A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Cedric stared at the winding Dark Mark on the inside of his arm, still feeling a little unreal.

This mark is regarded as a symbol of terror by the entire magical world. A dozen years ago, the place where it appeared represented death.

The mysterious man feared by the wizarding world, Voldemort who was killed by Harry Potter, has now invaded his mind in an almost hallucinatory way.

His eyes involuntarily turned to the corner, where the Goblet of Fire was shining with blue light, seeming to be laughing at himself.

If the Goblet of Fire hadn't mistakenly spit out Harry Potter's name in the first place, all the chaos and disaster of the Triwizard Tournament might have been avoided. Under the water of the Black Lake, in the intricate labyrinth, he could have shown a more remarkable version of himself.

Cedric slowly closed his eyes and imagined a picture in his mind: He was holding the Goblet of Fire high and walked out of the maze confidently in the competition without Harry. He saw himself becoming the champion of the Tournament, becoming the pride of Hogwarts, and seeing Qiu Zhang accepting his summer vacation invitation...

But those beautiful fantasies have now been shattered by the cruel reality. His future, once bright and bright, was now shrouded in darkness. He became a Death Eater and a person that people shunned.

He took a deep breath, and the light in his eyes gradually became firm. In the abyss of despair, one can only move forward on a dark road. Just like the eulogy he just swore, he must help Voldemort realize his ambition to rule the entire magical world. This is his only choice and his only future.

At that moment, the so-called darkness and light will be completely overturned, and Lord Voldemort will grant him endless power and supreme glory.

"Master." His voice was low and submissive, "Please let me do one thing for you."

He raised the dagger in his hand and stared coldly at Harry Potter who was firmly bound. Voldemort shook his head slightly, and tapped his wand with his slender fingers, making a faint sound.

"You, and the rest of the wizarding world, claim that this boy is my nemesis. Is that right?" He sneered, his blood-red eyes fixed on Harry.

When their eyes met, Harry felt the scar on his forehead hurt sharply again, as if a hot electric current was passing through his body.

Voldemort walked over slowly and looked at him, "You all know how much I wanted to kill him that night when I lost my magic and body."

"That spell..." His wand suddenly fired a dazzling beam, hitting Aunt Petunia and knocking her unconscious.

"Wormtail, take her away." Voldemort ordered, stepping on the Muggle corpse and stretching out his slender white fingers.

"I admit that I didn't expect the curse and couldn't touch the boy. The curse I released was reflected back..."

Harry listened to the hissing in his ears, and his mind couldn't help but go back to that night in his first year. Once, he relied on his hands to kill Quirrell, who was possessed by Voldemort.

Voldemort's snake eyes shrank into a thin line, and he glanced back at his men. Then, he raised his fingers high and pressed them ostentatiously on the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead.

"Friends, I once tried to steal the Philosopher's Stone in order to regain my body. However, I made a miscalculation." He stared at Harry closely. "The spell that the woman left for him is still in effect, making my possessed body The wizard suffered a backlash."

"I became weaker than a ghost. I returned to that distant hiding place. In that darkest period, I no longer had any illusions that any Death Eater would care about their master's condition."

The few Death Eaters trembled and were very curious about how Voldemort returned.

"Just when I almost gave up hope, a servant found me." There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice, "Wormtail's dirty kids told him that a dark shadow was deep in the jungle of Albania."

"Not only did he come back to me, but as fate would have it, he met a witch from the Ministry of Magic: Bertha Jorkins."

"After a little persuasion, she told me a lot of information." A trace of pride flashed in Voldemort's eyes, "Then, I used the acquired magical knowledge to initially fabricate a body."

"Dumbledore must have destroyed the Philosopher's Stone, so I have to lower my expectations...as long as I can regain my original body and my original strength." Voldemort's eyes turned to the pile of his father's bones under the tombstone, "I need three things Powerful drug inducers, the most crucial of which is Harry Potter’s blood.”

"I need the blood of the person who once made me lose everything, so that it can flow in my veins. Now, the magic his mother left for him as a protection can no longer stop me." Voldemort sneered and raised his wand. , loudly shouted the cruel curse: "Crush the heart and cut out the bones!"

