Adventures of the Prince of HP

Harry and Cedric fell headlong into the grass.

They got up, looked around strangely, ignored the trophy on the ground, and asked strangely, "Where are we?"

It seemed hundreds of miles away from Hogwarts, and they couldn't even see the mountains surrounding the castle.It was a cemetery, and a large yew tree and, farther on, the outline of a small church 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.

Cedric looked down at the Triwizard trophy, then up at Harry. "The trophy is the portkey. Is this part of the mission?"

Harry looked at the appearance of the tombstone next to it, and turned around to look at the front. He saw a towering stone statue of the god of death holding a sickle, and opposite the stone statue was a huge cauldron that could almost hold a grown man. A sense of panic and a feeling of being watched came, and his voice was dry.

"I've been here before," he said. "We'd better get out our wands."

They took out their wands and looked around warily.

A green light suddenly appeared in front of Allen's double pupils, he stood up abruptly, glanced at Dumbledore who was surrounded by everyone, and Apparated away.

His feet landed on the ground and he saw Wormtail holding Voldemort. He paused, looked behind him, and saw Harry with a splitting headache and Cedric who was on guard.

Harry saw Alan with joy in his eyes, "Your Highness..."

Seeing him, Cedric panicked, "Alan, behind you is..."

His words stopped abruptly, and Allen pointed his wand at him expressionlessly, and with a wave of the wand, the powerful magic power threw Cedric aside, and the handsome boy fell to the ground and remained motionless.

Harry's eyes widened, his head aching like a splitting pain, his eyes showed the pain of being betrayed, "Your Highness! What are you doing?!"

Allen looked down at Harry expressionlessly, waved his wand and cast a binding spell on him, rolled his eyes dismissively, turned around to look at the inhuman baby in Wormtail's arms, seemed to be a bit worried Delighted, "Brother?"

Harry struggled in disbelief and yelled because of his headache. Allen seemed to be annoyed by him, and without turning his head, he used a silence spell to seal Harry's mouth.

Seeing this, Voldemort smiled hoarsely, "Oh, Alan...my brother...well done..."

Allen approached Voldemort with a cute face and bright eyes, "Can my brother be resurrected?"

Voldemort nodded, urging Wormtail, "Hurry up."

Wormtail seemed to be extremely frightened. He trembled all over, and waved his wand at Harry. Suddenly, Harry was thrown onto the stone tomb. The Grim Reaper seemed to have life, and the long-handled scythe in his hand swung horizontally. Bind Harry's whole body there.Harry struggled desperately, looking at Alan with anger and hatred.

He trusted Alan so much!He trusted Alan so much!

It turned out that he was on Voldemort's side, and he also killed Cedric, killing Cedric so dismissively!

Harry wanted to growl, and use all the vicious words he could think of to curse the indifferent devil in front of him, but he couldn't open his mouth. If eyes could kill, Alan would have been executed by him.

But Allen's eyes are not on Harry at all now, he is watching Wormtail throw the main soul into the cauldron.Nagini hissed over and rubbed Allen's hand, [Allen, did you bring Hai Erbo? 】

Needless to say, Alan, Hai Erbo climbed down from Alan's wrist and turned into a snake the same size as Nagini. The two snakes came together, and the tails of the snakes were gently intertwined with each other, hissing back and forth.

Nobody here cared about the two snakes, all eyes were on the cauldron.

Bubbles quickly appeared there, and even sparks splashed out. It looked like it was set with diamonds. Allen stepped back slightly, and heard Wormtail trembling, "Ready, master."

Wormtail lifted Voldemort into his arms and lowered the tiny body into the cauldron.

Harry couldn't help expecting that Voldemort would be drowned, his scars were aching like they were on fire, and he couldn't help praying in his heart, let this devil be drowned... When he saw Allen, who was neatly dressed, he couldn't help feeling a kind of disgust in his heart, and finally Well the cauldron is blown up, let's blow up this fellow who betrayed the people, friends and everyone!

Wormtail murmured, and he raised his wand, his voice trembling, as if terrified, but methodical, and with his wand, he took a leg bone from Riddle's tomb, and read, "Father's bone, accidentally donated ...for your son, rebuild your body!"

As soon as the bone reached the top of the cauldron, it caught fire, and as it fell into the cauldron, the diamond-like surface of the water cracked, hissed, and sparks flew, turning it a bright, poisonous deep blue.

Allen was a little disgusted, but the more disgusting was yet to come.

Wormtail whimpered softly, and he took out a silver short sword from his clothes, sobbing, "Servant flesh, voluntarily given, for your master, reshape flesh and blood." He held out a missing finger With his right hand and left hand holding the sword, he slammed down and screamed instantly.

