94 hp Diagon Alley

There was a gloomy silence. "Is that part of the game too?"

"I don't know," said Cedric, in a strained voice, "draw your wand, what do you think?"

"Okay." Harry was glad Cedric said it first.

They drew their wands, and Harry kept glancing around.He had that strange feeling again, as if someone was watching them.

For some reason, Harry found this environment very familiar, so he sneaked his hand inside the robes, where Sirius had hidden Harry before the game.

"Someone is coming," he said suddenly.Then he tightly grasped the silky cloak in his arms.

Nervously, they squinted their eyes and looked into the darkness. A figure was walking towards them step by step between the graves.Harry couldn't make out the man's face, but from his gait and the position of his arms, he seemed to be holding something.He wears a hooded cloak that hides his face.A few steps closer - and the distance between them shrinking, Harry could see that the man was holding what looked like a baby - or was it just a bag of clothes?

Harry lowered his wand slightly.He looked at Cedric, and Cedric gave him a questioning glance.The two stood low and hid behind a tombstone, staring at the approaching figure.

The dark figure stopped before a towering marble headstone, only six feet away from them.One step further and the man was about to meet Harry and Cedric's eyes.

Suddenly, Harry's scar ached sharply.He had never felt such severe pain in his life.The wand slipped to the ground, he covered his face with his hands, his legs bent and fell to the ground, he couldn't see anything in front of him, and his head seemed to explode.

He heard someone above his head say loudly and coldly: "He is behind the tombstone."

Harry realized for a split second what he might be dealing with - or, rather, who it might be.The strength and speed burst out from nowhere, overcame the pain of tearing the scar, pulled out the invisibility cloak in his arms, and covered Cedric.He held down the Hufflepuff warrior, and before he could say a word, a red light shot fiercely at the tombstone in front of them.Rocks fell on Harry's body, one seemed to hit Cedric's head, and the boy fell unconscious.

The short man in the cloak had put down his bundle, lit his wand, and dragged Harry towards the marble headstone.Harry saw a name in the flickering light of his wand before being shoved and bumped his back against the headstone.

Tom Riddle

The man in the cloak conjured up rope and tied Harry tightly to the tombstone, one knot after another from neck to ankle.

"Who are you?" Harry asked wheezingly.

The man didn't answer, he had finished tying the rope.His fingers trembled uncontrollably as he groped for knots.After confirming that Harry was bound tightly and unable to move, he gagged Harry's mouth.Then, without saying a word, he hurried away.Harry couldn't make a sound, and couldn't see where the man had gone.He couldn't turn his head to look behind the tombstone, he could only see the scene directly in front of him.

A fainted Cedric lay twenty feet away.A little further on, the Triwizard Cup glistens in the starlight.Harry's wand dropped at Cedric's feet.The bundle that Harry guessed was the baby was nearby, under the grave.It seems restless.Harry stared at it, his scar burning hot again...he realized suddenly that he didn't want to see what was in the bundle...he didn't want that bundle to open.

He heard noises at his feet, and looking down, he saw a large snake slithering across the grass, circling around his tombstone.Harry instinctively didn't want the snake to find Cedric, although he didn't want to admit it, but his former opponent might be the only hope now.So he kept struggling to keep the snake's attention on himself.The short Death Eater - now Harry knew who his master was - the servant's wheezing and wheezing sounded again, he seemed to be pushing something heavy - a huge cauldron filled with There was water—Harry heard a splash.The cauldron was larger than any that Harry had ever used, and could accommodate a full grown man in it.

The things in the baggage on the ground moved more vigorously, as if they were about to break free.The Death Eater was busy tapping his wand on the bottom of the cauldron.Suddenly there was a crackling flame under the cauldron.The big snake swam into the darkness.

Harry heard the sharp, grim voice again.

"quick!"

The whole surface of the water was now sparkling with sparks, as if studded with diamonds.

"It's on fire, Master."

"Now..." said the cold voice.

The Death Eater ripped the bundle off the ground, revealing its contents.Harry let out a cry of surprise, but was choked by the gag in his mouth.