Harry had never experienced such severe pain. The bones in his body seemed to be burning, and his head seemed to burst from the scar... He only hoped that he could lose consciousness, and even hoped that he could die.

What Voldemort did was more of a carefully choreographed performance than revenge. His words were persuasive and his actions decisive. He made every Death Eater present understand that Harry Potter no longer posed a threat to him.

That mysterious and ancient spell is now completely ineffective. In this magical world, no power can restrain him. Waiting for them will be a glorious future ruled by Voldemort.

"Have the misunderstandings in everyone's minds been eliminated?" He looked at the Death Eaters present. The wizards, including Buck, bowed their heads respectfully, "Now, I will kill him with my own hands to prove my strength. ”

Wormtail suddenly stood up and offered: "Master, I can help you."

"No, no, no." Voldemort waved his wand gently, releasing Harry from the restraints of the sculpture. Then, the rope around him snaked away like a snake.

For him, Harry Potter is not only an enemy, but also a demonic obstacle deep in his heart. Killing this being that symbolizes the hope of the wizarding world with his own hands will be the perfect gift for him to announce to the entire wizarding world that Voldemort is back.

"Right here, in front of you." Voldemort threw off his black robe and stared at Harry with his scarlet eyes. "There is no protection from Dumbledore here, and there is no chance for your mother to do anything for you again." sacrifice."

"Cedric, throw your wand to him." He motioned to the Death Eaters around him to disperse, and then shouted to Harry: "I'll give you a chance, a chance to duel with me. In this way, no one will ever fight again." I wonder who is more powerful."

Cedric hesitated for a moment, but finally threw his wand at Harry. He backed away like the others, ready to watch as Voldemort tortured Harry Potter.

"Pick it up! I told you to pick it up!" Voldemort urged nervously, "You should have learned dueling, right?"

"First, we must bow to each other." Voldemort said, making a bow gesture.

Harry held his wand nervously, looking at the big shining bald head not far away, and at the same time scanning the surroundings with his peripheral vision.

Counting Cedric, there were six Death Eaters surrounding him. If the Goblet of Fire was a two-way door key, it would be entirely possible for him to escape back. He wanted to give it a try.

"Bow, Harry!" Voldemort leaned forward and looked at him, "Come on, etiquette must be observed...Dumbledore must hope that you behave gracefully...Bow to death, Harry..."

Harry swallowed nervously. Looking at Voldemort's graceful appearance, he couldn't help but think of Rogge.

Both were Slytherin students, but Rogge treated the duel like a despicable bastard. In the past few years of school life, Harry had personally experienced it and had seen how Roger launched shameless sneak attacks.

If Rogge could have one-tenth of Voldemort's courtesy, he and Ron wouldn't be completely defeated.

Harry didn't think of that guy to condemn or denounce him. On the contrary, at this moment, he felt that Rogge's attitude towards dueling was worth emulating and learning from.

Especially when facing Voldemort and Death Eaters, dueling etiquette is stupid and ineffective. They should be treated by any means necessary.

He knew Voldemort was playing a trick on him, but he still chose to bow. The Death Eaters burst into laughter, and even Voldemort himself cracked a smile.

"Very good..." As soon as Voldemort boasted, Harry's wand quickly fired a spell: "Expelliarmus!"

"Oh oh oh..." Voldemort laughed, moving slightly to avoid Harry's spell, "Sneak attack is not a good habit, Harry!"

"Cereus!" He shouted immediately. Before Harry could see clearly, he was hit by the spell. The severe pain made him unable to control his body.

Seeing Harry twitching and struggling on the ground, listening to his screams from the depths of his soul, Voldemort continued to torture while enjoying the moment.

"Dumbledore also doesn't want the children he values ​​​​to sneak up on his opponents in a duel like some despicable wizards."

"It seems that I need to take a break." He said excitedly, motioning for Harry to stand up again. "Do you want to beg me for mercy and don't want it to happen again?"

Killing Harry directly was not in line with Voldemort's wishes. He needed to make Harry surrender, kneel before him, and humbly beg for mercy.

Harry endured the severe pain caused by the Cruciatus Curse and took this opportunity to hide behind the tombstone. Voldemort's Imperius Curse failed, and the tombstone protecting Harry exploded, scattering pieces.

