HP Approaches the Magical World

Harry felt his feet hitting the ground. The injury on his leg was still not healed. When the pain came over, his strength relaxed for a moment, and the trophy in his hand fell to the ground.

Beside him is Cedric.

Who knows where they were teleported.

He was about to take two steps forward with his partner, Cedric, when he saw an inexplicable black figure, followed by a flash of green light, and Cedric fell to the ground.

Just now, he heard the sound of Avada Kedavra.

For an interminable second, Harry stared blankly at Cedric's face, at his now expressionless face and lifeless gray pupils, eyes that seemed to belong to an abandoned house. The windows are empty and lifeless.

His mouth was half open, and he looked a little surprised. Obviously, he didn't expect the danger in front of him to kill him.

But death is a sudden thing, who can predict it?

Harry felt like his brain couldn't accept what he was seeing, because he couldn't feel anything other than a little disbelief.

Until he was dragged up.

He quickly saw the scene before him, and the sudden appearance of Peter Pettigrew, but he didn't care because Cedric's body lay twenty feet away, his wand dropped. At Cedric's feet, a little farther away, is the Triwizard Cup that reflects the starlight, so it shines brightly.

And the bundle brought by Peter Pettigrew, which Harry guessed was a baby, was also placed nearby, under the grave not far away, and seemed restless.

When Harry stared at the thing, he suddenly felt his scar burn again.

Immediately afterwards, he heard a voice beside him, and when he looked down, it was a very huge python, meandering on the weeds, circling around the tombstone.

He began to calm himself down, wondering if there was any way to get out of here? And at the same time accept whatever may be happening now.

What happened next was clearly beyond his tolerance.

Because he saw Peter Pettigrew ripping off the package on the ground, revealing what was inside.

Inside was a slimy, eyeless ugly thing--ugly is a bit of an over-glamorization, it looked like a full-colored baby, but he was hairless, scaly, and dark-skinned. Red, like injured, tender flesh growing outward.

The most terrifying thing is that he has a flat snake face.

He suddenly had a very ominous premonition in his heart, but this premonition was immediately changed by Peter Pettigrew's actions.

The voices of Peter Pettigrew began to ring in all directions.

“Bone of the father unknownly given you will renew your son.

(father's bone,

Inadvertently donating can make your son regenerate. )

Flesh of the servant willingly given you will revive your master.

(Servant meat, donated voluntarily, regenerates your master.)

Blood of the enemy forcibly aken you will resurrect your foe.

(The blood of your enemy, compelled to sacrifice, may resurrect your enemy.)”

Harry couldn't do anything because he was bound too tightly, he could only struggle there desperately, trying to break free from the ropes that bound him, but it didn't help, the dagger's spike still irritated his arm Bend, the blood lay down along the torn roar, and was taken into a small glass bottle.

All that remained in his heart was helpless mourning.

But this kind of prayer has no effect at all.

The cauldron boiled.

A puff of white steam rose from inside, covering everything in front of Harry, and he couldn't see anything but a vast expanse of white vapor.

But soon, through the white mist in front of his eyes, he watched with horror the black figure of a man rising from the dry pot.

Like a skeleton, tall and thin.

"Dress me."

said the grim, high-pitched voice from behind the steam.

Then he stepped out of the cauldron and walked up to Harry.

Staring at Harry with those strange eyes.

Harry saw the face that had been haunting his nightmares for the past three years, far more terrifying than the ones in his dreams, and it proved a fact that was very hard for him to accept.

Voldemort is back to life.

...

Time goes back five minutes.

Hogwarts, training ground.

The cabin, which has not been inhabited for a long time, has not become dusty because of the absence of the owner. The magic circle that remains here is still cleaning everything here dutifully, keeping it in a clean state.

And the most important thing is the ancient tree not far from here, responsible for carrying the passage between the magic net and the magic fairy castle.

When Jon's first ray of power dissipated from the passage, the old spider lurking in the depths of the forest woke up, and then the magic web stored in his body jumped out, using a very strange force from the void. The speed came to Jon's vicinity.

After Jon has been gone for so long, he has developed a lot and has the wisdom of a child.

This is of course thanks to Grindelwald's help.

When Jon walked out of the passage, he immediately heard a call from a distance.

Also, he saw the torrent of constantly refreshing information in the magic net in front of him, all of which reflected an extremely large number of new things happening around Hogwarts.

What time is it now?

He reached out and touched the magic net. It was strange that he could touch the outline of the magic net.

This is of course due to his current body. After adding Helga's divine power, the blood belonging to Helga in his body has flourished again. The power of the black bird is vaguely at a disadvantage. I am not at sea. With a lot of progress, I am afraid that Helga's blood has the upper hand now.

However, due to this time, he has gained a lot, and the two blood vessels in his body are in a strange combination.

It's as if a bird has been flying for a long time, and it must find a tree to rest for a while. The black bird in his body originally inhabited his soul, guarding the traces of the law from the will of the world, but now it has scattered its power into it. The trend in the bloodline is combined with the world tree.

a good thing.

Waving his hand, let the magic net go back to the depths of the Forbidden Forest to wait, and Jon waved a message to inform Stephen to come to the hut.

Then he took two steps forward and wandered from the void to the cabin.

After his strength has risen to this status, he has already infinitely approached the realm of a legendary wizard, so even if he doesn't use magic, he can still float stably in the void.

Counting the lives he burned, he is now a twenty-year-old pseudo-legendary wizard.

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