daughter of the professor

That set.

However, in the next second, there was a strong suction force, and for a moment, Harry felt a force pulling his body violently, and then his legs were lifted off the ground.His hand was firmly fixed on the trophy, and he couldn't let go of it.

Immediately afterwards, Harry and Cedric were lifted up again, and suddenly felt the wind howling around them, and their eyes could not be opened, but they could vaguely feel that they were no longer in the maze. Harry thought to himself: "Could it be possible to get the trophy Can you just go back outside?"

If someone was here, maybe he would tell him: "Congratulations, you guessed it right, but you went directly to the outside, but it is not the outside as he thought."

Harry felt his foot hit the ground hard, his injured leg twisted and fell forward.He let go of the Triwizard Tournament trophy and raised his head with difficulty.

"Where are we?" he asked.

Cedric shook his head, stood up and helped Harry up as well, then looked around.Obviously, the two of them had left the Hogwarts grounds completely.Hogwarts was probably tens of miles away, maybe hundreds of miles, because even the mountains that surrounded that castle were no longer visible.Now they were standing in front of a necropolis in the dark, a great yew tree and the outline of a chapel beyond 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 at the trophy of the Triwizard Tournament: "Has anyone told you about the origin of this trophy, or what kind of ability it has? You know, there are more or less attached to wizard things. Ability. Maybe this trophy as well, so that brought us here."

Harry shook his head: "I don't know, maybe, this is part of the game, maybe there are tasks we need to complete here?"

"I don't know," Cedric said.His voice sounded a little nervous, but it was clearly a cemetery, so eerie, "Get out your wand, don't you think?" "Yes!" said Harry, glad Cedric suggested it and not him. Own.They drew their wands, and Harry kept looking around.Once again he had the strange feeling that they were being watched.

"Someone is coming." He said suddenly.They squinted nervously in the darkness, and saw a dark figure approaching, coming towards them from among the graves.Harry couldn't see the face clearly, but from the way the shadow walked and the way his arms were clasped, he could tell that the shadow was holding something.It was impossible to see who he was, being very short, and wearing a large cloak with a hood covering his head and face.The black figure took a few steps closer—of course the distance between them has been shortening—

— what he saw in the man's arms looked like a baby...or was it just a pile of clothes?

Harry lowered his wand slightly, casting a quick sideways glance at Cedric.Cedric returned him with a puzzled look.Then they all turned to stare at the approaching shadow.

The shadow stopped beside a standing marble tombstone.Only six feet away from them.Harry, Cedric and the little black man looked at each other for a moment.

Then, Harry's scar split open in pain without a sound.He had never felt so much pain in his life.The pain was so great that he had to cover it with his hand, which caused his wand to drop to the ground.He bent his legs and knelt on the ground.He couldn't see anything, he just felt a splitting headache.

Far above his head, Harry heard a high, cold voice saying: "Kill the tall thin man." After a few seconds of rustling, another scream pierced the night sky: "Avada Kedavra !"

A flash of green light flashed through Harry's eyelids, and then he heard the sound of something heavy falling to the grass beside him, and the pain in his scar had never been so painful that it made him retch, and then the pain slowed down. Slow down.Although he was afraid of what he was about to see, he opened those stinging eyes.

Cedric sprawled and fell to the grass beside him.Into a "big" character, he died.

In the blink of an eye Harry looked at Cedric's face, at his wide gray eyes, his expression as empty as the windows of an old ruined house, and his slightly Surprised half-open mouth.However, just before his mind began to accept what he saw, just before he could shake off the numbness, doubt and unbelief that filled his mind, he felt himself being pulled to his feet.

Before being pulled up, the first thing Harry thought of was not Dumbledore, not Snape he feared, not Mia he liked, but Cedric's father, who showed ridicule and disgust towards him, But facing his son who smiled very gently, never lacking in praise and praise, Harry thought: "How sad he would be if he found out about Cedric's death."

Slowly, Harry's mind slowly became clear, and he felt that the dwarf in the cloak had put down the pile of things in his hand and picked up his wand.Then he dragged Harry towards the marble tombstone.With the flickering light of his wand, Harry saw the name Tom Riddle on the tombstone, and then he was turned around, his back to the tombstone.

