GBP Chapter 185 He is back
Chapter 185 He is back
Hearing the correct answer, Sphinx showed regret on his face, "You are right, I still want to have some fun."
"Believe me." Gloria said seriously, "You don't want to play with me."
The Sphinx smiled kindly and made way for her.
Gloria quickened her pace and ran towards the center. Suddenly, a huge spider rushed out from the hedge. She swung her wand and the spider flew high into the sky. Even the students outside the field saw it and watched the spider fall back into the maze.
Sirius, who was sitting in the stands, clapped his hands, "This must be Leah's trick!"
For the first time, the Slytherins thought, he didn't look so annoying.
Gloria concentrated on finding her way in the maze, and finally saw the Triple Cup flashing with a faint blue light a few dozen meters away.
Her eyes lit up and she wanted to teleport over there, but unfortunately there were restrictions within the school.
Suddenly, a green light flew out from the side. Gloria leaned back to avoid it. The road in front of her was slowly blocked by the hedge. Before the road disappeared, she saw Harry running out from another place, looking at the Triwizard Cup happily, and then he grabbed it without hesitation, and disappeared in an instant.
"Making the Triwizard Cup into a Portkey is a very clever move, Professor Moody."
Gloria stood firm and took two steps back. At this time, the hedge had completely surrounded the place, and Moody walked out of the shadows with a cane.
"Miss Slytherin, you are always so clever."
She looked at the man in front of her whose face was distorted with excitement, "I'm not sure, are you Barty Crouch Jr.?"
Two people appeared in Harry's dream, one was Little Barty and the other was unclear.
Those who were able to follow him at that time must have been Voldemort’s trusted subordinates.
"That's hard to tell you." Moody looked her up and down with his magic eyes. "What you need to do now is to fall into a coma. The Dark Lord wants to see you in person, but not today, and certainly not here. You need to go to St. Mungo's Hospital."
Gloria said, "You don't really think that I'm a weak wizard?"
"Of course not!" Moody put his cane aside. "So I'll deal with you myself."
A strange silence spread. Moody took the first step and cast a fierce spell straight at his face. Gloria raised her hand and cast a spell, which collided and produced fierce sparks.
"You are beyond my imagination--" Moody said excitedly, licking his lips.
They fought back and forth in silence for several times, and Gloria was not at a disadvantage at all.
The surrounding hedges were flattened by the terrifying energy, and the impact of the spell caused several circles of energy fluctuations.
Sensing the three snakes approaching, Gloria said, "I don't have time for you."
Instantly, a golden snake suddenly appeared, stared into Moody's eyes, and hissed, "Go to sleep--"
Moody rolled his eyes and fainted on the ground.
Gloria knew that he would be asleep for a long time, so she put away her wand and said, "Follow me, and don't show up unless the killing curse hits me, okay?"
Apophis immediately responded: "Got it."
The three snakes crawled into the pocket. It took them some time to get here from the castle, but fortunately they caught up.
Standing next to Moody, he took his wand, which emitted red sparks and then put it away. Then he touched the black stone on his wrist and disappeared on the spot.
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Harry fell headfirst to the ground. The cheers from students and teachers he had expected did not appear. He looked up and found himself in an overgrown graveyard.
What's going on? Isn't the game more than just getting out of the maze?
There is a small church behind the tall yew trees on the right, and there is a hill on the left with an exquisite old house on the hillside.
There were the sound of approaching footsteps, and Harry raised his wand, thinking this was the final test.
A tall figure walked towards them step by step, and judging by his posture, he seemed to be holding something in his arms.
The man stopped beside the marble tombstone. Harry wanted to see who he was. "Which professor are you?"
Could it be Professor Snape?
Caught off guard, the lightning scar on his forehead began to hurt so badly that he could not hold the wand anymore. He collapsed to his knees on the ground, his head feeling like it was going to explode.
"Nice to meet you again--" a cold and slippery voice sounded.
Harry shuddered. He remembered this voice, in his dream -
It's Voldemort!
"The Boy-Who-Lived, with no one in your way today, can you continue to escape death?"
A levitation spell controlled Harry and moved him to the side of the tombstone, in front of a hooded, winged statue of the Grim Reaper holding a scythe. The statue opened its arms and trapped him with its long handles.
Finally, the pain in the scar eased a little. Harry was already sweating profusely. He tried hard to shake off the sweat and opened his eyes.
With the dim light, I could see the name on the tombstone: Tom Riddle.
I saw this name in my second year. It was Voldemort’s real name, but the middle name Marvolo was missing from the tombstone.
The man wielding the wand took off his cloak. Harry would never forget the pair of blood-stained white gloves. The handsome man was holding a bundle in his arms.
Pointing his wand to the side, Harry spotted a stone cauldron in the darkness, and flames burst forth as the spell struck the bottom of the cauldron.
"Voldemort." Harry called out the name with surprising calmness.
"Harry Potter, long time no see. I have been looking forward to this day. Don't worry, we will be able to have a good talk face to face soon."
Harry saw an ugly baby in the bundle. With a rustling sound, a big snake was winding on the grass. It raised its head and looked at him, then came to the silent man.
The water in the crucible quickly boiled, and sparks flashed on the surface of the water, as if it was covered with diamonds.
"It's done." The man finally spoke.
"let's start!"
The man opened the bundle, and Harry saw the baby's appearance and screamed in fright.
It has no hair, its skin is dark red and covered with scales, its limbs are thin and soft, making its head look very big, and that face... can no longer be called a human face, it looks like a flat snake face with a pair of sparkling red eyes.
It was dropped into the cauldron, and then the man muttered something. Harry could no longer hear what he was saying. He just stared at the cauldron, hoping that the baby would drown or burn into blood.
The tombstone cracked, a wisp of dust fell into the crucible, and the diamond-like surface of the water broke, revealing a bright blue.
Then the man took out another package, opened it and threw it in. Harry swore he was not mistaken, it was a calf.
Finally the man looked at him, "The blood of your enemies, forced to give... can resurrect your enemies."
Harry's head was buzzing. Resurrection?
Voldemort resurrected?
"No, I don't want it!" Harry shouted and struggled, but the long handle trapped him tightly and the sharp dagger pierced his arm.
Blood dripped into the crucible, causing a violent reaction and sparks flying everywhere.
Harry kept praying in his heart that it must have failed, that thing must have died in the crucible...
However, the sparks went out, and a thick white smoke rose. The man with the blood-stained gloves shook open the robe that had previously wrapped the baby, and controlled it to fly into the white smoke.
A tall, thin, skeleton-like man dressed in a black robe walked out of the Crucible.
He walked up to Harry, with angry red eyes, a flat face, and two thin slits where his nostrils should be.
"I'm back, Harry Potter!"