A slimy, eyeless ugly thing emerged from the bundle—no, it was even scarier than that, a hundred times scarier.The thing the Death Eaters carried looked like a curled up baby. It had no hair, and it seemed to have scales on its body. Its skin was dark and red, like wounded tender flesh.Its arms and legs were thin and limp, and its face--no living child had such a face--was that of a flat snake with sparkling red eyes.

Harry saw the disgust on his pale, frail face in the firelight.The Death Eater carried the thing to the edge of the cauldron, and for a split second Harry saw the wicked flat face illuminated by splashes of dancing water on the potion's surface.He put the thing in the cauldron, and it sank with a hiss.Harry heard the soft click of its limp body against the bottom of the cauldron.

Let it drown, Harry thought, his scar burning almost unbearably, please... let it drown...

The Death Eater was talking, his voice trembling, agitated and excited.He raised his wand, closed his eyes, and said to the night sky: "Father's bones, donated by accident, can make your son regenerate!"

The grave opened beneath Harry's feet, and Harry watched in horror as a tiny wisp of dust rose into the air at the wizard's beck and dropped gently into the cauldron.The diamond-like surface of the liquid cracked, hissing, sparks flying, and the liquid turned a bright red blue, instantly poisonous.

The Death Eater let out a whimper of happiness.He drew a long, thin, silvery dagger from under his cloak. "A servant's - meat - self-voluntarily donated, will bring - your master - back to life."

He stretched out his right hand, then tightly grasped the dagger with his left hand, and swung it towards his right hand.

Harry didn't realize what this man was going to do until the last second, and he closed his eyes tightly, but he couldn't stop the scream that pierced the night sky and went straight into Harry, as if he, too, had been stabbed by a dagger .He heard something hit the ground, the Death Eater gasp in pain and pleasure, followed by a sickening splash as something was thrown into the cauldron.Harry didn't want to look... but the potion turned fiery red, and the bright light shone into Harry's closed eyelids...

"The blood of your enemy...forced to sacrifice...can make your enemy...resurrect." The Death Eater had already walked in front of him, it was an ugly middle-aged wizard with a hideous face, and Harry was sure he had never met him.

Harry struggled desperately to free himself from the ropes that bound him, and through the slits of his eyes he saw the dangling silver dagger quivering in the Death Eater's single hand.He felt the point of the dagger pierced his arm, and blood trickled down the torn sleeve of his robe.The servant took out a small glass bottle from his pocket and placed it next to Harry's wound, a small amount of blood flowed into the bottle.

He staggered to the cauldron with Harry's blood and poured it in.The liquid in the crucible immediately turned blinding white.The Death Eater had completed his task, ignoring his broken arm, staring at the cauldron with burning eyes, sobbing excitedly.

The cauldron was about to boil, and diamond-like sparks flew out, so bright and dazzling that everything around them turned a black velvet color.

Suddenly, the spark on the crucible went out.A puff of white vapor rose from the cauldron.Then, through the white mist in front of his eyes, he saw with horror the black figure of a man slowly rising from the cauldron, tall and thin, like a skeleton.

"Dress me," said the grim, shrill voice behind the steam.The Death Eater got up trembling, and placed one hand over his Master's head.

The thin man stepped out of the cauldron and stared at Harry... Harry saw the face that had been in his nightmares for three years, paler than a skeleton, with big red eyes and a nose as flat as a snake's nose. The nostrils are two slits...

Voldemort is resurrected.

The wretched Death Eater fell on the ground, kissing the corner of Voldemort's robe over and over again, and choked out "Master...Master...".

"Stretch out your arm," said Voldemort lazily.

"Oh, Master...Thank you, Master..."

He held out his bloody broken arm, but Voldemort sneered again, "Not this one, Avery."

Voldemort bent down, took the Death Eater's left arm, and rolled his sleeve up to the elbow.Harry saw something on the skin that seemed to be a bright red pattern - a skeleton with a snake coming out of its mouth, the same pattern that had appeared in the Quidditch World Cup: the Dark Mark.Voldemort studied it carefully.

"It's back," he whispered. "They'll all notice it... Now, we'll see... we'll know..."

He pressed his long, pale index finger to Avery's arm.

The wound on Harry's forehead ached again, and Voldemort lifted his finger from the mark