The Charles Becomes a Wizard

After a dizzying moment, Harry and Cedric Diggory, who were holding the trophy at the same time, fell heavily to the ground. Harry's face touched the wet ground, and it seemed as if an invisible chill penetrated his body from the ground.

Harry hurriedly got up and observed his surroundings.

Obviously, this is a cemetery.

Tombstones of various sizes stand in an orderly manner. The air is filled with the smell of decay and death. It is quiet all around. The wind blows through the woods outside the cemetery, and the dry branches make a rustling sound, which is creepy. Occasionally, the hoarse calls of one or two crows add a bit of desolation and weirdness.

"Are you all right?" Cedric Diggory whispered.

"Not bad." Harry looked at the familiar environment around him and felt the uneasiness in his heart surge up like a tide.

"Where are we?" Cedric Diggory looked around.

"I, I've been here." Harry's pupils trembled slightly when he saw the name carved on the largest tombstone. "I've been here in my dreams."

He had dreamed of this place more than once during the holiday before school started.

If his dream was true, then besides this tombstone with Tom Riddle (1905-1943) engraved on it, there should also be...

Oh no, this is a trap!

"Cedric, go back to the trophy!" Harry shouted in horror to Cedric who was looking around.

"What are you talking about?" Cedric asked in confusion.

There was a sudden "creaky" sound not far away, and Harry turned around hurriedly, only to see the wooden door of the hut that originally belonged to the gravekeeper being slowly pushed open.

A tall and thin man who looked like a skeleton walked out slowly from the door. The dim light inside made his already strange and ugly face look even more weird.

He had a pair of bright scarlet eyes with narrow pupils, and his pupils were erect like a cat. His skin was pale and emitting a pearly light, as if it had scales. He not only had no hair, but also no lips. There were two thin nostrils on his face. He looked like a python wearing a black robe.

"Ah, ah, ah..." The moment he saw the man, the scar on Harry's head began to hurt wildly. He clutched his hair tightly with both hands, his body kept shaking, and he kept making miserable cries.

Cedric Diggory's heart trembled at the tragic scene. He walked quickly to Harry and wanted to help him up.

"Harry, what's going on?"

"Go, go to the trophy!" Harry gritted his teeth and squeezed out a word from his throat.

The young and energetic Cedric Diggory did not listen to Harry's words. He raised his wand and pointed it at the man who suddenly appeared and asked loudly: "Who are you! What do you want to do?"

"Well," the man's scarlet eyes glanced at Cedric Diggory casually, and he just raised his hand slightly, and a spell flew out from his wand, hitting Cedric Diggory's body. His voice was low and hoarse: "When facing the Dark Lord, you should learn to respect."

"Cedric!!!" Harry screamed.

The light from the wand was particularly conspicuous in the dark graveyard, and even more obvious was the scream that came from Cedric Diggory's mouth.

This always elegant young man covered his chest with his hands, and rolled and tumbled in pain on the muddy and dirty ground. His cry was like a sharp dagger, cutting through the silent sky and startling the birds in the woods, but making the man with a snake face smile with appreciation and pleasure.

If... that could be called a "laugh".

"Stay away from him!" Harry endured the severe pain in his head, raised his wand, and cast a spell at the man, but the other party dodged it easily.

"Oh, Harry, I almost forgot you were here too." The man suddenly turned his gaze, letting go of the tortured, pale, dying Cedric Diggory, and waved the wand in his hand again.

The next second, Harry seemed to be strangled by the neck by something invisible. Harry's toes left the ground and his body flapped weakly in the air like a fish out of water.

Due to lack of oxygen, his face quickly turned purple and his eyeballs became bloodshot. He grabbed his neck painfully, trying to break free from the restraints, but it only left bloody marks on his neck.

Just when Harry thought he was going to die here, the man suddenly lifted the spell, and Harry's body fell heavily to the ground from mid-air.

His mind was blank and he breathed in the humid air almost greedily.

"The Boy-Who-Lived," a finger like a pale spider's leg vaguely brushed across Harry's cheek, "Ha, a legend made of lies."

Harry opened his eyes blankly, and the man's scarlet eyes were full of malice.

"Want me to tell you the truth about that night thirteen years ago?" The man stood up again and waved his wand again without looking back. Cedric Diggory tried to support his body behind him and flew out, hitting a tombstone so hard that Harry could even hear the crisp sound of his bones.

"Perhaps your little one will wonder what really happened that night."

"It's because of love. You see, when that lovely Lily Potter gave her life to protect her only child, she also gave the utmost protection."

The man's speech speed suddenly increased, and his expression became a little more crazy: "It prevents me from touching you. That is a very ancient magic. I should have thought of it a long time ago."

"But because of that magic, I lost all my magic power."

“But it doesn’t matter. Things will change soon.” The man’s voice suddenly became calm again. “Tonight, you and your friends will be the final sacrifices.”

Sacrifice, offering?

Harry swallowed nervously.

"Oh, Harry, your parents will be so proud of you, especially your vile hemp-blood mother." The man laughed, his hoarse voice like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

"You should consider yourself honored to be one of the stepping stones for the greatest Dark Lord to ascend to the throne."

Several men in black appeared out of nowhere and dragged Harry and Cedric Diggory, who were lying on the ground, towards the gravekeeper's cabin.

The devil, who was standing far away on a tree branch and taking everything in, hugged the kitten, whose fur instantly stood up on his shoulder, back into his arms.