Allen looked at this traitor with admiration in his heart. He could be so cruel to himself. Although he is a small person, he should not be underestimated, but... His stomach began to churn, and this scene made him sick. He watched the pot turn into The fiery red potion, muttering in his heart, if it wasn't for saving the boy, he wouldn't have watched this act...

Wormtail gasped and groaned in pain, and just kept walking toward Harry.Allen stopped him and glanced at him, "Back off, I'll do it."

Wormtail flinched and backed away gratefully. He clutched his painful hand and collapsed to the side, moaning softly.

Allen looked at Harry, and he could see endless anger from those green eyes. He chuckled and said, "Savior, remember not to just use your eyes, use your brain more...don't trust anyone so easily ’” He raised his wand and cut Harry’s sleeve open, blood soon oozed out, and the blood was guided by him to float straight into the cauldron.

Wormtail yelled, "Blood of your enemies, bring your enemies back to life!"

There was nothing Harry could do, his headache nearly burst,

The steamer boiled slowly, sparks shot out again, but there was no other change... Allen glanced at Wormtail, "Are you sure you didn't make a mistake?"

Wormtail bowed in humility and cowardice. He didn't quite know how to address Alan, and panicked, "Absolutely not..."

As soon as his words fell, a thick fog floated in the cauldron, a tall and thin black silhouette appeared in the fog, slowly rose from the boiler, and the misty black houses around him condensed on him, becoming She took off an ethereal black robe and slowly fell to the ground.

Alan stared blankly at the man in front of him, with smooth and fair skin like pearls, but that face... was extremely pale, with a nose like a snake... blood-red eyes... seemed terrifying, but Alan could see There is a strange sense of beauty, but this appearance is too different from Tom's... What about the hair?

He couldn't help swallowing, doubtful and uncertain, "...brother?"

Voldemort stroked his chest and face, and the feeling of controlling himself returned. He ignored the two snakes on the ground, turned his head and walked towards Allen, pinching the young man's white and moist chin with his pale and cold hands , the two were very close, he saw the disbelief in Allen's eyes, and his tone was very dangerous, "What?"

The saints hidden in the darkness were worried, if something happened to the young master and a drop of sweat slowly dripped from Nicklaus' forehead, how would they explain to His Excellency.

That finger froze Allen, and he blinked, "It's nothing, it's just your appearance...a bit beyond my expectation..."

Voldemort stroked his hair, narrowed his eyes somewhat comfortably, "wait here obediently..." Then he walked towards Wormtail and got his yew wand.

The Saints breathed a collective sigh of relief.

"Master..." Wormtail choked up, "Master..., you promised...you did promise..."

"Stretch out your arm," said Voldemort.

"Oh, master... thank you, master..." Wormtail held out the bloody stump expectantly, but Voldemort smiled. "The other arm."

"Master, please...please..." Voldemort pushed Wormtail's running sleeve up to his elbow with his wand, and there was a dark gray pattern on it, a skull with a snake coming out of its mouth.

"The Dark Lord is back," he said softly, "They must have noticed...now we will know..." His finger pressed on the mark, and the mark instantly became black and shiny, and the blackness in the sky The cloud condensed into the appearance of the Dark Mark.

A cruel and satisfied expression appeared on Voldemort's face. He turned around and looked around the dark tomb, and pulled Allen over abruptly, wrapping one hand around Allen's waist, and stroking Allen's neck dangerously with the other hand, "How many people will dare to come back when they feel that I am resurrected?"

He murmured, his blood-red eyes staring at Allen, "How many people would be stupid enough to leave?"

Allen didn't answer, his eyes widened.

Clouds of black mist quickly landed on the ground from the Dark Mark, and turned into what he had seen in the World Cup - tall and pointed black wizard hats, silver masks with skulls, they One by one, the people fell to the ground, kissed the hem of Voldemort's robe, and stepped back to form a circle respectfully.

Voldemort let Alan go, looked at them and said, "It's been 13 years, the Dark Lord has to admit, he's disappointed. None of you have come to me in these years." He grabbed their masks one by one, " Crabbe, Goyle, McNeil..." He walked up to a wizard and waved off the man's mask, "Not even you...Lucius!" His voice was extremely dangerous.

Allen lowered his eyes, knowing that Voldemort would always settle the accounts in the diary, Lucius couldn't escape the Cruciatus Curse, and didn't try to stop it.

Lucius took off his hat and knelt on the ground, "Master, I assure you, if I find any signs..."

Voldemort interrupted him impatiently, swung a Cruciatus Curse, and heard Lucius scream, "Lucius, even Alan can get clues from the World Cup and find the weak Dark Lord, help He has regained his strength..." His voice paused, "Oh, yes, Alan is my brother, so brothers are naturally different from servants, aren't they?"

Allen said, "Brother, don't criticize Mr. Malfoy, he provided me with the Malfoy family's library, so I can find the restoration..." He paused, [Your Horcrux], he switched back to English , "The way of..."

