Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 375 happened

When Harry was dragged by the hurricane to the center of the maze, what he saw was this scene——

Tiera stood there, holding the bone sword pierced into the ground with his right hand, and holding a huge horn in his left hand. The simple competition uniform on his body had been stained brown by blood, and there was a deep visible bone on his right rib.

The wound, the light of the Triwizard Trophy emanated from his back, like a pair of wings.

Tiera just stood there, looking at Harry with a smile, just looking at Harry with a smile.

The fierce hurricane pushed Harry in front of Tiera.

Tiera let go of the sword in her right hand, dropped the horn in her left hand, and took Harry's hand.

"Tiera, are you?" Harry looked at the coagulated blood on Tiera's chest in a panic, and asked anxiously and worriedly, "are you injured?"

"It's okay, it's just a minor injury." Tiera said with a smile——

His smile was hidden in the brilliance of the trophy, and his smile was hidden in the shadow of glory. He just smiled and took Harry's hand with a smile -

"Let's go, Harry, let's go." Tiera's voice was light and unruffled, "Come with me, Harry, come with me, and win the trophy with me."

"This is our glory, this is the glory that truly belongs to the two of us. Think about it, Harry, think about it, this is the glory that belongs to Hogwarts and double to Gryffindor."

"Double glory?" Harry looked at Tiera in a daze, at his face stained with dried blood, and at his eyes with a magical luster.

"Okay!" Harry laughed happily. Harry said with a happy smile, holding Tiera's hand tightly, "Okay! Double glory! Come on, Tiera, let's get a pair of

Double the honor!”

The two of them raised their hands above the shining handle of the trophy.

"Can you count to three?" Harry asked happily, with a brisk tone, "One - two - three -"

He and Tiera grabbed one handle of the trophy at the same time.

Harry suddenly felt as if he was being pulled behind his navel——

His legs left the ground, but he could not let go of his grip on the Triwizard Cup. It dragged him forward amid the whistling wind and swirling colors, with Tiera beside him.

Harry felt his feet hit the ground. His injured leg went weak and he fell to the ground. His hand finally let go of the Triwizard Cup.

He raised his head and found that the surroundings were pitch black.

"Where are we?" Harry asked, instinctively looking towards Tiera, but Harry found that——

Tiera had already stood up, standing there stiffly like a piece of wood, the expression on his face disappeared——

The sparkle in his eyes also disappeared.

Tiera's eyes were dull and dull, staring straight ahead.

It was as if all the spiritual energy in Tiera's body disappeared in an instant.

Harry shook Tiera while looking around -

This place is completely outside the boundaries of Hogwarts. They have obviously flown for several miles——

Maybe hundreds of miles, because even the mountains surrounding the castle were gone.

They were standing in a dark, overgrown churchyard, and could see the dark outline of a small church behind a tall yew tree to the right. To the left was a hill, and Harry could make out a fine old house on the hillside.

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"I've been here!" Harry's breathing suddenly became rapid, "I've been here! Tiera! Come back to the trophy, quickly!"

Harry used the greatest strength in his life to drag Tiera over and run over, but——

Tiera remained motionless, still standing where she was.

Suddenly, Harry's scar felt severe pain. He had never felt such severe pain in his life.

Harry's wand fell to the ground. He covered his face with his hands, bent his legs and fell to the ground. He couldn't see anything in front of him. His head felt like it was about to explode, as if someone had taken a soldering iron and wanted to split his head open.

Then, in the darkness, a figure walked toward them step by step between the graves. Harry couldn't see the man's face clearly, but judging from his gait and the posture of his arms, it seemed that the man was holding something. He was short in stature.

, wearing a hooded cloak, covering his face. Taking a few steps closer - the distance between them was shrinking, and Harry saw that the man was holding something that looked like a baby -

Or just a bag of clothes?

"Use another Imperius Curse on that Mudblood!" Harry heard someone commanding loudly and coldly far above his head.

"Out-of-body experience!"

——So that’s how it is, so that’s how it is.

In the severe pain, Harry thought that it turned out that Tiera was under the Imperius Curse.

After reciting this spell, the short man in the cloak had put down his baggage, lit his wand, and was dragging Harry towards the marble tombstone. Before he was pushed over and his back hit the tombstone, Harry was

A name was seen in the flickering light of the wand.

Tom Riddle

The man in the cloak waved his wand and used magic to conjure ropes to tie Harry tightly to the tombstone, tying them one after another from his neck to his ankles.

Harry heard rapid and gentle breathing coming from inside the hood.

He struggled hard and the man hit him——

A finger was missing from the hand that hit him. Harry knew who was under the hood. It was Wormtail.

"It's you!" Harry shouted in surprise and anger.

But Wormtail didn't answer.

He had finished tying the rope and was busy checking whether it was tied tightly.

His fingers trembled uncontrollably as he fumbled with the knots. After making sure that Harry was tied tightly and unable to move, Wormtail took out a piece of black stuff from his cloak and stuffed it roughly.

Into Harry's mouth.

Then, without saying a word, he hurried away. Harry could not make a sound, and could not see where Wormtail went. He could not turn his head to look behind the tombstone, he could only see the scene directly in front of him——

But Harry tried hard to turn his head away, tried hard to squirm his tightly tied body, and tried hard to move to the side——

Because Tiera is there, because Tiera is standing next to the tombstone where Harry is tied -

Harry tried hard to get closer to Tiera, Harry tried hard to get closer to Tiera.

He must be very scared now——

Harry thought, Tiera must be very scared.

Harry was so anxious that he almost cried.

