A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Although the surrounding noise almost tore the entire stadium apart, Dumbledore himself was like a calm ocean, remaining calm and composed.

There was no concern for Harry Potter's safety in his eyes, nor was there any worry for Voldemort and the Death Eaters. He was so calm, as if he had a perfect strategy for the coming storm.

Rogge had already learned from Fleur that after the Goblet of Fire selected the champions, Mr. Ollivander personally inspected their wands. Officially, this is to ensure that the wands are in top condition so that players can perform to their best ability without reservation.

"Then what's the private reason?" he thought to himself.

Rogge couldn't help but cast his eyes on the twinkling stars in the night sky. Suddenly, he had a feeling that Dumbledore was like the master weaving the chess game behind the scenes. Whether it's Voldemort, Harry Potter, or other wizards, everyone is acting on Dumbledore's chessboard.

As long as you don't overturn the chessboard, he will always be calm and as calm as water.

At this time, Harry was also in a difficult situation. He knew that he could not cut off the golden connection and let Voldemort regain control of the wand. Otherwise, the only thing waiting for you is death.

However, the difficulty of maintaining the connection suddenly increased. His wand began to tremble violently, and a shining bead of light appeared on the golden thread, sliding back and forth on the light thread.

Every time the bead of light came closer to Harry, the temperature of the wand in his hand increased an inch. Harry was worried that the wand might not be able to withstand the impact of the light beads, in case it was shattered... His heart was in his throat when he thought of that terrible scene.

Harry quickly concentrated and poured all his willpower into controlling the light orb, trying to push it in Voldemort's direction. The melodious song of Phoenix echoed in his ears. The song seemed to give him endless strength, making his eyes as firm as iron and his heart burning with unyielding flames.

Slowly, slowly... the light beads began to obey Harry's will, slowly moving towards Voldemort bit by bit.

Voldemort watched helplessly as the bead of light approached, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not stop the process. He felt a power from the light bead that made his heart palpitate. His blood-red snake-shaped eyes widened wider and wider, but he could only watch helplessly as the light bead made contact with his wand...

In an instant, Voldemort's wand let out a heart-rending scream. The sound echoed over the cemetery, full of despair and pain.

He found that his wand was completely out of control, and there was a powerful force sweeping across it, and the ball of light seemed to be reading all the magic it had cast.

"No...this is impossible!" Voldemort stared at the thick mist coming out of the tip of the staff with eyes full of shock and disbelief. It was the silver hand he made for Wormtail.

"When I graduated, the trace was automatically eliminated. How could it go back to those magics?" In his confused eyes, he saw more smoke coming out of his wand.

Those were the ghosts of the Muggles and wizards he had killed, each one accompanied by a scream of agony. They seemed to be resurrected from the wand. These ghosts crawling out of the abyss of death made Voldemort feel unprecedented fear.

Vernon, Dudley, the villagers of Little Hangleton, Bertha Jorkins... some of these faces had just died because of him, some he had forgotten.

Voldemort suddenly understood that the golden thread and light ball were not retroactive magic, but a key: a key to the world of the dead. The death he had feared was now unfolding for him in its most literal form.

He realized that there must be some unfathomable connection between himself and Harry's wand. This is a conspiracy, a conspiracy carefully designed to wait for him!

Voldemort looked at Harry and the ghosts trapped in the golden net with cold eyes. His wand becomes the anchor for these ghosts to return. Regardless of whether they were killed by him personally, as long as they harbored resentment towards Voldemort or died because of himself, they would return along with the breath of the wand.

His wand now serves as a conduit to the world of the dead. Someone wanted to make him feel fear, and wanted him to taste death.

Harry's parents also emerged from the wand, and the Potter family of three was reunited in a sense.

Although they had never participated in the Goblet of Fire or even heard of the Triwizard Tournament, their ghost said firmly: "Harry, we can only stay for a short while after the connection is broken."

"But we will buy you time, you must get the Goblet of Fire. It is the Portkey, and it will take you back to Hogwarts... Do you understand, Harry?" Their voices were so gentle, as if they had never really Left Harry.

"Understood." Harry breathed heavily, gripping the wand that kept sliding in his hand.

Thanks to Voldemort's cruelty, the entire village of Little Hangleton was willing to help him, hoping that the little wizard could avenge them.

However, not all ghosts are kind to Harry.

Uncle Vernon, his angry eyes stared at Harry Potter like a sharp sword, and his strong and rude voice echoed in the air: "Potter, you freak, you killed our family!"

"We shouldn't have adopted you in the first place!" he roared loudly, turning his eyes to his panicked son Dudley.

But his anger and accusations were so weak that he couldn't control Harry when he was alive, and he was destined to be ignored when he died and became a ghost.

"Withdraw." James' voice whispered. He didn't seem to mind Vernon's anger, and he didn't even recognize the fat man.

