Harry Potter and the Necromancer

The human form that had become Voldemort continued to change. He continued to shrink from the height of a normal adult. Hair began to grow on his bald head. The slender nostrils that should have been like a snake's eyes became normal. Even There was also a big change in appearance, Voldemort turned into Harry Potter.

No! In other words, it became a fusion of Harry Potter and Tom Riddle.

A more handsome Harry Potter appears.

The black smoke surrounding him transformed into a fitting Hogwarts uniform.

"Who is he now?"

Snape pulled Regulus over, stared at him and questioned him.

"Don't ask me! I also want to know who he is."

Regulus Black looked at the big screen, where Harry Potter was looking left and right, looking at his hands and touching his face from time to time. Whoever it was seemed to be very surprised by his changes.

"Great! He is not Voldemort, absolutely not, he is Harry Potter, yes! He is Harry Potter."

Minister of Magic Fudge made such a conclusion at this time, laughing as if nothing happened.

"Yes or no, we will know later."

Dumbledore was very troubled by the fact that something like this would happen. Like all leaders, he did not like any accidents because it meant being out of control.

The handsome Harry Potter finally stopped observing his actions, and with a flick of his hand, Harry Potter's wand returned to his hand.

"Master? Master! I am your loyal servant Peter."

With a little doubt, Peter Pettigrew hesitantly appeared in front of the handsome Harry Potter. Why was this face Harry Potter? This really surprised him.

The curse from outside caused Harry Potter to break away from the statue and rush into the potion group at the last moment. Logically speaking, when the potion is not mixed in the right proportions, various strange results should occur, but Now with this result, it will be difficult to tell whether this person is Voldemort or Harry Potter.

Call him Voldemort! He has the face of Harry Potter, only more handsome.

Call him Harry Potter! He also has the temperament of Voldemort, that noble, elegant, eerie and terrifying aura rushing towards Peter Pettigrew.

"Thank you! Peter Pettigrew for making me like this."

Double voices, like two people saying the same thing at the same time in one person's ears.

One part is cruel and cold, the other part is weak and gentle.

"I will do anything for my master."

Peter Pettigrew thinks this person is mostly Voldemort! So I was somewhat glad that I had been careful just now.

"Oh! Anything?" The handsome Harry Potter showed a strange smile, "In that case, go to Azkaban for me!"

"Yes Master! Uh! What?"

Peter Pettigrew agreed out of habit, and then realized what the other party had just said.

"Collapse!"

The handsome Harry Potter waved his wand and subdued Peter Pettigrew. The culprit who killed Harry Potter's parents was finally caught.

The handsome Harry Potter first carried Cedric on his back, then came to Peter Pettigrew and grabbed his clothes.

"The trophy is flying!"

The trophy that was cast under the 'portkey' spell fell into the hands of the handsome Harry Potter.

After a period of confusion, the handsome Harry Potter returned to Hogwarts.

"I'm back, everyone! It's a pity that Cedric died and I couldn't save him."

The handsome Harry Potter threw Peter Pettigrew to the ground, and then gently put Cedric down.

Everyone around him looked at him quietly. No one dared to speak at this time, because God knew who he was talking to.

"Cedric! My son, Cedric, no!"

Amos Diggory hugged his son and cried loudly. He was not in the mood to care about who was around him at this time, whether it was Voldemort or Harry Potter. It had nothing to do with him. He only knew that his son was dead. Yes, Cedric Diggory is dead as in the original novel.

Regulus Black walked to Amos Diggory, comforted the old man who lost his son, and took off Cedric's gauntlet, and then a series of magic spells flowed through the gauntlet.

"What's wrong with everyone? Why are you looking at me like this?"

The handsome Harry Potter had an innocent expression on his face, but he was very surprised when everyone looked at him strangely.

"Because they don't know what to call you, Harry Potter, or Voldemort."

Regulus Black has now recovered five gauntlets, leaving only the one on Harry Potter's hand.

"Are you kidding? Assistant Black, I am Harry Potter. How can I be Voldemort? This is too ridiculous."

The handsome Harry Potter became a little excited, and his handsome expression began to become distorted, as if an inner demon was about to reveal itself.

Everyone stepped back. Sure enough, they still couldn't regard him as Harry Potter. Just Regulus' words could make him show such an ugly face.

The surrounding Aurors began to gather around, pointing their wands at the handsome Harry Potter with some trembling.

"You don't mind if I take a look at your gauntlet! Since you have chosen to return to Hogwarts, I believe this is Harry Potter's choice."

Regulus Black said as he slowly reached out and touched the gauntlet.

The handsome Harry Potter was struggling internally. On the one hand, he knew that Regulus Black would definitely be detrimental to him if he did this, but on the other hand, he knew that Regulus Black would not hurt him.

Two thoughts were entangled in my mind, and they were always entangled.

Regulus Black successfully touched the gauntlet, and the same spells were poured into it.

"It's okay. No matter who you are, there will be no Voldemort after tonight."

Regulus Black took a few steps back after speaking.

"I'm not Voldemort, I'm Harry Potter."

The handsome Harry Potter's expression began to become distorted again, and it was even more serious than before.

"The Sextet of Soul Guardian Seals!"

Regulus Black waved his wand, and the five gauntlets that had been placed aside immediately flew over and were directly placed on Harry Potter's hands, and six more gauntlets were placed in the same position.

Harry Potter, whose expression was distorted, was immediately pulled to the ground by the heavy pressure on his arms, and all of Voldemort's magic was turned into gravity.

"What did you do? Let me go. I won't let you go. You're dead."

Harry Potter, whose expression was twisted to the point of madness, used his other hand to wave his wand and pointed it at Regulus Black, but he was unable to use any magic power, just like a squib.

"Everyone is very tired tonight. Let's disperse! All students go back to sleep. There will be a celebration party in a few days."

Regulus Black wiped out the big screen with a wave of his wand, and only then did all the students realize that it was past midnight.

Everyone wants to know the truth, but now is obviously not the time for students to stay.

No one was making any noise, not even the members of the Thebes Legion, because their source of magic power had disappeared. Cedric's death was equivalent to cutting off the effect of their love potion, and there would be no Thebes Legion in the future. Everyone returns to their normal outlook on love, and then they painfully discover that no girl will love them.

The Legion of Thebes exists forever, once a member of the Legion of Thebes, forever a member of the Legion of Thebes.

"Regulus! What on earth is going on?"

Dumbledore was completely unable to grasp the situation this time, which made him very uneasy.

"Regulus! What's going on with Harry Potter now?"

Snape only cares about Harry Potter now, even though there may be a Dark Lord in that body that he fears.

"Regulus! This event is completely over if something like this happens! There will be no more Triwizard Tournaments in the future."

Minister of Magic Fudge and Director of the Department of Magical International Cooperation Barty both showed apocalyptic expressions. The Goblet of Fire was ruined.

"Regulus! My son Cedric is dead."

Amos Diggory stepped in now.

"I'll bring Cedric back to life."

Regulus Black waved away the hands clutching his clothes.