect information, and I was too careless this time."

The boy waved his hand slightly.

The air was suddenly filled with the sound of cloaked pawns.Between the tombs, and behind the cedar trees, in every shadowy place there were apparitions of wizards.They all wore hoods and covered their faces.They came one by one... slowly and cautiously, as if they couldn't believe their eyes.Voldemort stood there in silence, waiting.A Death Eater fell to his knees, climbed up to Voldemort, and kissed the hem of his black robe.