Harry may never understand how things turned into the situation before him.

He had just participated in the fourth event of the Triwizard Tournament in the maze of the Quidditch pitch and won third place. He was about to pick up the medal and greet the cheers and praises of his classmates.

However, the next second, he appeared here inexplicably.

Fortunately, he still thought that today was his lucky day.

What a lucky day, it turns out all the bad luck is waiting for you here.

Harry knew very well that his current situation was not good.

A woman who was both strange and familiar to him came into view. He had seen each other in his dreams and Dumbledore's memories. It was the brutal Death Eater who tortured Neville's parents, Bellatrix Rice. Strange.

He first heard a group of men in black robes arguing, but he didn't know what they were arguing about.

After a period of fighting between you and me, Bellatrix won the final victory and was able to come to a large crucible.

This crucible is very huge, enough to accommodate an adult seat.

The liquid in the crucible continued to boil and emit strange bubbles, and Bellatrix continued to add various herbs that Harry didn't recognize. Her face was filled with-- Harry seemed to have an extremely evil smile.

Harry looked at this strange scene blankly and thought about the cause of everything.

When he was in a desperate situation, he was a little reckless, but his intelligence suddenly regained the high ground.

His thoughts were traveling as fast as lightning. When he saw Bellatrix Lestrange, he thought of Death Eaters;

When he thought of Death Eaters, he thought of the chaos of World Cup night;

When he thought of the World Cup, he thought of...

It's the door key!

That medal is actually a door key!

He still clearly remembered how he came to the World Cup. The broken boots that teleported when touched were a door key.

Now that I have come here, I should have used the same method.

All these mysteries slowly came together in his mind, forming a complete conspiracy.

But even if you understand all this, it still won't help the current situation.

Harry had just figured out why he came here when he was stunned by Bellatrix's actions. She actually put an extremely ugly baby into the crucible. What on earth did she want to do?

"ah!"

The scar on Harry's forehead suddenly burned so unbearably that he almost fainted.

Vaguely, Bellatrix's excited and fanatical voice came to my ears:

"Unintentional donation of your father's bones can regenerate your son!"

"The flesh of your servant, donated voluntarily, can bring about the rebirth of your master!"

Speaking of this, she became more and more excited and without hesitation cut off her left hand with the wand and threw it into the crucible.

Then he felt that his arm was stabbed by a sharp blade, and his blood was taken away with a spell.

"The blood of your enemies, forced to give, will make your enemies prosperous!"

After Bellatrix said the last sentence, a black figure slowly rose from the crucible.

As the man stepped out of the cauldron and put on the robe Bellatrix handed him, Harry felt a creepy shiver run through his body.

That was the face that had often appeared in his nightmares for the past three years - Voldemort was resurrected.

"My Lord Merlin, if this is a terrible nightmare, please wake me up!" Harry kept roaring and shouting in his heart.

This is not a nightmare, but a terrifying reality.

Why didn’t I listen to Sirius’s advice [Why did I dream of entering the vortex of the main competition? Why didn’t I stay in the dream until the end of the game in the finals?

Now it seems that the entire Triwizard Tournament is just a clever trap aimed at him.

Harry's heart was full of regret, but he couldn't turn back time and everything was irreversible.

Voldemort returned to the world with his blood, and darkness once again enveloped the earth.

However, in this moment of despair, Harry suddenly remembered the badge that Levin had given him before the game.

At that time, he thought that the badge would not be useful. Who would have thought that he would actually use the badge.

Harry quietly held the badge with his hand, and then he suddenly felt a familiar voice ringing in his heart.

It's Levin's voice:

"Harry Potter, my name is Levin Green. When you hear this message, maybe you have been captured by the Death Eaters, or maybe the Dark Lord has been resurrected through your blood. Don't panic, everything you have experienced, In fact, we have all made some guesses and prepared in advance. This badge can help us locate your location. Be careful to delay, Dumbledore and I will come to take you away at any time."

Harry almost cried when he heard Levin's message.

Finally found the organization.

He grasped the badge tightly with his hands, as if grasping the last straw.

