The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

(Forget it, I will ask for leave on New Year's Eve)

"Hey hey~ let's run...Harry, how can the special guests of the rebirth party leave without authorization?" Voldemort took his time, stepping on the dry grass on the road to the grave, stroking his wand.

"All petrified!" Harry staggered back, throwing spells indiscriminately.

"Get up...Harry...the first thing you have to learn is...to bow!" Voldemort pointed his wand, the impact made Harry feel like his waist was about to break.

Three-way battle: Cyrus and Hermione against the Old World; Harry against Voldemort; Dumbledore and McGonagall against... Tom Riddle.

Voldemort watched the boy carefully, and it saw no difference in him...

This skinny boy is the prophecy it fears... No!It has no fear!It is proving the prophecy wrong!Then... the way to prove it starts with killing him!

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort's cold voice, accompanied by Nagini's hiss, reached Harry's ears.

"Disarm you!!"

However, the Killing Curse was not like Voldemort's, the wand seemed to be out of control. Facing the twin brothers, Voldemort and Harry's wands seemed to have a mind of their own.

They are fighting each other in their own way...

"Father...Mother..." Harry half-lyed on the ground, saw a familiar figure, his mother stroked his face with her palm, her eyes were full of love.

Harry watched his mother and father rushing over with an old man and a lady, and entered the place where he was connected with Voldemort's wand. The piercing pain on Harry's forehead eased a lot.

The impact of the energy burst caused Harry to be blown away, his head hit a tree, and he passed out...Before he closed his eyes, he felt something catch him.

Ah...it's a tree man...

"Teacher, your technique has regressed a lot~"

"Tom... If you give me another chance, I will kill you" Dumbledore stared at the face with the hood off, and said something that didn't fit his identity dully, the kindness in his usual blue eyes had long since disappeared.

Instead, there was a resolute killing intent.

"Tsk tsk tsk... Dear Principal Dumbledore, I'm your student~" Tom played with his wand with distinct bones, and looked towards the 'buzzing' sound coming from the sky.

It was a Muggle patrol helicopter...the fire was too big after all.

"People change...Tom, I never waste a second chance." Dumbledore stretched his hands forward, and then let the Fierce Flames blowing towards his face separate from each other as if he was pushing the air.

This is a grand fireworks show, exclusive to Principal Dumbledore...

"Harry is here!" McGonagall transformed into a stone giant with a tombstone stuck in his head, he stood in front of the unconscious Cedric, "Dumbledore! Muggles are here too... we... ..”

"Goodbye?" Fiercefire stopped suddenly, then quickly backed up, rushing towards the Muggles in the distance.

Headmaster Dumbledore divided his attention and raised his wand. Fiendfire's Hydra quickly turned into a waterfall of fire, splashed on the scorched ground, and then disappeared.

And Tom left Little Hangleton by 'apparating' as early as when he was distracted.

"Om---" A deep voice rang in the ears of the Death Eater, and then, the Death Eater who had broken the Iron Armor Curse by the Force was pulled in front of Cyrus, and with a flash of red light, Hermione pulled Its head is gone.

Cyrus and Hermione dexterously avoided every spell, each facing in one direction, defending and counterattacking... Hermione became more passionate because of the battle.

Because of the Weather Curse, the already dark sky is even more invisible to the starry sky, and even... from the dark clouds after the tornado, there are still traces of lightning surging.

"The house is sinking into the ground!"

The place where the two were standing sank instantly, as if the entire clod of soil had been dug away. The Death Eaters looked at Principal Dumbledore who had rushed over, so they also chose to leave.

"The cloak is flying (silent)" Cyrus randomly pointed at a backward wizard, the alder wand that perfectly fit the silent casting, almost without any delay, burst of energy from Cyrus' hand.

In order not to be caught, the Death Eater chose to break free...

"Malfoy!!" Cyrus' roar stunned Dumbledore in the distance. Even if there was a mask covering his blond hair, it was useless, and the Force instantly turned into substantial pressure.

The ring on Lucius Malfoy's hand flickered slightly. It was...his favorite alchemy tool, but now there was a crack.

"Your son..." Hermione's fingertips flashed with blue lightning, and the wand emitted red light, making her look even more cold and arrogant, and the loose wizard robes were shaking with the cold wind.

"Long live the Dark Lord...Avada Kedavra!" Malfoy lowered his voice, and sent them the death invitation without even thinking about it.

As he 'apparated' to leave, the mask he used to hide his face was ripped off... Hermione walked over and crushed it with her tall boots, her head lowered as if in thought.

The most primitive negative emotions of human beings made her a little impatient, so that the surrounding stones trembled and floated.

"Don't try it lightly~" Cyrus pulled her arm and shook his head slightly, "Don't be controlled by the dark side..."

"Really...what kind of father is there, what kind of son is there?" Hermione turned her head and looked at the death eaters lying on the ground in disorder on the road. The worst ones were even eaten away by the lily-of-the-valley flames. Pile of humanoid carbon.

It was like taking a sauna with acquaintances by the lava river in Mustfata.

McGonagall commanded a tree man, holding the unconscious Harry and Cedric around. Principal Dumbledore looked at the corpses on the ground and seemed to be thinking about something. He recalled the details of the battle...

Dumbledore didn't speak, nor did he feel frightened by the decisiveness of Hermione and Cyrus when they killed, he stood silently in the middle, with his shoulders on the two of them.

Fox landed on his shoulders, unlike 'Apparition' and 'Apparition', Hermione and Cyrus didn't feel the slightest discomfort, only a little warmth like sitting by the fire drinking tea in winter.

Principal Dumbledore returned to Hogwarts with the two of them, and everyone stood up...

"Son...my son!!" Amos Diggory, Cedric's father, staggered his way through the crowd, pushing his way through with superhuman strength.

He fell to his knees with a plop, lying on Cedric's body, even Qiu Zhang was clutching his chest, there seemed to be a crack spreading in her heart, like a porcelain bowl being knocked accidentally.

Harry and Cedric are both unconscious....

"He's fine, Amos" Dumbledore helped him up, and comforted him again in a slow tone, "Let him go to the hospital to rest for a while...they're tired enough..."

"What happened? Is there another person?" Fudge asked, looking at the two being carried on the stretcher.

"Polyarco is... Little Barty Crouch." Harry saw a little bit of the starry sky again, endured the pain of broken bones, and said tremblingly, "Voldemort... Voldemort has been resurrected... "

That person's name made everyone around gasp.

"What the hell happened!" Amos asked softly, hugging his wife who was clutching her chest in pain.

"It's Voldemort! He's back!!" Harry looked at the people around him with distrustful eyes, and roared out of his throat, "Can't you see... Barty Crouch Jr. has been stuck Karlov's side!"

"Impossible! Harry... don't distort the facts..." said Fudge immediately.

"Wake up... Voldemort is resurrected, Harry is not the only witness" Cyrus said softly when the crowd fell silent, "How long will you lie to yourself...Mr. Minister"

Even Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall nodded to confirm the matter, and Fudge's face was as if someone had slapped him suddenly for no reason, with his mouth open in stupefaction.

He looked utterly incredulous about such a thing.

Amos Diggory clenched his trembling fist, he let go, and his wife immediately left with Madam Pomfrey, who followed closely beside Cedric, holding his hand.

"You-Know-Who? Impossible, Dumbledore..."

Suddenly, Mr. Diggory, who was always gentle and polite to everyone, stopped the minister roughly.

"Sorry...Mr. Minister..." His Adam's apple went up and down, "He is my son!"

(Polyarco is a character in the original novel, a student of Durmstrang)