New Professor at Hogwarts

Harry's heart suddenly sank. Without the wand, he would have no ability to deal with danger. After all, there are wizards with considerable strength who can do without the wand, or legendary wizards such as Dumbledore and Voldemort. Either a hybrid giant like Hagrid, or a creature like an elf or a house elf.

He wanted to move and hide behind a tombstone, but suddenly there was another sharp pain in his forehead.

"Ah!" He covered his forehead tightly and squatted on the ground, his expression was very painful, his face was twisted, and cold sweat broke out instantly.

At this time, the man came closer, wearing a hooded cloak, covering his face. The distance between them was shrinking. Harry reluctantly raised his head, and there were still waves of burning pain on his forehead, but He still vaguely recognized what the man was holding. It seemed to be a baby?

"Harry Potter, we finally meet... no, we meet again!"

The man spoke... no, it was not the man wearing a hood and cloak. The voice was different from the one he heard at the beginning. This time, the voice was not only cold, but also made him feel chills in his heart.

Was it the thing in that man's arms that spoke?

Harry stared at the approaching figure.

The man stopped in front of a towering marble tombstone, only six or seven feet away from Harry. At this moment, Harry and the figure looked at each other.

The lightning scar on Harry's forehead seemed to be burning, and the pain became more intense, almost like nothing he had ever felt in his life.

"Ah!" Harry screamed again, covering his face with his hands, bending his legs and falling to the ground. He couldn't see anything in front of him, and his head felt as if it was about to explode.

"So fragile!" It was still the same cold voice.

"Master, do you want to start now?" A man's voice asked respectfully.

The cold voice replied: "Let's get started, I have been waiting for too long, and I am no longer willing to wait any longer. By the way, be careful, Harry Potter is mine, the 'Savior Star'? Ha, I will end Harry Potter myself."

"Yes, Master." The man's voice said respectfully,

The man in the cloak had already put down his baggage, lit his wand, walked over and grabbed Harry - he was in so much pain that he had no ability to resist, not to mention he didn't even have a wand - and dragged Harry towards the marble tombstone. go.

Harry saw a name in the flickering light of his wand before he was pushed around and his back hit the tombstone.

Tom Riddle!

He seemed to understand something in an instant. He remembered what happened in the secret room more than a year ago. The mastermind behind the secret room incident at that time was a diary, but the diary contained the soul of a wizard. That wizard It was the young Voldemort, also called Tom Riddle by Dumbledore!

"Voldemort? Is this Voldemort's tomb?" Harry was obviously worried. After all, he knew that Voldemort was plotting to resurrect. Could it be that Voldemort was hiding under this tomb?

"Recognize me?" The cold voice seemed to smile and said slowly, "But you are wrong, Harry Potter. It is not me who is sleeping under this grave, but my stupid good-for-nothing." My father abandoned my mother because she was a witch, so I taught him a lesson and he ended up lying here."

Harry became increasingly nervous. Did Voldemort kill his father? Yes, he already knew this from the soul fragments in the diary, but Voldemort was really right in front of him. Although he faced Voldemort once in the first grade, it was at Hogwarts, and there were Ron and Hermione was his comrade-in-arms, but now he was alone, and he didn't know where he was now. Will Ron and Neville find out that he is missing? Will Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Frémont arrive in time to rescue him?

As for the other two people present besides Harry - Winky is a house elf - naturally one is Barty Crouch Jr. and the other is Voldemort.

"Rope binding!"

Barty Crouch Jr. used magic to conjure a rope and tied Harry tightly to the tombstone from his neck to his ankles.

Harry heard steady and excited breathing coming from inside the hood. He struggled hard, but it was useless. Instead, he was hit hard by Barty Crouch Jr.

"Ah!" Harry cried in pain.

"Be quiet and don't make me do it." Barty Crouch Jr. said coldly.

Voldemort said leisurely: "Okay, okay, little Barty, give our 'Savior' and 'Boy-Who-Lived' some respect. He is my old enemy, isn't he? Haha."

He said and sneered twice.

"Master, how can such a little wizard qualify to be your old enemy?" Barty said, "In the entire magical world, only Dumbledore can be called your enemy, and all the guys in the Ministry of Magic are vulnerable. "

Little Barty has a completely dismissive attitude towards the Ministry of Magic.

"What are you going to do?" Harry asked through gritted teeth, trying not to scream again in order to avoid embarrassing himself in front of the enemy.

"What to do?" Voldemort's voice chuckled, "This is a lot, but the most important thing now... let me be resurrected first! Barty, I'm sorry to bother you."

"It is my honor to serve the master." Little Barty said in a fanatical tone. He put away his wand and pushed a heavy object over.

Harry could see clearly that it was a stone cauldron that was pushed to the edge of the grave by Barty Crouch Jr. The cauldron seemed to be filled with water - he heard a splashing sound.

This stone cauldron was larger than any cauldron Harry had ever used, and could almost accommodate a grown man sitting in it.

He didn't know what Barty Crouch Jr. was going to do with the stone cauldron, but he seemed to have guessed something, and the uneasiness in his heart suddenly became stronger.

He suddenly heard a sound at his feet, looked down and saw a big snake snaking on the grass, circling around his tombstone.

"Hiss..." Harry couldn't help but gasp. What a big snake it was. It was thicker than his waist and more than ten feet long. He felt that this big snake could swallow him in one bite.

Little Barty used his wand to touch the bottom of the stone crucible, and a crackling flame suddenly burst out under the crucible, and at this time the big snake swam into the darkness.

"It's ready, Master."

The things in the bag seemed to be excited, and they couldn't wait to break free from the shackles or protection of the bag.

"Put me in." Voldemort's cold voice could not conceal his excitement.

At this time, Harry's scar started to hurt, and he suddenly realized that he didn't want to see what was in the bag, and he didn't want the bag to be opened.

But little Barty had already picked up the baggage he had just placed on the ground.