But immediately, the intelligence of reoccupying the high ground told him that he could not do this. He should act as if nothing had happened and not let the enemy notice the existence of this badge.

"Be brave, Harry."

He encouraged himself silently in his heart,

"Don't be frightened by Voldemort. He is just resurrected and is still planning for Dumbledore and Levin.

"I'll be safe if I just delay for a while."

As long as Dumbledore attacks, everything will be fine.

Voldemort didn't care what Harry was thinking,

The first thing he did after coming out of the pot was to check his own body.

His hands were like big pale spiders, slender and pale fingers gently sliding over his chest, arms, and face; his red eyes shone in the dark, with two slits in the pupils, like a cat's eyes.

He raised his hands and moved his fingers, his face filled with ecstasy.

"Put my robe on."

Voldemort ordered loudly.

Bellatrix ignored her embarrassment and bleeding broken arm and hurriedly found a green robe and brought it to him.

Putting on his robe, Voldemort finally noticed Bella's miserable condition.

"My most loyal servant, you have suffered."

He comforted hypocritically, without any fluctuation in his tone, but it moved Bella to tears.

Voldemort raised his wand again and danced in the air. A strip of light like molten silver was drawn on the head of the wand. It had no shape at first, and then the strip of light twisted and turned into a sparkling human hand, as bright as moonlight. . It flew down on its own and pressed against Bella's bleeding wrist.

Bella raised her head and looked at the silver hand as if she couldn't believe it. It fit seamlessly onto his arm, as if he were wearing a dazzling glove.

She tried to bend her shining fingers, then tremblingly picked up a branch from the ground and kneaded it into foundation.

"My Master," she said softly, "Master, you are so beautiful... Thank you... Thank you..."

Bella gratefully knelt on the ground and kissed Voldemort's feet.

Voldemort roughly pulled her up, then slowly placed his wand on Bellatrix's Dark Mark, murmuring softly: "||I, Voldemort, am back!"

The Dark Mark on Bellatrix's arm became as black as ink, exuding an extremely dark magical aura.

A look of extreme pain appeared on her face, but she gritted her teeth and did not make a sound.

"Bella, how many more people will come after you feel it?"

Voldemort admired his pale, slender fingers and asked casually.

At this moment, Voldemort has turned into the noseless and ugly appearance in the original work, but not only is he not ashamed, but he is very pleased that his similarity to snakes has increased a lot.

"Master, anyone who betrays you will suffer my crazy revenge."

Bellatrix buried her head lower, hoping that Voldemort could see her determination and loyalty.

Suddenly, the air was filled with the rustle of cloaks, as if countless bats were moving gently in the dark night.

Between the tombs and deep in the jungle, the phantoms of wizards emerged one by one. They were wearing cloaks and masks with strange patterns on their faces, like ten groups of ghosts walking out of the darkness.

Harry immediately thought of those figures who committed wanton crimes during the World Cup. They were the notorious Death Eaters.

However, at this moment, these Death Eaters had lost their former arrogance - or in other words, after being surrounded and suppressed by Aurors once, they could no longer be arrogant (Li's Zhao) - they approached Voldemort slowly and cautiously. Like devout believers worshiping their gods.

"Master...Master..."

A Death Eater called in a low voice and knelt down five meters away from Voldemort. He crawled to Voldemort's side, kissed his robe, and then silently stepped aside.

His humble appearance reminded Harry of a house elf in the kitchen.

Other Death Eaters followed suit and formed a tight circle, surrounding Voldemort like a star in the moon.

While Voldemort was greeting his old friend, Harry heard Voldemort calling out some of the Death Eaters' names.

Although he didn't hear Lucius Malfoy's name, he heard Crabbe and Goyle.

Malfoy's two henchmen also have Death Eaters at home, so Malfoy is probably a Death Eater too.

There was also a man named Gaholis Greengrass,

Harry remembered that one of the girls who often pestered Levin was named Greengrass.

Besides them there are many strange wizards.

All the Death Eaters looked at Harry with strange eyes, their eyes full of strangeness and curiosity.

They looked at the desperate face of the legendary savior, the famous Harry Potter, as if they were admiring the end of a tragedy. .

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