[HP] My lovely little prince

Voldemort is back, this sentence shocked the entire wizarding world.

For more than ten years, the entire wizarding world is still immersed in the fear created by Voldemort. The most intuitive feeling is that in the entire wizarding world, there are no more than ten people who dare to directly say the name Voldemort.

And today, Harry screamed and howled and told everyone that Voldemort was alive, that he really was back.

14 years ago, all reports about Voldemort used the same word, disappear.

Because no one believed that Voldemort was dead, how could the terrifying dark wizard who had caused the entire wizarding world turmoil for nearly ten years to die so easily.

This is indeed the case. Since Harry entered the first grade, Voldemort has appeared frequently. From the very beginning, he possessed Quirrell trying to steal the Sorcerer's Stone, and the Chamber of Secrets incident in the second grade. This year, he finally, really appeared.

Harry didn't want to tell the story of the incident a second time, he was too scared, too scared, recalling the pain of being tied to the tombstone and suffering Cruciatus, it almost made him collapse.

"Thank you, Ron, if it wasn't for the Portkey you wanted..." Harry said to Ron with a wry smile.

A lot of things happened in the maze. Originally, Harry and Cedric walked to the finish line together. The two decided to raise their glasses together to accept the honor. Then, the moment they touched the Goblet of Fire, they felt as if they were hooked. Hooking her navel, she spun rapidly in the air, and was then transported to a desolate cemetery.

The surroundings of the cemetery were gloomy and cold, and Harry and Cedric both received some shock.

"Did someone tell you that this trophy is a portkey?" Cedric looked around nervously.

Since both of them got some news from different channels in the first two games, Cedric subconsciously thought that this was some new game pattern.

"No, no one told me, what about you, is this part of the game?" Harry's glasses accidentally fell to the ground when they hit the ground just now, and he just retrieved them and put them on.

"No, let's take out the wand, what do you think?" Cedric was the first to take out the wand from his pocket.

"Of course, of course, I mean, your proposal is absolutely right." Harry, like Cedric, held his wand and looked around carefully.

The two stood back to back, scanning the surroundings. For some reason, Harry suddenly had a strange feeling, as if someone was watching them.

"Someone is coming." Cedric said suddenly.

Harry shivered subconsciously, and quickly looked behind him. A vague figure was slowly walking in the direction Cedric was facing.

He was walking through a cemetery, and Harry couldn't see the man's face clearly, but he could only vaguely see that he seemed to be holding something from the robes and posture he was covering.

The man was short in stature and wore a hooded cloak that completely obscured his face.

"It's Peter Pedilu." Anna said suddenly.

Harry closed his eyes and nodded, "That's right, it's him." Ron and Hermione gasped, and Ginny almost cursed angrily, but Anna held her shoulder.

"Go on, Harry, go on."

Harry took two deep breaths, then continued.

Pedillo stopped in front of a tall marble monument, about six feet away from them, and it was only then that Harry caught sight of the visitor and realized his identity.

Then Harry's scar began to ache from the distance. For the first time in his life, he felt such severe pain. He couldn't even hold his wand in pain. He could only hold his head in his hands, curled up into a ball, and Cedric grabbed Holding his wand, he stood in front of Harry.

"Who are you! What do you want to do!"

A cold voice spoke: "Kill that one who gets in the way."

The moment Harry heard the voice, he figured everything out. It really was a conspiracy, and the speaker was none other than Voldemort.

The two had a conversation in the first grade, and he still remembered that insidious, cold, and cruel voice.

"Cedric, run! Run!" Harry struggled to his feet, pushing Cedric away.

While struggling, Cedric grabbed Harry's sleeve and accidentally tore off the cuff button. With a pop, Cedric disappeared.

Harry was overwhelmed by a great despair and joy at the same time, he was happy that Cedric had escaped safely, and he despaired of his own fate.

Just when Harry was in a daze, Pedilu put down the burden in his hand, lit his wand, and after a quick confinement, Harry was trapped on a tombstone, and Harry saw the name of that tombstone in a daze .

Tom Riddle.

Harry was firmly trapped on the tombstone, unable to move at all. Harry struggled hard, but it turned out that all of this was in vain.

In this silent cemetery, Harry suddenly heard a rustling sound. He looked towards where the sound came from, and found a huge snake. Harry felt that the snake looked very familiar, as if ...

"Nagini, my good boy."

Another voice came from the package, and Pedilu twitched, as if he had heard some horrible ghost story.

Harry suddenly understood that Voldemort was speaking Parseltongue.

After checking the ropes on Harry, Pedilou got busy again. He was fiddling in the cemetery, and a huge cauldron was pushed out. Harry swore that he had never seen such a big cauldron in his life. It's a bathtub, the kind that can hold an adult sitting down.

