[HP] Walk in Thorns and Flowers

Harry Potter staggered and straightened his body. He looked around blankly. Several tombstones were inserted crookedly on the weedy hill. He raised his eyes and looked into the distance. Black clouds stick to the low skyline, where the familiar surrounding mountains are gone...

"Did someone tell you that the trophy is a portkey?" he asked uneasily.

Cedric glanced at the Triwizard Cup, then at the unfamiliar environment, and shook his head gently.The two looked at each other, and pulled out their wands nervously.From the layers of darkness, three figures slowly emerged, the one in front was bloated and short, the one in the back was slender and tall, and the one was undersized.They wore cloaks, like ghosts floating above the wilderness, swimming closer step by step.

A strange feeling rose in Harry's heart.He turned his head to look at Cedric, and found that he was also on guard.

Finally, the three of them stopped in front of a tall marble tombstone. Suddenly, Harry's scar ached violently, and he felt that his forehead was about to split from the slit.At this moment, a high-pitched voice shouted: "Kill those who are in the way!"

A whoosh and then a high-pitched shout pierced the night sky, "Avada Kedavra!"

The unexpected red light almost split the gloom.

Pettigrew? Peter turned around in horror and looked behind him. His hand was still waving, but the wand had already rolled into a corner.Harry and Cedric took a step back in palpitations, and this was—

"Kerry?" The high-pitched voice impatiently called their all-too-familiar names.

"He won't hinder you." The little figure didn't show any intention of showing up.Yet her name, her voice, the curls of pale golden hair beneath her cloak all spoke of who she was.

Cedric called softly in disbelief, and immediately, his whole body seemed to be poured with ice water over his head. The tall man stared at him indifferently, it was Uncle McMillan!What the hell happened!

"Oh, but he will hinder you, Keli." There was a strange kindness in that strange voice, "Kill him, Keli."

Harry shouted anxiously: "Kerry—don't be bewitched by him! Kerry! Wake up!" Cedric grabbed Harry who was about to run forward, and he looked not far away complicatedly She didn't move, but he knew very well that perhaps he shouldn't have too many extravagant demands when she was on the opposite side of them.He clenched his wand tightly, but he couldn't suppress the turbulent emotions in his heart, Kelly, she... He couldn't imagine that there would be today.

"Not yet?"

Christo felt her fingers trembling slightly, why was Cedric there?She didn't dare to look at the teenagers opposite, she really wanted to obey Voldemort's order...

"Clearly—" began Mr. MacMillan.

Kristo looked up at him beggingly.

"He shouldn't be your weakness."

Cedric's heart agitated, "Harry, if I die, please take me..."

"Avada Kedavra!"

Harry's heartstrings tensed at this moment, it was too late, Christo's determination exceeded their expectations, before the Disarming Curse could be uttered, the dark green light had already hurt his eyelids.Cedric opened his eyes and opened his mouth, but he could not speak, and fell heavily, sprawled on the ground, and did not move again.

Pettigrew? Peter looked at the father and daughter in horror, couldn't help but took a step to the side with the burden in his hand, "You..." He only felt that an invisible big hand was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't spit out a word. Words, two pairs of similar cold eyes staring at him, only made him want to stay away in panic.

"Do you want to end up like him?"

Pettigrew? Peter swallowed. He recalled the first time he saw Christophe. She was so small and harmless. Apart from her extraordinary intelligence, she was no different from a child in an ordinary wizarding family.When he was arrested, he only thought she was as courageous as her former "friends", but now...

He was silent.

"Are you trying to overdo the effect of the medicine? You idiot!" Christo walked up to him and took away the burden in his arms. She could feel Voldemort's undisguised probing eyes, and she spoke, rationally In the appropriate tone, "Go and catch him."

Harry was still immersed in Cedric's death at this moment, looking at the pair of gray eyes that could not be closed, until a short figure was reflected in the eyes, he suddenly came back to his senses, however, he had already been dragged up .He struggled and looked at Pettigrew? Peter, this was his father's former friend who killed his parents, and he looked not far away, where his former friend stood, her expression was indifferent, as if What she just killed was not her childhood companion, but a strange passerby.

Harry just felt a terrible pain.

Christo watched all this, Occlumency concealed all her emotions, she was expressionless, but she couldn't help laughing at herself in her heart, maybe Professor Snape couldn't pick a bone when he saw it.

