"That night, he had already reached the edge of the forest where I was hiding, and was about to find me soon. But because he was too hungry, he foolishly walked into a tavern. Then he met Bertha there.
·Jorkins - a witch from the Ministry of Magic..."
"But fate is still on Voldemort's side! Because this encounter might have killed Wormtail and destroyed my last hope of resurrection."
"Wormtail showed a calmness that was beyond my expectation. He persuaded Bertha Jorkins to take a night walk with him. He subdued her... and brought her to me."
"This Bertha Jorkins, who could have ruined everything, became a wonderful gift that I could not have dreamed of. Because, after a little 'persuasion' on my part, she handed over a lot of very important information." p>
"It was she who told me that the Triwizard Tournament would be held at Hogwarts this year. She also said that she knew a loyal Death Eater. As long as I could get in touch with him, he would be willing to help me." p>
"Although she told me a lot of things, the method I used to break the forgetting spell on her was too powerful. So after I took out all the useful information from her mouth, her spirit and body were damaged beyond belief.
Recovery."
"She has served her purpose. And I can't possess her, so I have to get rid of her."
When he said this, Voldemort paused for a while, his eyes flashing with an indifferent red light. After checking the reactions of the Death Eaters around him, he continued with satisfaction.
"As for why I don't possess Wormtail, it's because I need him. Even though he is a bad wizard, he can complete my instructions and give me a weak physical body."
"This way I don't have to possess other creatures, but wait in this body for the ingredients needed for true regeneration. With one or two spells I invented myself, as well as the blood of the unicorn and Nagini's
With the potion mixed with venom, I finally have an almost human-like body, allowing me to embark on the journey back."
"I was supposed to gain immortality with the help of the Philosopher's Stone, but Dumbledore ruined it! So I can only do the next best thing and restore my original body and strength first."
"It's not easy to do this. It takes three powerful medicinal ingredients to prepare the magic potion that revived me today. This is an ancient black magic, and one of the medicinal ingredients is in my hand, right?
Tail? Servant’s meat..."
"And the other one: my father's bones, naturally means that we have to come here, this is the place where he is buried. As for the last medicine, it is also the most difficult one to choose: the blood of the enemy."
"Wormtail suggested that I just choose the blood of any wizard, because any wizard who hates me, their blood can become such a medicine."
"But I don't think so, because I know whose blood is the right way to use it. If I want to be resurrected and become stronger than before."
"What I need is the blood of Harry Potter, the blood of the man who made me lose my body 13 years ago. Because in this way, the protection his mother left on him will also exist in my blood."<
/p>
"I lost my body because of him back then, and now I have regained my body because of him and become stronger. What doesn't kill me will eventually make me stronger! What do you think? Harry, cut out the bones!"<
/p>
When the Cruciatus Curse hit Harry, he felt like his bones were burning. His head must have split along the scars. His eyes were spinning wildly in his skull. He had never experienced such painful torture.
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He just hoped that this kind of torture would stop quickly, even if he fainted or died immediately. Then this kind of torture suddenly ended, and he lost all his strength and hung limply on the tombstone of Voldemort's father who tied him to it.
on the rope.
Voldemort stared at Harry with his red eyes, while the arrogant laughter of the Death Eaters could be heard all around. Voldemort once again proved his power and announced his return.
"I think you have seen how ridiculous it is to think that this boy is stronger than me. He is just a poor man who relied on his mother's sacrifice. His strength is not worth mentioning in front of me."<
/p>
"But in order to prevent the misunderstanding that he is stronger than me from recurring and prove that his escape from me was just a fluke. I will kill him to prove my strength, right here and now, in front of all of you.
Noodles."
"Now there is no Dumbledore here to protect him, nor is his mother here to make sacrifices for him. Of course, I will still give him a little bit of hope."
"He can fight me, so you won't have any doubts about who is stronger."
Having said this, Voldemort waved his wand and lowered Harry from his father's tombstone. When Harry fell heavily to the ground because the rope disappeared, the Death Eaters around him laughed again.
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When Harry was trying to hold himself up and not fall down completely, his wand was thrown in front of him. So he reached out to pick up his own wand and cast a simple healing spell on himself.
This made him feel better, and then he stood up with support on his injured leg. The moment he stood up, he thought about running away immediately.
But he wisely chose to give up, because it was almost impossible to do. At this time, Harry stood on the overgrown cemetery with his back against Voldemort's father's tombstone, and the Death Eaters came closer and gathered closely.
Surround him and Voldemort.
The gap that originally existed due to the absence and death of some Death Eaters disappeared due to the shrinking of the circle. But at this time, Harry no longer had the mind to care about this. His body was tense due to Voldemort's malicious gaze.
By.
"You have learned dueling, right?"
Voldemort's words reminded Harry of the dueling club he had joined and all the practice and hard work he had done during this period. Wasn't everything he had done just to face today. So Harry took a deep breath,
He gripped his wand tightly, then raised it and pointed it at Voldemort in front of him.
"No, no, no, Harry. According to the rules and etiquette of duels, we must bow to each other first, Harry. After all, etiquette must be observed, and Dumbledore must also hope that you behave gracefully. So,
Bow like death, Harry Potter."
The words "observe etiquette and grace" seemed so ridiculous when spoken by Voldemort. However, Harry did not have many choices at this time, and Voldemort did not give him a choice.