The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

After Barty Crouch walked out of the room, he looked around to make sure there was no one or snake around. Then he took out a kettle from his arms, opened the lid and took a big gulp.

The drink in the kettle didn't taste very good. After Barty drank it, his body trembled unnaturally. After shaking himself, he staggered through the dark corridor to find Nagini.

After passing through the dark corridor, there is a stone step covered with dust. The dust on it is so thick that even walking on it makes no sound. As Barty walked, he used the faint fluorescence from the tip of his wand to look for Nagini.

He was serious, he really needed to find Nagini and get some venom from her mouth to make a potion for Voldemort to keep him alive.

But when he reached the landing, he stopped and an old man with a cane appeared in front of him.

When the old man saw that the intruder was an adult man, he was stunned. He wanted to say something, but saw the man anxiously put his index finger to his mouth, signaling him to be silent.

The old man on crutches is of course Frank. He took the spare key to the mansion and entered through the back door, looking for the "little thief" who broke into the mansion. When he saw Barty Crouch, he thought there was really a burglar in Riddle House!

However, Barty's actions awakened his fighting instinct that had been dormant for many years. He closed his mouth and did not make a fuss, but his left hand, which was holding a cane, still squeezed the cane unconsciously. He believed that even though he was almost seventy-seven years old, he could still blow a young man's head off with a cane.

Batty nervously led the old man to the corner of the stairs and asked in a low voice: "Have you seen a big snake on the road?"

Frank:?

"Uh, no." Although this question was very strange, Old Frank decided to answer him.

Barty breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, go back quickly, this is not the place you should stay -"

"Go back, me?" Frank was a little surprised. "Do you know what you are doing? If you break into a house illegally, I can give the police a call and send you to jail -"

"Forget everything!" Barty cleared the old man's memory. He now feels that this spell is very practical, enough to rank among the top ten magic spells used by wizards.

The old man's expression became confused, and Batty slipped away quietly.

It took more than ten seconds for Frank to wake up. He looked around blankly and found that he had appeared in Riddle's old house inexplicably.

"When did I have the problem of sleepwalking?" He shook his head and limped out of the long-abandoned house.

Shortly after the old man left, Barty also found Nagini in the fireplace in the living room on the first floor of the house, enjoying the mouse she had caught. Barty watched patiently as Nagini swallowed the mouse, then took out a small crystal bottle and squeezed a small bottle of venom from her fangs.

When he returned to the second floor, Peter had already prepared the potion. He poured the venom into the bottle and shook it a few times to allow the liquid inside to fully mix. Then Peter took the potion bottle and carefully came to Voldemort.

Voldemort, who was closing his eyes to rest, opened his slender eyes. His eyes were completely different from those of normal humans. They were small and narrow, with pointed pupils, like snake pupils. What was even weirder was that his eyes were filled with scarlet. The color was as if his eyes were filled with blood instead of tears.

He opened his mouth slightly and allowed Peter to pour the potion into a small silver spoon and feed it into his mouth. The entrance to the potion brought a biting chill. If an ordinary wizard takes it, it will only be poisonous and kill him. But when Voldemort, who is neither human nor ghost, drinks it, it has the effect of fighting poison with poison. Not only can it restore physical strength, but it can also use the cold to relieve physical pain.

Feeling the cold current flowing to his limbs, Voldemort felt refreshed. Thinking of Barty's actions not long after, he couldn't help but laugh sadly.

Two hundred miles away, the boy named Harry Potter woke up from his dream.

He lay on the bed, the scar on his forehead throbbing with pain, as if someone had inserted a thin steel needle into his head.

Harry struggled to get up from the bed, covering the scar with one hand - this seemed to alleviate his pain a little. The other hand was groping randomly in the dark, and finally touched his own on the bedside table next to the bed. Glasses.

After putting on glasses, the world around me becomes clearer.

Only then did Harry realize that he was breaking out in a cold sweat, and the sheets were wrinkled into a ball, sticking to his body together with his pajamas, giving him a very uncomfortable feeling.

Harry pulled off his pajamas, rolled out of bed, and opened the window.

The cool night breeze flowed in from the window and quickly dried the remaining sweat on Harry's body, making him feel refreshed. The stinging sensation caused by the scar on his forehead also evaporated with the sweat.

"How many times has this happened?" Harry was a little uneasy. Recently, his scar has been experiencing frequent tingling sensations, but the pain comes and goes quickly. Sometimes it only hurts for a moment, as if someone stabbed his forehead with a needle.

Harry looked out the window at Privet Drive. The outside world looks like a standard British middle-class residential area: the streets are clean and tidy, the street lights are all working normally, and every household's lawn is neatly trimmed.

We are all decent and extremely decent gentlemen.

I'm afraid this is one of the reasons why the Dursleys dislike Harry: the word magic is not a word that can be heard in respectable people's ears.

Harry made his bed, smoothed the sheets, spread out the towels, and hung them to dry with his pajamas. Now that they were soaked with sweat, it would be very uncomfortable to lie on them, so Harry had no idea of ​​going back to bed to rest.

He tiptoed to his desk and turned on the lamp on the desk.

The desk lamp illuminated the room, revealing all the furnishings inside. There was a box at the foot of Harry's bed that was closed but not completely closed. A broomstick with a corner of a wizard's robe poked out of it. Most of the space on his desk was occupied by a large, empty birdcage. This is Hedwig's cage, where she rests when she's not delivering messages. Next to the cage is a pile of spell books, stacked so high that if you are not careful, it will cause a "tragedy". In the corner of the table, parchment, quill pens, ink bottles and other miscellaneous items are randomly stuffed.

Harry's situation is actually improving. In the second grade, he did not have the right to use his luggage openly. He could only steal his luggage from the broom closet on the first floor and quietly do his homework at night.

Now, he can do his homework openly. This may be attributed to his success in inflating his aunt.