But somewhere Harry couldn't see, in the shadow of the tombstone, Tiera was no longer standing so straight, and was looking at everything happening in the center of the cemetery with great interest.

Just then, Harry heard a sound near his feet. Looking down, he saw a big snake snaking on the grass, circling around his tombstone.

Wormtail's wheezing sounds started again, and he seemed to be pushing something heavy. Then he came into Harry's sight and pushed a stone cauldron under the tomb.

The crucible seemed to be filled with water——

Harry heard a splashing sound. The cauldron was larger than any that Harry had ever used, and could fit an adult in it.

The things in the bundle on the ground moved more vigorously, as if they were trying to break free. Wormtail was busy scratching at the bottom of the crucible with his wand. Suddenly, a crackling flame burst out under the crucible.

The big snake swam into the darkness.

The liquid in the crucible seemed to heat up very quickly. Not only did the surface begin to boil, but sparks shot out, as if it were burning. The steam became thicker and thicker, and the figure of Wormtail, who was tending the flames, became blurred.

The bundle moved more quickly, and Harry heard the sharp, cold voice again.

"quick!"

Now the whole water surface was flashing with sparks, as if it were studded with diamonds.

"It's ready, Master."

"Now..." said the cold voice.

Wormtail tore open the bundle on the ground and revealed what was inside.

Harry let out a scream, but it was muffled by the thing in his mouth.

It was as if Wormtail had flipped open a rock to reveal a slimy, eyeless ugliness—

No, it was even scarier than this, a hundred times scarier. The thing Wormtail carried looked like a curled-up baby, but Harry had never seen anything less like a baby than it. It had no hair, and it looked like a baby.

It has scales and its skin is dark and red, like injured tender meat. Its arms and legs are thin and soft, and its face -

No living child has such a face—

It is a flat snake face with a pair of sparkling red eyes.

The thing looked completely unable to take care of itself. It raised its thin arms and hugged Wormtail's neck. Wormtail held it in his hands. At this time, Wormtail's bag fell down, and Harry saw him in the firelight.

There was an expression of disgust on the pale and weak face.

Wormtail carried the thing to the edge of the crucible, and for a moment Harry saw the dancing water on the surface of the potion illuminating the evil flat face. Wormtail put the thing into the crucible, and with a hissing sound, it sank.

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Harry heard the soft sound of its limp body hitting the bottom of the crucible.

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

Wormtail was speaking, his voice extremely calm.

He raised his wand, closed his eyes, and said to the night sky: "My father's bones, accidentally donated, can make your son regenerate!"

The words are straight and round, and the articulation is clear.

The tomb opened under Harry's feet, and Harry was horrified to see a small plume of dust rise into the air in response to Wormtail's call, and fall gently into the crucible. The diamond-like liquid surface broke, hissing, and sparks flew everywhere.

, the liquid turned into a bright red-blue color, and it was immediately obvious that it was poisonous.

Wormtail pulled out a long, thin, shining silver dagger from his cloak.

"The flesh and blood of your servant, given voluntarily, can bring about the rebirth of your master."

He stretched out his right hand——

It's the hand missing one finger, and it seems to be wearing a glove.

At this time, Harry didn't know if he was dazzled, but Harry seemed to see a red light running down Peter Pettigrew's arm and onto his hand.

Then Peter Pettigrew grasped the dagger tightly with his left hand and swung it towards his right hand.

Harry only realized what Wormtail was going to do at the last second. Only then did Harry suddenly recall the prophecy that Tiera had inadvertently revealed in her third-year Defense Against the Dark Arts class——

He closed his eyes tightly, but he couldn't stop the scream that penetrated the night sky and penetrated Harry's body, as if he had been stabbed by a dagger.

Harry heard something hit the ground, heard Wormtail gasp in pain, and then with a sickening thud, something was thrown into the cauldron.

Harry didn't want to look...but the potion turned fiery red, and strong light shone into Harry's closed eyes...

Wormtail was panting and moaning in pain. When the painful breath hit his face, Harry realized that Wormtail had arrived in front of him.

"Hate, the blood of your enemy...forced to give...can make your enemy...resurrection."

Harry couldn't stop it, he was tied too tightly... He struggled desperately to break free from the ropes that bound him. Through the slit of his eyes, he saw the silver dagger trembling in Wormtail's one hand.

He felt the tip of the dagger pierce into his arm, and blood dripped down the torn sleeve of his robe.

Wormtail, who was still panting in pain, tremblingly 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 towards the crucible with Harry's blood and poured it in. The liquid in the crucible immediately turned into a blinding white. Wormtail completed his task, knelt down beside the crucible, tilted his body and collapsed on the ground.

, holding his bleeding broken arm, gasping and sobbing.

The crucible was about to boil, and diamond-like sparks splashed out in all directions, so bright and dazzling that everything around them turned into a black velvet color.

I wish it had drowned, Harry thought, but I wish it hadn't...

Suddenly, the sparks on the crucible went out. A stream of white steam rose up from the crucible, obscuring everything in front of Harry. He could not see Wormtail, only a sheet of white water vapor... It was definitely not successful... it

Drowned...please...please let it die...

Then, through the white mist in front of him, he saw with horror the black figure of a man slowly rising from the crucible, tall and thin, like a skeleton.

"Get me dressed," the cold, sharp voice said from behind the steam.

Wormtail sobbed and groaned, still protecting his residual arm, and hurriedly grabbed the black robe that wrapped the bundle from the ground, stood up, and put it on his master's head with one hand.

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

The nostrils are two thin slits...

Voldemort is resurrected.

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