The man in the cloak had magically bound Harry with thick ropes and tied him to the tombstone.

Harry knew he was in trouble now, and he felt he had to figure out how to escape for himself, for all those who were waiting, and for delivering the dead Cedric into the hands of his loved ones.

Looking sideways at Cedric who was still lying on the ground, Harry felt his eyes sour and couldn't help thinking: "Maybe it's my fault, this is a trap, a trap for me, if I didn't insist on him Get the trophy with me and he won't be brought here, maybe he won't die."

Harry knew it wasn't right to think like this, but he couldn't control his thoughts. This wasn't the first time he had come into close contact with death, but it was the first time he had seen someone die directly in front of his eyes like this, just like when he was a child Like his parents, he left this world, Harry thought, a scene he would never want to see again.Sadly, things don't always go the way we want them to.

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☆、Resurrected Peter

Harry heard the light but rapid breathing under the hood, and finally came to his senses and knew that he should struggle hard, maybe he could escape successfully, even though it was just a fantasy for now.

Annoyed by Harry's struggle, the man hit him hard a few times - with his hand that was missing a finger.Harry remembered for a moment who was under the hood—Peter.

"It's you!" he gasped.But Peter was busy tying him up, and without a word he was busy checking that the rope was tight.His fingers trembled as he felt the knots in the ropes.It wasn't until Peter was sure that Harry was tied tightly to the tombstone that he couldn't move a step, that he took out a black thing from the cloak and stuffed it into Harry's mouth.Then, without saying a word, he turned around and ran away quickly.Harry couldn't scream, and couldn't see where Peter was running. —He couldn't turn his head to look behind the tombstone, he could only see what was directly in front of him.

Although Harry got the news from his godfather Sirius that Peter had escaped, he never saw him again. He thought he would hide in the countryside or even live in a remote place. Lupine once sighed and said, How about this, treat Peter as dead, treat it as breaking off their ten-year relationship at school, and when they meet again, they will be sworn enemies.It's just that Harry didn't expect that he actually saw Peter here again, and it seemed that he had definitely joined the Death Eaters and planned to help them kill him.

Cedric's body lay about twenty feet away.Beside him, the Triwizard Tournament trophy gleamed in the starlight.Harry's wand was on the grass near his feet.The pile of laundry that Harry had thought was the baby was also nearby, at the foot of the tombstone.The pile seemed to vibrate restlessly.Harry looked at it, his wound throbbing again...he realized suddenly that he didn't want to see the contents of that pile of laundry...he didn't want to see the bag opened.

He could hear the sound of his feet.He looked down.A giant snake was swimming among the grass.Swimming around the tombstone Harry was strapped to.Peter's rapid panting sounded again.It sounded like he was pushing something heavy across the grass.In a moment he was in Harry's field of vision.Now Harry could see that he was walking towards the tombstone with a large stone cauldron, which seemed to be full of water, Harry could tell from the sound of splashing, and the stone cauldron It was the biggest one Harry had ever seen in his life.It's big enough to fit a grown man in.

The contents of the pile of laundry on the grass stirred more vigorously, as if it were struggling to get out, and now Peter himself was busy with a wand at the bottom of the large stone pot.Suddenly, crackling flames emerged from the bottom of the pot.The big snake slid away and disappeared into the darkness.

The liquid in that big stone pot seems to heat up easily.Not only did bubbles bubble up from the surface of the liquid, but sparks flew in and out, as if it were on fire.The action under the cloak became more intense.

Then Harry heard the high, cold voice again: "Hurry up!"

The entire surface of the pot of water was covered with sparks, and it looked as if it were studded with diamonds.

"Ready, master."

"Now..." the cold voice sounded.

Peter pulled back the bundle of clothing in the grass, revealing its contents.Harry let out a cry - unfortunately choked by the mass in his mouth.

Peter then produced what appeared to be a pile of rotting flesh in the shape of a human child on its knees.But Harry had never seen anything so unchildlike, hairless and scaly.Its back is black and red.Its arms and legs were thin and frail, and its face, like no child's, was flat and snake-headed, with twinkling red eyes.