"Harry, prepare to run...Now, retreat!" As soon as Lily finished speaking, Harry raised the wand with all his strength, and the golden thread broke.

As the golden thread broke, the golden net wrapping the two people also disappeared, and the Phoenix's singing was also interrupted.

Voldemort regained control of his wand, but instead of returning to the world of the dead, the ghosts surrounded him. They use their souls after death to give Harry a chance to survive.

"Damn Harry!" Vernon cursed angrily, dragging Dudley to join the other ghosts.

Their actions bought Harry precious time and space to escape. The cemetery was already empty, except for Voldemort, there were only six Death Eaters present.

Harry doesn't need to defeat them, he just needs to use the tombstone as cover to summon the Goblet of Fire. The Death Eaters' curses whizzed past his ears, but he dodged these attacks one by one with his agility.

"Knock him out!" Voldemort ordered coldly, while trying to get rid of the ghosts surrounding him.

The Death Eaters worked harder, but Wormtail quietly retreated to the edge of the crowd. He secretly looked at Voldemort, his eyes turning cunningly, as if he was ready to escape.

Harry hid behind the sculpture and shouted: "Here comes the trophy."

His wand immediately released a powerful spell, and the Goblet of Fire, which was knocked away, rushed towards him like a meteor at Harry's summons.

Cedric saw this and shouted in horror, "No!"

Cedric could not accept such a completely different fate: Harry Potter defeated Voldemort again, returned to Hogwarts with the Goblet of Fire, and accepted everyone's congratulations and praise. But he himself was destined to fall into the abyss of darkness.

For the foreseeable future, he will live like a mouse in a dark corner, evading pursuit.

"Obstacles!" he shouted, using his wandless spells to try to prevent Harry from leaving, and at the same time rushing towards Harry with the knife in his hand.

He hated why his wand was left in the maze. Why should he be the most unfortunate person!

Harry did not use Expelliarmus to fight back this time. He shouted firmly: "Cruciato!"

On his dirty face, eyes flashing with hatred were like stars in the night sky, piercing Cedric's heart. Harry could not forget how the other party brutally killed Vernon and Dudley.

At this moment, the spells cast by the two people were completely reversed. The green beam broke Cedric's spell and struck at him swiftly.

Cedric looked at the Cruciatus Curse with a relieved smile on his lips. Deep down in his heart, he even vaguely hoped that it could kill him. He slowly closed his eyes, as if waiting for punishment.

Suddenly, the rosary on Cedric's wrist began to vibrate violently, guiding his hand to block the Cruciatus Curse. At the moment when the rosary beads collided with the Cruciatus Curse, the bracelet collapsed, and the rosary beads burst into the air like tears.

"Blocked..." Cedric froze on the spot, looking at everything that happened in front of him with disbelief.

The Unforgivable Curse, which is called irresistible by the magic world, was actually blocked by a string of rosary beads. He couldn't help but wonder if it could withstand an attack from the Death Curse.

At this moment, Cedric finally understood the preciousness of Rogge's gift.

He sighed softly, "Farewell, Roger; farewell, Hogwarts."

Harry's spell didn't hit him, but it killed him all the same. The Cedric of Hogwarts disappeared, and standing here now was the Death Eater Cedric Diggory.

"Get out of the way! I'm going to kill him! He's mine!" Voldemort lost his mind and screamed for his men to retreat.

However, no matter how fast he ran, Harry had already grasped the handle of the Goblet of Fire tightly. The magic of the portkey took effect instantly, and Harry was swept away by a colorful whirlwind. Even Voldemort could not interrupt the process.

"Who! Who is it!" Voldemort roared angrily, his cold eyes sweeping over the Death Eaters, "Heart-breaking!"

His anger and frustration turned into the strongest hatred, and he shot the curse at Buck without any reason.

Buck felt his bones and blood burning, and his muscles splitting in severe pain. He gasped and howled in pain, enduring endless torture...

The other Death Eaters knelt on the ground, lowering their heads humbly, wishing they could touch their noses to the ground. They listened to the screams in their ears and prayed that Voldemort would not anger them.

"Tell me why!" Voldemort pulled Buck up, holding his wand against the artery on his neck, as if he was about to cut his throat at the next moment.

"Master... I guarantee with my life..." Buck struggled to swallow, "The door key I imposed is one-way."

"I don't want excuses, give me the truth!" Voldemort calmed down slightly, but his eyes were still cruel.

Buck hesitated for a moment and guessed: "Master, unless the Goblet of Fire itself is a portkey. The most famous portkey master in the entire wizarding world is Dumbledore..."

After hearing this, Voldemort's eyes flashed with thought, and his anger began to be replaced by calmness.

He suddenly threw Buck aside, and then glanced at everyone present with painful and stern eyes: "That cunning old guy, like a despicable vulture, is plotting against me in the dark."

