Hogwarts: The Way of the Dharma

Harry felt himself out of the vortex, and he fell heavily to the ground.

"Whoosh!

"Boom!""

Krum also fell from the Firebolt and rolled not far away, and because his Firebolt was not controlled by anyone, it gradually became invisible.

"Where is this?"

Standing up, Harry patted the dust off his body, glanced at Krum, who had not recovered yet, and observed the surrounding environment.

Harry had never known that the Goblet of Fire was still a portkey, and it was completely out of Hogwarts' distance.

Now he was standing on a dark overgrown cemetery, and he could see a church on the right and a bare hill on the left, nothing.

At this point he and Krum didn't know if it was dozens or hundreds of miles away from Hogwarts.

"Where is "two six zero" here? 35

Krum's hoarse voice mixed with a hint of pain sounded, he staggered to Harry's side, and asked in half-baked English:

"Is this a competition item? What challenges do we have to face?"

"No," Harry vetoed, "this is no longer Hogwarts, maybe something has happened."

While speaking, he glanced around vigilantly, and the pain from the scar made an alarm bell in his heart.

Krum was obviously dissatisfied, there were too many accidents since the start of the Triwizard Tournament.

"Why, we can't have a normal game, I..."

"Avada Kedavra!"

A sharp and crazy female voice sounded, and a green light passed through Harry's hair.

He heard a heavy fall to the ground behind him, and at the same time, the scar on his forehead was in extreme pain, and he felt nauseated.

Krum didn't make any sound, the four stretched out and lay on the ground, he was dead.

I don't know if he regretted activating all the spells on the bracelet that Alvin gave him in the maze.

If the Iron Armor Curse remained until now, maybe he could live a little longer.

"Well done, Bella, got in the way."

An extremely indifferent male voice complimented, as if what was just resolved was not a life, but just cast an ordinary floating spell.

"Bring Harry here. Don't hurt him.

The piercing pain made Harry lose his ability to resist, and he could only watch as he was dragged up and headed towards the marble tombstone.

Before hitting the tombstone, Harry saw a name between the flashes of his wand.

"Tom Riddle."

And he finally saw the woman who cast the Killing Curse and controlled him - Bellatrix Lestrange.

The Azkaban fugitive, who was as famous as Sirius before, was looking at him with playful eyes and sneered.

"Savior? An immobilized piece of trash frightened by the Killing Curse. 35

"Bella!

With a hint of dissatisfaction, the indifferent male voice stopped her next words, "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up."

"Yes, my master." Bellatrix hurriedly agreed, walking quickly behind the tombstone and took out a stone cauldron, which was huge enough to hold an adult sitting in it.

The liquid in the cauldron kept boiling, and Bellatrix kept adding various herbs that Harry didn't recognize.

"Hello, Harry.

The indifferent male voice called softly, Harry tried to turn his head to see what he looked like, but he failed, Bellatrix tied him too tightly.

"Introduce yourself, my name is Tom Riddle, your old friend."9

A cold finger touched Harry's scar, making him feel like his head was about to explode.

Harry at this time can be sure that this Tom Riddle must be Voldemort.

No one else could have had his scars react so violently.

Voldemort was resurrected, and a great panic rose from his heart.

"It's burnt, master. 99

"bring it on...

Bellatrix shuddered, not panic, but excitement.

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

"The flesh of a servant, donated voluntarily, may regenerate your master! 99

Speaking of this, she became more and more excited, and without hesitation, cut off her left hand with a wand and threw it into the cauldron.

Finally, she stared at Harry, at the wound he had just bruised from a fall, and used the Flying Charm to summon the blood flowing out...

"The blood of your enemies, forced to give, may make your enemies prosperous!"

Harry looked up at the sky in despair, he couldn't stop all this from happening, he could only watch Bellatrix complete the whole ceremony.

Diamond-like sparks flew outward, Voldemort stepped into the cauldron without hesitation, and Harry prayed that he would be burned alive.

Unfortunately, the spark went out, white steam rose from the crucible, and a tall and thin figure stood up from the crucible.

With his actions, a powerful aura also swept out.

The magic burst into a gust of wind, which instantly shattered the cauldron.

And Harry, who was lying on the ground, and Bellatrix, who was caught off guard, were also blown away and took a mouthful of mud.

"Put me a robe."

Voldemort commanded calmly, Bellatrix disregarding his embarrassment and his bleeding arm.

Hastily found a green robe and ran to his side.

After getting dressed, Voldemort also noticed Bella's tragic situation.

"My most loyal servant, you have suffered. 99

A hypocritical sentence of comfort, and even the tone of voice did not fluctuate, but Bella was moved to cry.

With the magic wand on the bleeding place, a cloud of black mist spewed out and wrapped Bella's arm.

It didn't take long for a white and tender arm like a newborn baby to be reshaped by 1.0%.

Bella fell to the ground gratefully, kissing Voldemort's jio.

Ignoring her, Voldemort looked at his body with satisfaction, feeling the same powerful magic power as it was ten years ago, with a look of enjoyment on his face.

Snape deserves to be one of the magic potion masters in the magic world. A potion that was originally used for resurrection has been modified so that it can restore all his injuries and sequelae.

Incredibly powerful.

But he didn't bother, Snape was still loyal to him, and even in his weakest period, he did his best to complete his task.

Is a loyal servant!

Slowly placing the wand on Bellatrix's Dark Mark, Voldemort said softly:

"I Voldemort, I'm back!"