The little thing looked so helpless as it lifted its tiny arms around Peter's neck.Wintail picked it up.Just then its hood fell back, and Harry saw the disgusted expression on Peter's thin, pale face by the light of the fire as he carried the little thing to the edge of the cauldron.A moment later Harry saw the little thing's wickedly flat face smoldering in the sparks dancing and flickering on the water.

Harry gasped, he couldn't help his eyes, just stared like that, watching Peter go to the big stone pot, put the thing in the pot, there was a hissing sound in the distance, and then the The thing just disappeared from the water.Harry heard its tiny body hit the bottom of the pot softly.

The severe pain tortured Harry's fragile nerves. Harry gasped, looked at the stone pot, and prayed in his heart: "Please, please, drown it, drown it."

Peter muttered words.His voice trembled.He looked terrified by the creature beyond intelligence.He raised his wand, closed his eyes, and shouted to the night sky: "Father's bone, give infinitely, give your son a chance to be born again!"

The graveyard cracked beneath Harry's feet.Horrified, Harry saw a beautiful puff of dust rise into the air under Peter's spell, and then gently fall into the pot.The diamond-like surface of the water split open.Hiss.Sparks fly.The surface of the water turned a bright, ecstatic dark blue.

Now Peter began to whimper under his breath, and from under his coat he drew a long, narrow, bright silver sword.His voice became a trembling sob again. "The muscles of the servant, give it voluntarily, and give your master a chance to be reborn!"

He held out his right hand—the hand with the missing finger.He gripped the silver sword tightly in his left hand, and swung it forward.It took less than a second for Harry to realize what Peter was about to do.So he tightly closed his eyes.

But he couldn't stop the scream that pierced the night sky.The yell pierced through Harry's eardrums, as if he, too, had been pierced by the silver sword.Then he heard something fall to the ground.Hear Peter's painful gasp, followed by a sickening splash.It looked as if something had fallen into the pot.Harry couldn't help but look over, and now the pot of water had turned fiery red.Its blinding light pierced Harry's eyes.

Peter gasped for breath, and groaned in pain.Harry didn't realize Peter was standing directly in front of him until he felt Peter's painful breath on his face.

He said: "O blood of the enemy...conquered by force...you shall...reanimate your opponent..."

There was nothing Harry could do about it, he was bound so tightly that he found it difficult to move.He glanced down, struggling desperately in the rope, the gleaming short sword dangling in Peter's hand.Then he felt the point of the sword piercing the bend of his right arm.Blood dripped from his tattered clothes.Still panting in pain, Peter took out a small glass medicine bottle from his pocket, and stretched it out to Harry's wound.A large drop of blood fell into the bottle.

He staggered back to the stone cauldron with Harry's blood in his hand.Pour blood into it.The liquid kept changing until it turned into an empty white.Peter knelt by the boiler, exhausted, as if his work had been done.Then he fell to the side, lying on the grass, panting and whimpering, clutching the bloody spot on his arm.

The boiler boiled slowly, and sparks shot out again.There is no other change.

Harry felt that his blood was still flowing downwards, and his body was a little cold, but he couldn't care about it anymore. He looked at the stone pot, and the uneasiness in his heart became stronger, and he couldn't help closing his eyes , blocking the flow of tears: "Merlin, let him drown, please."

Unfortunately, Merlin was still in a deep sleep and could not hear his prayers.

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☆, resurrection

Merlin couldn't hear people's pleas, so Harry could only watch helplessly as the sparks in the stone pot suddenly went out.In its place was a huge puff of white smoke.Covering everything in front of Harry.He couldn't see Peter or Cedric, all he could see was the steam hanging in the air, and through the smoke he saw the dark silhouette of a man, tall and thin, slowly rising from the boiler. .

"Put clothes on me!" A high, cold voice sounded from behind the fog.Still whimpering and groaning, Peter shook his wound and crawled to pick up the pile of black clothes on the grass.Then he staggered to his feet, tiptoed, and with one hand he pulled the clothes over his master's head.

The tall, thin man stepped out of the boiler and stared at Harry... and Harry stared at the hideous face that had haunted him for three years - paler than his skull, with big black red eyes , a flat nose like a snake's nose, and many slits in the nostrils, Voldemort was resurrected.