"Don't try to hide, Harry Potter!" Voldemort's wand kept shooting out beams, and there was morbid pleasure in his cold voice: "I want you to see how I kill you. Now, let me appreciate you. The panic before death.”

Voldemort's morbid voice was like a poisonous snake, penetrating into every inch of Harry's skin, causing waves of shudders.

Seeing the boy who survived, scurrying like a panicked mouse among the tombstones in front of his master, the Death Eaters laughed even more heartily.

Buck had a straight face, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes. He discovered that Harry was not running around mindlessly, but was quietly approaching the direction of the Goblet of Fire.

A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he sighed secretly: "What a stupid boy."

Buck did cast Mentos on the Goblet of Fire, but the spell he cast was one-way, taking the opponent from Hogwarts to the graveyard. However, out of caution, he still shouted: "Fly the trophy!"

The others followed the spell and watched as Buck knocked the Goblet of Fire farther away. Its faint blue light was completely buried in the darkness.

Voldemort sneered: "Come out, Harry, do you think you can escape?"

"Come out! Come out and duel! I promise it will be quick, and death may be painless... After all, I don't know, and I haven't died either!"

Harry, who had lost his last hope, huddled behind the tombstone. Voldemort's taunts echoed in his ears like an evil whisper. He listened to the other party's approaching footsteps and felt death approaching step by step.

He could choose to curl up and die here like a coward. Or, like his father, like a true Gryffindor warrior: defying the intimidation of his enemies and challenging himself to death.

As if a force was burning within his body, Harry stood up suddenly and resolutely dodged out of the cover of the tombstone. He raised his wand high and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Expelliarmus!"

A dazzling red light burst out from the tip of the staff and shot directly at Voldemort.

Voldemort was well prepared and tired of the cat-and-mouse game, so he uttered the incantation: "Avada Kedavra."

A green light and a red light shot out from both sides' wands almost at the same time. Cedric couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh in his heart when he saw them meeting in the air.

He remembered that in the maze, his Cruciatus Curse defeated Harry's curse. At this moment, facing Voldemort's death curse, Harry could only die.

However, to everyone's surprise. The red beam actually resisted... no, to be more precise, it connected with the Death Curse.

The two wands were connected by a golden beam of light, which illuminated the entire gloomy cemetery.

This magical change caught everyone off guard. The wands in both hands were trembling. At this moment, they seemed to have their own consciousness. They pulled their respective masters and lifted them into the air.

Buck witnessed the magical scene in the sky and finally understood what his nephew had said. Even though Harry's blood was flowing through Voldemort's body, he was still restrained.

At this moment, he seemed to see the mockery of fate, and also saw Voldemort's ridiculous ending in the future.

The golden thread split into thousands of arcs of light, intertwining with each other in the air, forming a huge spherical golden net. It enveloped Voldemort and Harry, and even blocked out the sounds of the Death Eaters.

"Don't move!" Voldemort shouted, his eyes flashing with surprise. Although he twisted the wand with all his strength, trying to break the golden connection, it was to no avail.

It's not like a slap can't make a sound, it's more like one's own wand has been raped by the other party. Could it be that there are male and female wands?

Voldemort didn't understand why such a strange phenomenon happened, and even heard the cry of the phoenix coming from the wand.

He suddenly realized something. The core of his staff was a phoenix tail feather. So far, all phoenix tail feathers in the wizarding world have come from Dumbledore's Fawkes.

"Old guy, what on earth did you do to my wand?" He felt irritated and disgusted from the cry of the phoenix.

What frightened him even more was that if it was really the wand's problem, then Dumbledore had started planning all of this decades ago. Or is this just a coincidence of fate?

Harry, on the other hand, felt hope from the Phoenix's song, which was the most beautiful music he had ever heard in his life.

The sound came into my ears, so familiar and gentle. He seemed to hear Dumbledore whispering in his ear: Don't disconnect!

Of course, the principal is not here. He is at the Quidditch pitch in the Scottish Highlands, quietly looking at some distant place.

Sirius, Lupine, Old Barty and others were all arguing about who was responsible. Minister Amelia was arranging for the Aurors to investigate, and she looked very solemn... Roger sat quietly in the audience, secretly observing everyone's reactions, especially his beloved principal.