HP Magic Biography

Harry felt his foot hit the ground hard, his injured leg twisted and fell forward.

Harry let go of the Triwizard Tournament trophy at once, and raised his head with difficulty.

Where are we? Harry asked a little confused.

Cedric shook his head, stood up and helped Harry up as well, then looked around.

Obviously, the two of them have left the Hogwarts grounds completely. Perhaps they had come dozens of miles—maybe hundreds of miles—for even the mountains that surrounded the castle were out of sight.

Now they were standing in front of a necropolis in the dark, a great yew tree and the outline of a chapel beyond could be seen. A hill rose to their left.

Harry could just make out the outline of a handsome old house on the side of the hill.

The house felt very familiar to Harry, as if, he had been there before...

Harry had been in that house, that room, that person, that snake...

Harry was a little uncertain, but the eerie atmosphere of the cemetery stimulated Harry's nerves all the time.

Cedric looked down at the Triwizard trophy, then up at Harry.

Has anyone ever told you this trophy is a portkey? he asked Harry.

No, Harry replied, looking around the graveyard, which was so dead and slightly eerie. Is this part of the mission? he asked Cedric.

I don't know, Cedric said. His voice sounded a little nervous, Get out your wand, don't you think it's okay?

Good! said Harry, nodding quickly, glad that Cedric had suggested it and not himself.

They drew their wands, and Harry kept looking around. Once again he had the strange feeling that they were being watched.

Someone is coming. He said suddenly.

They squinted nervously in the darkness, and saw a dark figure approaching, coming towards them from among the graves.

Harry couldn't see the face clearly, but from the way the shadow walked and the way his arms were clasped, he could tell that the shadow was holding something. It was impossible to see who he was, very thin, and he was wearing a large cloak with a hood covering his head and face.

The black figure took a few steps closer - of course the distance between them was shortening - he saw what looked like a baby in the man's arms...

Or is that just a pile of clothes?

Harry lowered his wand slightly, casting a quick sideways glance at Cedric.

Cedric returned him with a puzzled look. Then they all turned to stare at the approaching shadow. That

The shadow stopped beside a standing marble tombstone. Only six feet away from them.

Harry, Cedric and the man in black looked at each other for a moment. Then, Harry's scar split open in pain without a sound.

He had never felt so much pain in his life. The pain was so great that he had to cover it with his hand, which caused his wand to drop to the ground.

He bent his legs and knelt on the ground. He couldn't see anything, he just felt a splitting headache.

Harry, what's wrong with you. Cedric became tense all of a sudden, and he stepped in front of Harry, People over there, don't come over, otherwise...

However, Cedric's warning didn't help.

Harry heard a high, cold voice in the distance saying, Kill that tall lanky one.

They're going to kill Cedric!

Harry's heart trembled, but the pain of the scar made him unable to pull up any strength.

The voice was hoarse and very weak, but Harry could feel the evil, the familiarity.

The man in black took a step forward, and then raised his hand. In his hand was a bone-like magic wand.

Avada Kedavra (Avada Kedavra)!

A pale green light flashed across the night sky in an instant.

Harry's scar had never been the same, the pain made him retch once, and then the pain slowly eased.

Although he was afraid of what he was about to see, he opened those stinging eyes.

Well, I'm sorry to bother you, my friend. A tall figure stood in front of Harry.

What about this tall and thin guy? His body is very suitable and he is also very talented. I think it would be the best to play for us.

Have you taken a fancy to him?

No, it's just that I don't want to waste a good seedling.

Work for us? The hoarse voice sounded again, and then...

Like this, said the figure standing in front of Harry.

Harry seemed to see what was going on, but he couldn't act at all.

Harry saw the figure leaning down, and immediately a strong bloody breath reached Harry's nose.

Harry started to retch, but nothing came out of him.

Fan Lin naturally knew what was going on.

He came here with Trevor, in order to hide Fox's fluctuations through space.

In fact, they came just in time, at least Voldemort hadn't killed Cedric yet.

However, it is not much better.

Trevor's method was also extremely bad. Fan Lin finally understood what Trevor meant. He wanted to choose Cedric before.

It's not just that Cedric is stronger, he wants to turn Cedric into a vampire.

(Go ahead and play in Twilight, Cedric, your box lunch is here...)

However, this is always better than dying at the hands of Barty Crouch Jr.

Fan Lin was behind Trevor, and he turned his attention to Little Barty and Voldemort in his arms.

I think, I need to prepare an environment for him, here...

Oh, of course. Voldemort said hoarsely, You can take him away first.

Thank you very much. Trevor said, he grabbed Cedric and flew towards the castle in the distance.

And Harry was still a little dazed, that man should be a vampire, anyway, the strong bloody smell made Harry a little breathless, according to them, Cedric was not dead, he was saved by that vampire, but, Why Cedric...

Harry felt himself being pulled to his feet.

The cloaked man had put down his heap and picked up Harry's wand. Then he dragged Harry towards the marble tombstone. Harry saw the name on the tombstone by the flickering light of his wand.

Tom Riddle!

Then he was turned around, his back to the tombstone. The man in the cloak had magically bound Harry with thick ropes and tied him to the tombstone. Harry heard light but rapid breathing from under the hood, and as he struggled, the man hit him hard a few times...