Hogwarts Card Drawer

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Harry looked around the cemetery, it was so dead and a little eerie. "Is this part of the mission?" he asked Chronos.

Chronos didn't speak, he was thinking about what to do next. Take Harry and run directly? But what if Voldemort didn't get Harry's blood transformed by Chronos?

Who knows what he will do after this failure. At that time, Chronos will completely lose the omniscient advantage of the seat traveler.

"I think you'd better hold your wand up," Chronos suggested.

"Fine!" said Harry, glad that Chronos had suggested it and not himself. 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 dark figure took a few steps closer—the distance between them was shrinking, of course—and he saw what looked like a baby in the man's arms...or was it just a pile of clothes?

The shadow stopped beside a standing marble tombstone. Only six feet away from them. Harry, Chronos, and the short man in black 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 say: "We meet again, I'm sorry I see you again in this gesture."

"But thanks to you chasing and killing Wormtail so hard, otherwise he wouldn't talk about Albania coming to me out of fear." A rustling voice thought about it, Kronos was scared when he saw the short figure I shivered.

Kronos snorted coldly, and he looked at Harry lying on the side with disgust, if it wasn't for him and Hermione's obstruction. Chronos will never face Voldemort again.

Voldemort had obviously expected Chronos' expression. He ordered to Wormtail: "Go ahead, don't waste time."

The cloaked dwarf had put down his heap and picked up Harry's wand. Then he dragged Harry towards the marble tombstone. Harry saw the name Tom on the tombstone by the flickering light of his wand. Lide, 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. While doing all this, Kronos just stood aside and watched coldly, without doing anything.

Harry's forehead was so painful that he couldn't feel what was happening outside.

Harry heard light but rapid breathing from under the hood, and as he struggled, the man hit him hard a few times - with his hand that was missing a finger.

Harry suddenly remembered 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 can only see what is directly in front of him.

Chronos stood 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 gigantic 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 pushing a large stone boiler towards the headstone, which seemed to be full of water - Harry could tell from the sound of splashing - and the boiler It was the biggest one Harry had ever seen in his life. It's big enough to fit a grown man in.

The liquid in that cauldron seemed to heat 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: "Come on!" The whole 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.

It's as if Peter took out a stone and revealed something ugly, vile, stupid but worse, and a hundred times worse. The thing had the form of a human child on its knees. But Harry had never seen anything so unchildlike - it had no hair and had scales on its surface. Its back is bare, black and red.

Kronos was also frightened at first glance, just like the plot in a horror movie, the disgusting Kronos had to turn his head away.

Its arms and legs were thin and frail, and its face--no child has such a face--was flat, snake-headed, and had twinkling red eyes.

The little thing looked so helpless as it lifted its tiny arms around Peter's neck. Peter 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.

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