After stacking the cauldron and firewood, Pedillo poked the bottom of the cauldron with his wand. Harry's mind was still swollen, and Harry could only vaguely hear him muttering something.

In the next second, a flame ignited under the crucible, and the big snake silently walked to the location of the package. Its huge tongue was lying on the side of the package, and the letter was exposed outside, licking the contents of the package one by one.

"Hurry up! Wormtail." The voice in the package was sharp and cold.

"Soon, that's all right, my master." Wormtail replied tremblingly.

When the liquid in the entire crucible turned a diamond-like light, Wormtail finally had a new movement. He opened the package, revealing Voldemort inside.

Harry sucked in a cold breath, and was quite frightened, but unfortunately his mouth was blocked, and no sound could be released.

Voldemort was like a disgusting piece of rotten meat, a rotting baby.

This baby has no facial features, only a piece of tender red flesh on its face, as if it has been peeled off, there is no skin on the whole body, only some broken scales, if it is not for the distance, Harry doubts that he can see him Pus dripped from his body.

When Wormtail got closer and closer, Harry realized that he seemed to have misread it. The baby's face had some organs, at least it had a pair of sparkling, blood-red eyes.

Harry watched Wormtail throw Voldemort into the cauldron, and Harry prayed thousands of times in his heart, let him drown, just drown, please Merlin.

Wormtail took out his wand again, closed his eyes, and pointed his wand at the stars in the sky.

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

Harry felt the vibration under his feet. The tombstone under his feet moved away, and a wisp of ash rose from it and slowly fell into the cauldron.

The diamond-like liquid instantly crackled and turned into a bright blue.

Wormtail gritted his teeth, tremblingly took out a dagger from his cloak, he sobbed and cried, "Servant...servant's meat, voluntarily donating...can bring...your master back to life."

Harry stared wide-eyed, watching in disbelief, Pedilou turned his head, then raised his knife and cut off his own hand.

A scream echoed through the sky, and Harry seemed to hear the sound of his severed hand falling to the bottom of the cauldron.

The blue liquid crackled again, and just as Harry suspected the cauldron was about to burst, the liquid changed again, this time to red.

"The blood of the enemy is forced to be sacrificed, but your enemy is resurrected."

Harry watched Pedillo approaching with a knife, struggling again, but unfortunately he was bound too tightly, the silver dagger was dangling in front of him, Harry felt the trembling Feeling the touch, the sword pierced his arm, and blood flowed from the wound. Pedilu took out a glass bottle from his pocket, and the blood flowed into the bottle along the mouth of the bottle.

After the glass bottle was full, Pedilu hurried to the side of the crucible and poured the blood into the crucible. This time, the liquid in the crucible turned white. After seeing the transformation of the liquid, Pedilu finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then Sitting limply on the ground, holding his severed hand and crying.

The liquid in the crucible was spinning, and the gurgling bubbles seemed to burst out of the crucible in the next second. Harry just stared at the crucible, still looking forward to a very small event, in case Voldemort Drowning, what if Pedillo's potion is so bad that Voldemort dies?

As said, the cauldron calmed down, and a white steam curled up. Harry looked at the white steam, and then stood up alone from the steam.A tall and thin man who looked like a skeleton.

"Give me clothes." The skeleton said.

Pedilu quickly got up, and then took out a black robe from the package to wrap the skeleton.

After 14 years, Voldemort finally had a body again. He lowered his head and began to check his brand new body. His blood-red eyes looked terrifying in the darkness.

Pedillo's arm was still bleeding, and his face was already very pale. The big snake came winding from the other side, moving around Voldemort's feet, and circling him.

"Hold out your hand, Wormtail."

Pedirou's snot and tears flowed out from crying, and then stretched out his bloody broken arm. Voldemort looked at the broken arm with a sneer, as if it was just something unimportant.

"Not this one, Wormtail."

Suppressing his crying, Pedilu stretched out his left arm. Voldemort opened the sleeve of his clothes, revealing a pattern. From a distance, he felt that the pattern was very familiar, as if it was Quidditch. The one seen at the World Cup.

"I'm back and everyone will know."

Voldemort touched the pattern with his finger, and Harry felt a sharp pain again, there was a popping sound in the air, and black figures came from a distance.

"You are back, Master."

A masked man in black robe spoke.

Having said this, Harry gritted his teeth and looked up at Anna.

"It was Malfoy's voice, Anna, I recognized it. It was Lucius Malfoy."

Anna's face was pale, she couldn't believe it, her hands were trembling on her knees.

She wanted to refute, what Draco said, his dad, wasn't that kind of person, his dad wasn't a Death Eater... what Draco said.

But now Harry told her that Draco's father was such a person.