A friendly day at Hogwarts

A passionate kiss.

Both of them could feel each other's rapidly accelerating heartbeat almost without any hindrance.

If he didn't have to worry about Harry's situation, Glenn would have wished this moment could last forever.

"Let's go quickly..." After a moment, Qiutong pushed him away with a red face.

"Ah...okay..." Glenn arranged his clothes in a panic, and turned around in a dazed circle before summoning Rooney.

After a while. There was a crisp sound, and the bald house elf appeared in front of the two of them.

"Should we set off, Master Glenn?" he asked respectfully.

"Yeah, yes." Glenn nodded, "Go to Riddle Cemetery in Little Hangleton Village. Don't get too close to avoid being discovered."

"No problem." Rooney reached out and pulled his sleeve, preparing to apparate.

Glenn seemed to think of something again and quickly stopped him.

"Wait a moment, there is one more thing." He said, drawing out the wand again and applying a stun spell on the fake Moody, and then looked at Qiu, "You also need to pay attention to safety. If this guy shows signs of waking up, don't forget to I need to reapply the coma spell again.”

Qiu looked at him softly and nodded: "Don't worry, I'll see you later."

"it is good..."

There was another "pop", and Glenn and Rooney also disappeared.

When their vision brightened again, they had appeared in front of an old house that had been abandoned for a long time.

"This is the old house of the Gunter family. It's not too far from the cemetery, Master Glenn." Rooney introduced, "You only need to walk north for about two or three minutes to get there."

Glenn glanced at the ruins where Voldemort hid the ring and Horcrux, and said: "Okay, you just wait for me here. When things are resolved over there, I will come back to you. If there is any change in the plan, Dumbledore will summon you. Go straight back to Hogwarts."

"Okay, Master Glenn." Rooney bowed without hesitation.

Saying goodbye to the house elf, Glenn immediately started Wind Step and walked towards the Riddle old house not far away in an invisible state.

The cemetery where Lord Voldemort's father, Tom Riddle, is buried, is located in the valley near the old manor.

As Rooney said, it only takes a few minutes to walk from the ruins of Gunter's house. With the acceleration effect of Wind Step, this time will be even shorter.

Soon, the path in front of me came to an end, revealing a dark cemetery.Due to years of neglect, even the entrance to the cemetery has become overgrown with weeds.

"It's you?!"

There was an exclamation from the cemetery, and it was Harry's voice.It seems that he has been found by the Death Eaters who stayed with Voldemort.

Judging from this reaction, this Death Eater must be someone he has seen before.

Kurban Yaxley.

On the system map, the cursor corresponding to this name overlaps with Voldemort.

He was also a half-acquaintance. He was easily dealt with by Glenn at the Quidditch World Cup and was arrested together with Old Crouch.

It seems that after Wormtail was arrested, he was the one responsible for providing the Servant's Bones.

"Sorry for disturbing you..."

Glenn bowed slightly to several nearby crosses and tombstones, apologized quietly, and then hid behind a tree, pushing aside the branches and leaves that blocked his view to take a closer look.

About fifty feet away from him, two figures could be seen in the moonlight.

One of them was Harry, who was already tied to old Riddle's tombstone, half-body hanging in the air, struggling in vain.

It could be seen that he was in extreme pain due to the severe pain from the scar, but because something was stuffed in his mouth, he could not make any sound.

Not far away in the other direction, the Triwizard Tournament trophy lay quietly on the ground, shining slightly with a blue luster.

After confirming that Harry was tied up, Yaxley turned away with Voldemort in baby form in his arms, and soon returned with a huge cauldron.

That thing is said to be a crucible, but it is more like a bathtub, with a diameter of more than two meters.

At this time, the big snake Nagini came out of nowhere, wrapped around the tombstone where Harry was tied, and spit out snake messages.

Yaxley carefully used his wand to control the crucible and landed it on a shelf. The liquid inside swayed but did not spill out.

He leaned down and touched the crucible with the tip of his staff, and a crackling flame suddenly burst out.

Nagini glanced at the crucible, turned and swam into the darkness.

Although the stealth ability of the Wind Walk was foolproof, Glenn still took a look at its direction on the map to make sure it was not coming towards him, and then turned his attention back to Harry.

Unlike ordinary liquids, the potion in the crucible seemed to heat up very quickly. In the blink of an eye, the surface had begun to boil, dazzling sparks burst out, and large clouds of rich steam spread out.

At Voldemort's hoarse command, Yaxley pulled away the cloth wrapping him, revealing his ugly body that was the size of a baby.

Fortunately, Glenn was far away from them and could not see the specific image. He could only hear Harry exclaiming. Even if his mouth was gagged with a ball of cloth, he could not stop the sound from coming out.

Yaxley tremblingly put Voldemort into the crucible. Sparks flew from the surface of the potion and there was a hissing sound.

Then, he raised his wand, closed his eyes, and said to the night sky in a pious voice: "The bones of my father, donated unintentionally, can make your son reborn!"

The grave beneath Harry's feet suddenly trembled, and the mound cracked open without warning. A plume of dust rose into the air, and then fell softly into the cauldron.

The next second, the hissing sound in the crucible became louder, the flying sparks suddenly became violent, and Yaxley's black robe reflected a coquettish blue.

"A voluntary donation of your servant's flesh...will enable your master to—"

Yaxley did not look at the changes in the crucible, but continued talking to himself, while pulling out a sharp silver dagger from his robe.

He put the wand back into his pocket, raised the dagger, pointed it at the wrist of his right hand, and swung it down hard.

"Rebirth..."

As the severed hand fell into the cauldron, he continued with gasps of pain.

This guy is also a ruthless person. He could endure the pain of having his hand cut off without even letting out a scream.

A dazzling red light glowed in the cauldron, and Yaxley walked tremblingly to Harry's side, raising the dagger under his horrified gaze.

The sharp tip of the dagger pierced Harry's arm easily, and bright red blood flowed out, soaking through his robe sleeves in an instant, and slowly dripping into the glass bottle that had been prepared.

Yaxley threw away the dagger and returned to the crucible with the bloody glass bottle, his body shaking slightly due to excessive blood loss.

"The blood of your enemies...forced to be given, may bring your enemies...back to life."