He looked at Harry coldly, as casually as if looking at an insignificant bug, and just stood there quietly. After a while, he looked away and began to look at his body.

His hands were like huge, pale spiders; long, white fingers caressed his chest lightly.Arms and face; the red eyes with split pupils, like cat's eyes, glowed brighter in the dark.He held up his hand and stretched his fingers with an expression of rapt attention and pleasure.He paid no attention to Peter lying on the ground twitching and bleeding, nor did he pay attention to the big snake, which now slid back into Harry's sight and wrapped itself around Harry again, hissing. ring.

Voldemort slipped his unnaturally fingered hands into a deep pocket and produced a short staff.He caressed the short staff lightly as well, then raised it and pointed it at Peter.

At this moment, Peter was getting up from the ground and throwing himself on the tombstone where Harry was bound.He fell at the foot of the stele, hid there devastated, and began to cry.

Voldemort held his wand and let out a cold, high-pitched laugh as Peter curled himself smaller and smaller, his robes glistening with blood - he had wrapped his broken arm in it.

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

"Extend your arm," said Voldemort lazily.

"Oh, master... thank you, master..."

He held out the bleeding stump, but Voldemort laughed again. "Peter, the other arm."

"Master, please...please..."

Voldemort crouched down and pulled out Peter's left hand.He pushed the sleeves of Peter's robe up to his elbows.Harry saw something on the skin that seemed to be a bright red tattoo - it was a skull with a snake protruding from its mouth - exactly like the one that had appeared in the skies of the World Cup: the black logo.Voldemort ignored Peter's uncontrollable sobs and examined them carefully.

"It's back," he said softly, "and they must have noticed...now we'll see...now we'll know..."

He pressed his long, white index finger to the mark on Peter's arm.

The scar on Harry's forehead ached like it was on fire, and Peter let out another howl.Voldemort's finger moved away from the mark on Peter's body, and Harry saw that it had turned black and shiny.

A look of cruel satisfaction crept across Voldemort's face.He stood up straight, turned his head, and looked around the dark tomb.

"How many will still dare to come back when they feel I'm resurrected?" he murmured, his shining red eyes gazing at the stars. "How many people would be foolish enough to leave?"

He started pacing up and down, and Harry and Peter kept scanning the tomb after that.After about a minute, he looked down at Harry again, his serpentine face twisted into a cruel smile.

"Harry Potter, you are standing on the remains of my dead father," he said softly, "a complete fool, . . . like your dear mother. But they all have their uses, yes No? Your mother died protecting you as a child...and I killed my father to see how useful he proved in death..."

Voldemort laughed again.He started pacing again, looking around as he walked, and the snake was still circling in the grass.

"Potter, do you see that house on the hill? My dad used to live there.

My mother is a witch who lives in this village.She fell in love with him, but when my mom told my dad who she really was, he dumped her, he didn't like magic, my dad..."

"Potter, my father left my mother for his Muggle parents before I was born. My mother died giving birth to me, leaving me in a Muggle orphanage. But I swore I'd find him, I'd get my revenge on him, on that bum named 'Tom Riddle'."

He was still pacing, his red eyes looking from grave to grave.

Harry couldn't help being a little surprised. He never thought that Voldemort, who was once almost able to compete with Professor Dumbledore, had such an ordinary background, so ordinary that he was even a bit pitiful. Although his parents died young , but at least there is a cupboard that can accommodate him and protect him from wind and rain. When he goes to school, life will be a hundred times better.

But surprise is surprise, Harry will not forgive Voldemort, because he killed so many people, and killed his parents, Harry can't help but hate him.

"Listen, listen to me relive my family's past..." he said quietly. "Hey, I'm getting so sentimental, Harry, look, my real family is coming home..."

Suddenly the cloak swished.Among the graves, behind the yew trees, in every shadow, a group of Death Eaters appeared.They were all hooded and masked, and one by one they came forward, slowly and carefully, as if they could not believe their own eyes.Voldemort stood still, waiting for them, when one of the Death Eaters ran down, crawled up to Voldemort and kissed the hem of his black robe.

"Master...Master..." he murmured.