"Master, are you...are you really sure?" Wormtail asked tremblingly, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings, as if he was on guard against Dumbledore's appearance at any time.

"Are you scared?" Voldemort asked, kicking Wormtail to the ground, his cold snake eyes staring at him tightly.

Wormtail turned his belly up like a dog to show his surrender, and replied humbly: "No, no, no, master, you are the most powerful and smartest wizard in the magical world. I just can't understand why that trophy can teleport Harry back." "

"Humph, with your stupid mind, you will never figure it out!" Voldemort paced back and forth and began to explain: "Dumbledore took the lead in casting the spell of the Portkey on the Goblet of Fire, so that the first person who touched it would will be sent directly to the podium.”

"Buck then superimposed a new Mentos on top of that spell and successfully brought Harry to me. However, his Portkey became disposable. So, do you see why now? ?" Voldemort's words were full of contempt for Dumbledore's conspiracy and unwillingness for Harry to escape.

Wormtail gritted his teeth nervously and asked with a trembling voice: "Master, do you mean that Dumbledore discovered our plan?"

Wormtail thought that after Voldemort returned, he could easily execute Harry Potter. However, the scene just now made him realize that the situation had changed beyond expectation.

"Maybe." Voldemort secretly clenched his wand, his voice low and dangerous, "Why doesn't anyone know that the Goblet of Fire originally had a portkey?" His gaze was as sharp as a razor, as if he wanted to pierce the heart of every Death Eater. One knife.

Buck felt Voldemort's scrutinizing gaze and quickly distanced himself from the relationship: "Master, I have never heard of this matter since I blended into the Scottish Highlands."

"This cannot be an excuse for you to evade responsibility..."

Just as Voldemort was teaching his men a lesson, Harry Potter was returned to the Quidditch pitch by the portkey. He closed his eyes and buried his head quietly in the grass. Although he felt dizzy, he still clutched his wand and goblet of fire tightly and refused to let go.

"He's back, Harry is back!" People shouted excitedly and rushed forward, and Dumbledore hurriedly stepped forward to check on him.

Rogge stood on the periphery of the crowd and watched all this with cold eyes.

"Is Cedric dead?" Rogge thought to himself, his eyes fixed on Harry's blood-stained robe.

He needs to know how effective the rosary bracelet sent by Grindelwald is and whether it can really resist the Unforgivable Curse.

Dumbledore smelled the strong smell of blood in the air and asked with concern: "Harry, what happened?"

"He's back, Voldemort is back!" Harry looked at the kind face of the old man in front of him and couldn't help crying, "He's back in the cemetery, he's resurrected!"

"Oh~" There were countless exclamations from the crowd, and people were commotion and panic. Yet curiosity overcame fear, and they wanted Harry to make things clear.

Minister Amelia seemed to have expected all this. She stared at Dumbledore's kind face, thinking to herself that if Dumbledore was willing to cooperate with the Ministry of Magic's actions, perhaps the tragedy before her would not have happened at all.

Delis wanted to ask for more details, but was stopped by Amelia. Now was not the time to get into the details, but to calm Harry down.

Besides, as long as Dumbledore was alive, the wizarding world never cared who the Minister was.

"Let me go, let me go!" Digory shouted, pushing through the crowd, his voice full of urgency and fear, "Harry, where is my son! Where is my son!"

He looked at the blood on Harry and almost fainted. But for the last hope, he still insisted on getting the exact information from Harry.

"Cedric...he..." Harry's eyes began to flash with hatred, and his voice became firm and cold, "That coward surrendered to Voldemort, he became a Death Eater, and personally killed Vernon and Dudley."

Harry's tone was filled with anger at Cedric's betrayal, which made Mr. Diggory's heart sink instantly. His face was full of shock and disbelief, and his brain became confused in waves of dizziness.

Digory couldn't believe what he heard and couldn't accept this cruel reality.

"Oh, my God!" Many people exclaimed in low voices. This news made everyone fall into silence.

The outstanding student of Hogwarts, the prefect of Hufflepuff, the warrior of the Goblet of Fire... now, he has become the slave of the mysterious man.

Digory shouted emotionally: "No way, Cedric can't become a Death Eater!" His voice was full of grief and despair, as if the whole world collapsed at this moment.

For an instant, Mr. Diggory looked as if he had suddenly aged several decades. Old Barty sighed helplessly. His eyes swept through the crowd, but he did not find Fudge.

He walked over and helped this nemesis...no, helped the grieving father up.

At this moment, they have lost their beloved son in almost the same way and will live with the pain for the rest of their lives.

People knew very well that Harry's words were most likely true. Facing Voldemort, apart from death, it seemed that the only way to save his life was to become a Death Eater.

"But, how did Harry survive?" This question came to everyone's mind almost at the same time, and they all looked at Harry with curious and scrutinizing eyes.