These Death Eaters are probably like government departments, with undercurrents. After all, Draco is still his best friend, and he has helped the little peacock by keeping Lucius' position.

The Cruciatus Curse stopped, and Lucius immediately continued Allen's voice, "Yes, master, I have provided His Highness with all the privileges of the Malfoy family's collection of books, and I fully support His Highness's help to you." He gasped slightly, " You know, I used to be loyal to you, and the Ministry of Magic always monitors me annoyingly, and my every move is under their attention, so I can only help you through His Highness."

Voldemort looked at Allen, "Really? Allen."

Alan walked to him with a chuckle, "I'm not a brother, how can I know what they are thinking?"

Voldemort laughed, "Alan, my dear brother... You said you would not join the Death Eaters, and the Dark Lord also felt that it was inappropriate..."

Allen showed a cute smile, "What does that brother think is appropriate?"

Voldemort chuckled, "They should also kneel in front of you... That mark is something that servants need to burn..."

Allen smiled and allowed him to stroke his neck obediently, "I am the crown prince, of course I am not a servant. As long as my brother does not harm Muggles and Muggleborns... I will never oppose you."

Harry's anger stopped, he struggled in great pain, and then became even more angry, this villain, how can he still have the right to call himself the crown prince if he obeys this devil so much? !How can you still be qualified to protect those ordinary people!

Voldemort's eyes became dangerous. He pressed Allen on his chest. Allen felt as if he was wrapped in a piece of ice, but soon, the cold hand unbuttoned his shirt and reached into his clothes. Here, Allen paused, his heart beating a little uncontrollably.

Feeling the tightness of his body in his arms, Voldemort didn't mind. He had already confirmed that the little guy's position was actually on his side. He stroked Alan's warm body and said with a hint of danger, "Will the Dark Lord Will hurt Muggles... depends on your attitude..."

Allen's eyes sank, his hand was like a piece of ice, his heart was a little cold, he tried to break away from Voldemort, but the arm around his waist was as solid as a rock, he took a deep breath, "Brother knows, I never I never rebelled against you." He paused, "...brother, your hands are too cold."

"This is..." Voldemort let go of his arm, took his hand out of Alan's shirt, and seemed to be patiently buttoning Alan's buttons one by one, and even adjusted his tie, "The Dark Lord believes in Alan sincerity." The big hand caressed Alan's face, "Be good...the Dark Lord will give you everything you want..."

He let go of Alan, looked at Cedric in the distance, and then looked down at Harry, "Harry, I almost forgot that you are still here, you are standing on the remains of my dead father," he said Said softly, "I was going to introduce you to them, but I heard you are as famous as me now?"

"Oh Boy Who Lived, let me reveal the truth about that night. See how I lost my powers, eh? It was love. You see, the lovely Lily Potter lost life, and gave him the strongest protection that I could not touch him."

"It's an ancient magic, I should have foreseen it... But it doesn't matter anymore, now, I can touch you!" He quickly moved to Harry's eyes, stretched out a finger and pressed Harry firmly. Seeing the scar on Harry's forehead, and seeing Harry's painful expression, he waved his wand, and Alan's silence spell failed.

Harry's screams echoed in the graveyard.

Voldemort didn't seem to think it was enough, so he cast a few Cruciatus Curses.

Allen stood beside him indifferently and expressionlessly.He actually understood what Voldemort did, causing himself to fall from the throne into the dust and live like a dog for 13 years, but he still couldn't kill him.

Voldemort heard enough screams, laughed and backed away, stretched out his hand to pull Alan's wrist, but Alan avoided him, he paused, and looked at Alan dangerously with blood red eyes.

Allen chuckled, "Brother touched him just now... your hands are dirty."

Voldemort laughed suddenly, he took the handkerchief that Alan handed over with a good temper and wiped his hands in a serious manner, "Alan is right, the Dark Lord shouldn't touch Harry Potter and get dirty. hand, to touch his only brother."

The Death Eaters let out a piercing laugh at his words.

Voldemort spread his arms. "Oh, Harry Potter is filthy. How can such contact contaminate my brother?"

Lucius took the opportunity to say, "That's too dirty, how can it contaminate His Highness!"

The Death Eaters echoed.

Allen's eyes were cold and his face was expressionless. Looking at Voldemort's crazy appearance, his heart sank more and more, and there was no time to delay the fusion of souls. Such a crazy, almost irrational appearance... no shame for him.

Voldemort waved his wand, and the Grim Reaper who had trapped Harry let go of the scythe, and returned to a lifeless state again. Voldemort said, "Bring Harry Potter back..."

Before he finished speaking, a spell with red light flew over suddenly, and Sirius appeared behind him. Soon, more than a dozen wizards jumped out from all around. Sirius stared at Voldemort firmly, with killing intent. .