The Death Eaters who followed him did the same, each kneeling and crawling towards Voldemort, kissing his robes before stepping back and standing up, forming a silent circle.The circle encloses Tom Riddle's grave, Harry, Voldemort, and the sobbing, curled-up Peter, yet they leave gaps in the circle, as if waiting for more.

Harry tried his best to open his eyes wide, looking at those Death Eaters who were as humble as slaves, trying to see their faces through the black robes covering them, but unfortunately, apart from the black robes, he couldn't see their faces. to their faces.

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☆, duel

Although he didn't see the figure under the black robe, Harry heard Voldemort's words.

He first walked up to Peter who had lost an arm, and he quickly restored Peter's arm to normal, and then deepened his loyalty when Peter was grateful.

Then Voldemort walked up to his servants one by one, speaking threats or compliments, Harry heard the names read from his mouth, many people he knew, including Draco Malfoy's father, Lucius Malfoy.

Finally, Voldemort said: "Here are six of us missing, and three died in my service. One was too timid to come back, and he will pay for it. One, I believe, has left me forever. Of course he will be killed. There is also one of my most loyal servants, who has rejoined my service."

The Death Eaters rioted.Harry saw that they were looking at each other through the side of the mask.

"That faithful servant was at Hogwarts, and it was through his efforts that our young friend came tonight..." Voldemort said, and Harry knew that what he said should be what Professor Dumbledore trusted all along Snape, because Sirius had told him that Snape was a Death Eater.So he couldn't help worrying, if Snape returned to the Death Eaters, would it hurt Professor Dumbledore, after all, he trusted Snape so much.

"Yes," said Voldemort.He grinned, curling his lipless mouth.At this time, everyone's eyes were looking in Harry's direction. "Harry Potter kindly joined me at my rebirth party, you might even call him my guest of honor."

There was silence.Then the Death Eater to Peter's right stepped up, and Malfoy's voice came from behind the mask.

"Master, we are eager to know...we ask you to tell us...how you created this...this miracle...how did you find a way to return to us."

"Oh, what a story, Malfoy," said Voldemort, "it begins and ends with my young friend."

He walked slowly towards Harry and stood beside him.All eyes were on the two of them.The snake continued to coil.

"Of course, you know, I was ruined by this boy," said Voldemort softly.His red eyes looked at Harry, making his scar ache sharply.

Hello, I was gasping for air in pain, and at the same time, I had to find energy to listen to Voldemort's experiences, listening to his anger, his pride, and his plans, all of which made Harry very uncomfortable, because Voldemort failed He killed him when he was born, and died because his mother's forbidden spell guarded him, which saved him from death, and made Voldemort fail, and experienced so much pain, until today's rebirth.

And after hearing this, Harry also realized that it was not only he who hated Voldemort, but Voldemort also loathed and resented him, because he had caused him more than ten years of pain.

Voldemort probably became more angry as he spoke. After all, he was the first one who was once a strong man to be so miserable. In order to avenge the suffering he had suffered, he simply stretched out his wand and cast a spell on it neatly: "Cuciar bone."

Harry felt pain like never before.His bones were on fire, his head was torn along the scars, his eyes were spinning wildly.He really wanted to end everything, pass out quickly, maybe that would be much better than now, or simply die, and never have to face those difficult problems again.

Later the pain disappeared.He was tied loosely to Voldemort's father's tombstone, and he saw those bright red eyes in a haze.The night echoed with the laughter of the Death Eaters.

"You see, how foolish it is to say that the boy was ever stronger than me!" said Voldemort, "but I think everyone knows that. Harry Potter just escaped from me by luck. Now , here, in front of all of you, I will kill him to prove my strength. No more Dumbledore to help him, no more mother to sacrifice for him. I will give him a chance, I will allow him Fight. You will be sure which of the two of us is stronger. Nagini, wait a moment," he said softly.The snake slid into the grass, where the Death Eaters were standing and watching.

Then, looking at Harry, Voldemort said, "Now, Peter, let him go and give him back his wand."

Peter approached Harry, who stretched out his feet quickly to get up before the rope was untied.Peter raised his new silver hand, removed the gag that had gagged Harry's mouth, and with one blow, cut the rope that bound Harry to the tombstone.