Seeing Harry tied up next to the grave, she took a deep breath, summoned the cauldron, lit the flame, and the transparent and viscous liquid began to boil. She turned to look at her father, and Mr. McMillan was invisible Nodding, she suddenly hated it, and really wanted to throw the bag in her hand into the hot liquid.She looked at Voldemort in the bundle. It was sticky, dark red, and disgustingly ugly. His life at this moment was completely in her hands. If he died together...

"Kerry, let's get started." Mr. McMillan looked at his daughter who had been waiting for a long time, and had to remind him.

"It's still half a minute away." Christo lowered her eyelids and found an excuse. However, the half minute was over after all, and she had to put Voldemort into the cauldron.

She looked at the vast sky, and all the past flashed through her mind.Just let her be selfish once, and after that, she will definitely kill this demon with her own hands.

"Father's bones, donated unintentionally, can regenerate your son."

The grave opened beneath Harry's feet, and a cloud of dust rose and fell into the cauldron.

"Your servant's flesh, donated voluntarily, can regenerate your master."

Pettigrew? Pettigrew whimpered and walked over with difficulty. He tremblingly stretched out his right hand. Chris glanced at him and stroked down neatly. The screams echoed throughout the wasteland. Blood spattered Christo all over, and she threw away the dagger in disgust.

Pettigrew? Peter gasped and groaned in pain.However, Christo recited the next incantation without hesitation as if she hadn't heard it at all.

"The blood of your enemy, compelled to sacrifice, may resurrect your enemy."

Harry watched Pettigrew. Peter came over. He was bound so tightly that he couldn't struggle at all. The dangling silver dagger pierced his arm, and the blood flowed down and sprinkled everywhere. , Pettigrew? Peter took a small amount and staggered towards Christophe.

The bright red blood fell into the crucible and instantly mixed into the fiery red potion, and the liquid rolled into a dazzling silvery white in just a moment.Krystal threw the glass bottle aside, and she said a little spell to clean up the blood stains on her hands.

The crucible was about to boil, and diamond-like sparks flew out.Pettigrew? Peter took a step back protecting his stumped arm. He glanced at Chris gratefully. Although the bones were exposed, it was better than a broken arm.He lowered his head seemingly respectfully, but glanced at Christo from the corner of his eye. The girl finally became a little normal. She seemed a little nervous, and gently grabbed Mr. McMillan's palm.

"Nonsense!" He heard Mr. McMillan scold in a low voice, and shook Christo's hand away.

Pettigrew? Peter was at a loss. He maintained his humble posture and waited, waiting...

A tall, thin figure of a man suddenly rose from the smoky cauldron. "Dress me," he ordered grimly.Pettigrew? Peter quickly grabbed the black robe from the bundle and put it on for his master.

The smoke dissipated, revealing the pale face of the skinny man. His face was so familiar to Harry and Christie. It was like the grown-up version of Tom Riddle that they met in the Chamber of Secrets, except that there were more eyes in the pair of majestic eyes. Rapture and vicissitudes.He looked at his moving hands. At this moment, he couldn't see anyone around him. He slowly drew his wand out of his pocket in a nostalgic gesture, and his pale fingers stroked back and forth on the black wand.

"Master, welcome back." The McMillan father and daughter said respectfully.

Voldemort suddenly laughed sharply.He glanced at Peter Pettigrew, who was holding his arms twitching, and couldn't wait to cast a spell.Pettigrew? Peter was so frightened that he knelt down on the ground, and then, he was pleasantly surprised to find that his wounds had stopped and began to slowly grow pink and tender granulation.

Voldemort pulled up Pettigrew Peter's arm, and looked at his results with satisfaction. He rolled up Pettigrew Peter's sleeve to his elbow, revealing the bright red Dark Mark.

"It's coming back...they'll notice it, we'll see...how many have the guts to come back...and how many will be stupid not to come?" To Christo, he asked indifferently: "Kerry, you hate me."

"No, master, you're right, he will hinder me. I'm just at a loss." Christo raised her head, "I'm a little sad, but also a little happy." She showed a subtle look , like crying and laughing.

Obviously, her confusion pleased Voldemort, "One day, you will understand how ridiculous those sorrows are."

He turned his gaze back to Harry and gave him a cruel smile.