Lupine and Mr. Weasley looked at Alan with complicated eyes and a little worry. Dumbledore told them that Alan didn't believe it when he found Voldemort's hiding place and became a spy, but now it seems true.Allen never liked people touching him, and now he must be very uncomfortable to be held in Voldemort's arms.

They quickly launched an attack, and the Death Eaters immediately fought back. For a moment, the entire cemetery was covered by colorful lights.

Allen quickly stroked the invisible ring on the middle finger with his right thumb, signaling the saints not to participate.With the Armor Charm on his side, he was about to make a symbolic attack when a cold hand grabbed his wrist - Voldemort held him in his arms, casting the spell with only his other hand.

Allen lowered his eyes and didn't resist. He was unwilling to fight against those people in the first place.

Out of their expectation, Dumbledore appeared, the old man held Voldemort in check, and a wizard following behind took the opportunity to rescue Harry. On the other side, Cedric was also taken away.

There was Allen in Voldemort's arms, and for a while the two sides fought equally, he and Dumbledore were facing each other.

Dumbledore looked at Allen with a golden head protruding from Voldemort's arms, his eyes were a bit complicated, but he still did not forget to build momentum for Allen, "Let go of my student!"

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, looked down at Allen, and hissed, 【Allen, have you tricked the old bee? 】

Allen hissed in a low voice, 【His old lover Grindelwald is my uncle. 】

Voldemort's eyes showed interest, and he let go of Alan with great interest, [Go. 】

Dumbledore signaled Allen to retreat behind him, and the wizards behind him were already fighting and retreating. His wand made a sharp fireworks explosion, and the apparition disappeared.

When they reached the Shrieking Shack in Hogsmeade, Ellen wrenched the old man's hand and took a step back.

Harry twitched in pain in Sirius' arms, saw Alan, and pointed at him angrily, "He is a villain, he has taken refuge in Voldemort, he deceived everyone!"

Sirius pressed Harry's hand, Lupine handed Harry a piece of chocolate, and explained on the side, "Harry, Alan is Dumbledore's spy. He confirmed Voldemort's hiding place and told us that the final will be a problem, we can save you in time."

Harry's chest heaved violently, he looked at Lupine in disbelief, then at Sirius, then at Dumbledore and Mr Weasley, all nodded at him, and he looked at Alan again, " But he killed Cedric!"

Allen tilted his head slightly, waved his wand, and Cedric slowly woke up, but he stood aside without saying a word.

Harry gasped and swallowed, still in disbelief, "You helped Voldemort to be born again!"

Dumbledore said, "Oh, Harry, that's enough, you just need to know that Allen is definitely for everyone's good." He blinked, "Okay, now that it's all right, let's go back, those The boys waiting for the final are still waiting for you and Mr Digory."

Cedric looked at Alan blankly, and belatedly remembered everything. Mr. Weasley beside him quickly explained everything to him, and Cedric came over, looking at Alan with admiration and gratitude, "Thank you so much, Alan, you saved my life."

Alan raised a smile, "Let's go back to school, you and Harry are tied for the top three championships!"

Dumbledore went back with the three students and Sirius who must follow, and the other wizards returned to their respective places.

When they saw them appear, there was a burst of music and cheers in front of the maze. The little wizards of Hogwarts went crazy. The two firsts were from their school!

Draco rushed off the stage and hugged Harry, Sirius looked upset and didn't say anything.

Mr. Digory hugged Cedric, flushed with excitement, and patted him on the shoulder vigorously. "Good boy, good boy!"

Cedric's eyes followed Alan on the side, and when he withdrew to the side and sat down without changing his expression, the blond boy from Durmstrang immediately came to talk to him, and he couldn't help but smiled wryly, "Dad, I was almost killed by the mysterious man." Kill it, thanks to Alan knocking me out in time and diverting the mysterious man's attention."

Mr. Digory's face turned pale in an instant, and his excited heart stopped beating instantly, or rose to a level that he could hardly feel. In short, he was a little suffocated, and swallowed hard, "Merlin!" He hugged Cedric with tears in his eyes, "Merlin! Merlin bless you!"

Dumbledore cast the Loud Voice Charm, "I am very pleased to report that Mr Potter and Mr Digory jointly captured the Triwizard Cup and tied for first place."

The cheers from the venue startled the birds in the Forbidden Forest.

Dumbledore didn't smile at all, he said, "However, there is extremely bad news. The trophy was made into a portkey, and they encountered Voldemort."

The place was instantly quiet, there was no sound, and everyone's faces turned pale.

"Fortunately, they came back safely in the end. Let us pay tribute to them and be careful at the same time. However, please remember that in the dark days, as long as we light the lamp in our hearts, everything will be fine."