For a few moments Harry considered running away, but his injured calf was shaking as he stood in the overgrown cemetery.At this time, the Death Eaters had gathered, forming a tight encirclement around Harry and Voldemort, and the position of the missing Death Eaters was also closed.Peter stepped out of the encirclement, walked towards Cedric's body, and returned with Harry's wand, which he thrust roughly into Harry's hand without looking up.Then Peter returned to the circle of Death Eaters.

Voldemort smiled slightly: "Well, let's start now, I think you should know how to duel, first of all, we should bow to each other, don't dawdle, hurry up, you know, Dumbledore likes his savior to be polite to others." Those words elicited laughter from most of the Death Eaters.

Harry didn't want to bow, he didn't want to do what Voldemort told him to, and in this situation, there was no need for false things.

However, Voldemort was not the kind of gentle person, seeing Harry's reluctance to follow suit, he gave a icy smile and raised his wand.Harry felt as if a huge, invisible hand was pulling at him, bending his upper body brutally forward and bending his spine.And now the Death Eaters laughed harder than ever.

"Very well," said Voldemort softly, raising his wand so that Harry's downward pressure disappeared instantly.

"Now you face me, like a man, straighten your back proudly, just like when your father died, very good, now we start the duel."

Voldemort raised his wand, and before Harry could defend himself, or even move, he was struck by Cruciatus.The excruciating, exhausting pain prevented him from knowing where he was now—the hot knife pierced through every inch of his skin, his head nearly burst in pain, and he cried out, more than ever before. Loud all the time.

Suddenly, the pain stopped.Harry rolled over and struggled to his feet, shaking involuntarily, just as Peter had after one of his hands had been chopped off.Harry staggered sideways to the wall of watching Death Eaters, but they pushed him back in front of Voldemort.

"A little pause," said Voldemort, his cleft nostrils dilating with excitement. "A little pause, Harry, that hurts, doesn't it? You don't want me to do that again, do you?"

Harry didn't answer. Voldemort asked again, but still didn't get an answer. His patience reached the limit, and he threw out a spell without hesitation: "The soul is out of the body."

Harry suddenly fell into chaos, his mind was bewildered, his body was light, and he didn't know where he was.

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☆, duel

Harry felt light on his body, and his mind seemed to be muddy and messy, and he didn't know where he was.

Perhaps at this time, he should thank Moody, the current professor of defense against magic, although he doesn't have much affection for that person. He looks frightened, with spinning eyes, limping legs, and looks very scary , but Harry also had to admit that he had learned something.

It was as if now, he was under the spell of the soul coming out of his body, but when he was in class, Moody had cast this spell on them one by one in order, so he was more familiar with this spell, so he followed what he had done before. As before, I tried my best to get rid of this spell.

Harry returned to reality, facing him was the former king who was resurrected from the dead and now the lunatic.

Voldemort looked at him unexpectedly: "Yes, it seems that Dumbledore taught you very well, and he was able to break free from this state so quickly. I am definitely interested in what's next."

Voldemort raised his wand, but Harry was prepared this time, reacting from his Quidditch training, he stepped aside, he rolled behind Voldemort's father's marble headstone, he heard the spell The crackling sound of hitting a stone.

"Harry, we're not playing hide-and-seek." It was Voldemort's calm, grim voice, which grew closer as the Death Eaters laughed. "You can't dodge mine. Does that mean you're tired of our duel? Harry, does that mean you want me to end this duel now? Harry, come out, come out and duel, then, it'll be quick , that would even be painless, but I'm not sure, since I haven't died..."

Harry listened to his words and thought, "It's true that you haven't died, but it's worse than death."

He crouched behind the headstone, and it was all about to end.No hope, no help.When he heard that Voldemort was still approaching, he knew only one thing, no fear and no reason, he would not crouch here and die like a child playing hide and seek, nor would he kneel and die at Voldemort's feet.He was going to die upright like his father, he was going to fight, even if any resistance was useless.

Before Voldemort's serpentine face had circled behind the tombstone, Harry was on his feet.Gripping his wand tightly in his hand, he thrust forward, out of the headstone, and faced Voldemort.

Voldemort was already ready, and when Harry yelled: "Disarm!", Voldemort also yelled: "Avada!"

When a beam of red light erupted from Harry's wand, so did Voldemort's wand