The moonlight tonight is unusually bright. This situation is indeed rare in a country known as the foggy city, but tonight is indeed a good moon-viewing day.
Harry walked alone under the moonlight with a confused look on his face. The moonlight here was indeed beautiful, but all he wanted to say in his heart was shit.
Before he appeared in this place, he was sleeping in the dormitory, but suddenly he felt someone poke his face with something.
Harry had no choice but to open his eyes, only to see Noah holding a wand and looking at him with evil intentions.
Except for Noah, it was Professor Snape who looked calm. Harry turned to look at his roommates and found that everyone else was sleeping soundly.
Harry wanted to open his mouth to ask something, but before he could speak, he realized that his body seemed to be out of control.
Then his magic began to pour into the key that Noah had given him, which immediately made Harry's eyes widen.
"Good luck to you, Harry."
"Hell, I haven't changed my clothes yet..."
Well, before Harry could even shout out these words, he was already transported to an extremely gloomy place.
Not only has he not changed his clothes, he can only wear a nightgown, he doesn't even have a pair of shoes, and most importantly, he doesn't even have a wand!
This is simply a hell level of difficulty for him. Although Harry's current magic level is very good, he is only a second-level little magician.
Without a wand, he couldn't cast spells at all, so he was really confused now.
Although after thinking about it carefully, Harry found that it seemed to be the most logical thing for him to appear in this damn place like this.
But at least we should discuss it with him first. I came here without even bringing a single person with me. If someone else uses the killing curse when we meet, wouldn’t I be doomed?
With a little uneasiness, Harry forced himself to calm down, but it seemed that after trying many times, Harry found that he couldn't calm down at all.
Calm yourself down, it’s so hard to calm down when you’re walking in such a gloomy place in the middle of the night, staring at the round moon!
"Is there anyone here? Where is this place?"
Harry walked around the cemetery for almost five minutes, but he still didn't find a ghost. Now he really hoped to see one.
After staying in the wizarding world for so many years, Harry gradually got used to seeing something invisible to others when walking on the road.
Although this often made Harry feel distressed, now Harry really wished he could see one.
At least this way Harry can still try to ask about these things and figure out his situation. He is really full of question marks now.
Continuing to walk silently alone, Harry suddenly felt as if he was being watched by someone.
This feeling made Harry feel very uncomfortable, so Harry looked back several times but didn't find anything.
"What's going on?" Harry thought secretly, and he became more careful now.
"Hiss...it's that boy. It seems that he did come here alone, there is no one else."
Just as Harry was looking around cautiously, a hoarse female voice suddenly reached his ears, which immediately made Harry's hair stand up.
"who!"
Harry immediately turned around and looked, but unfortunately Harry still didn't see anything, but he heard the sound of some animals sliding.
This immediately gave Harry a bad feeling. Harry could only think of one situation in this situation.
He immediately lowered his head and looked, and sure enough, he saw a line that was probably at least fourteen feet slowly sliding to his feet!
This immediately startled Harry. Although he could understand what the snake was saying, the snake gave him a very confusing feeling.
This made Harry basically give up the idea of communicating with the snake, not to mention that he knew what the action was going to be like, and he would not say anything to a snake.
He now looks like a student with fear and confusion written all over his face. In fact, he is actually a little scared.
"Nagini said he is alone, do it, quickly!" At this moment, a hoarse and more terrifying voice came out.
Harry immediately turned his head to look, and he saw someone suddenly appear in the hazy space.
This man is tall and handsome, but his crazy face looks a bit scary. What's even more scary is that in his hand he is holding a very ugly-looking... baby with a face full of wrinkles?
"This is... a banishing spell? How is it possible? I'm not a Muggle?" Harry said incredulously. He really didn't expect that he was being followed for so long!
"Nothing is impossible, Harry Potter!"
The ugly baby once again made a hoarse voice: "You are too weak, you don't know the magic of magic at all. The expulsion spell is not only effective on Muggles! Forget it, Crouch, do it!"
"Yes, my master." Little Barty Crouch, who was holding the baby, licked his mouth.
He quickly walked over to Harry who looked confused, then took out his wand and pointed it at Harry.
For a moment, Harry felt like he was being controlled again, this was the second time today!
He couldn't resist at all. In the blink of an eye, Harry realized that everything around him had changed and his surroundings became clearer.
Only at this moment did Harry realize that he had really been wandering around in this ghost place for a long time, and that the ugly-looking baby should be the reincarnation of Voldemort that Professor Dumbledore and others said.
But he didn't have time to think too much. He was already controlled by Barty Crouch Jr. and pressed against a statue similar to the God of Death.
After doing all this, Barty Jr. didn't even look at Harry, who was struggling on the statue.
When he waved his wand, a huge crucible not far from him was ignited. Wisps of green smoke began to emit from the crucible, and the liquid inside began to boil.
"Please be patient, my master." Seeing everything in place, little Barty said respectfully to Voldemort.
"Hurry up! I can't stand this bad situation anymore, hurry up!" Voldemort was very anxious. He didn't care about Barty's respect at all. He even felt that it was a bit offensive.
Little Barty took a deep breath, and then slowly put Voldemort's body into the huge crucible. Suddenly, thick green smoke came out of the crucible.
Then he took out the wand with the bone symbol in his arms and began to continue his magic with a solemn expression.
"Father's bones are donated without intention, so that your son can be reborn." Little Barty chanted the magic spell, and at the same time used magic to slowly pull out a bone from a tomb engraved with Thomas Riddle.
"Servant's flesh, voluntarily donated, can make your master reborn." After the bones fell into the crucible, Little Barty put away the wand with a calm expression, and at the same time took out a dagger and cut himself severely.
palm!
"What the hell!"
Harry was greatly frightened by this scene. In his eyes, this young and handsome guy was simply a madman, a complete madman!
Now Harry was a little worried. He was worried that this damn magic would cut off his hand next, right?
Although there is a lot of black magic knowledge in the Room of Requirement, after Noah intentionally blocked it, the new little magicians who joined could not learn much.
Once it comes to taboo topics, there will be no information, you just know that there is this magic.
However, the Unforgivable Curses were not among them. Harry had also wondered why Noah had not blocked these spells, but Noah's explanation was much simpler and more crude.
'These are not too difficult things anyway, and compared to these magics, those forbidden magics are the most terrifying!'
Yes, now it seemed that Harry really felt that the Unforgivable Curse was not too terrible.
Although little Barty still looked calm after cutting off his palm, the cold sweat on his forehead showed that he was indeed not feeling well now.
He raised his head, looked at Harry who was imprisoned on the statue, and then slowly walked over, which made Harry sweat almost break out.
"The blood of your enemies, if you are forced to donate it, can resurrect your enemies." When Barty Jr. finished reciting this spell, Harry suddenly felt relieved.
Fortunately, the madman's magic used by this madman only wanted his blood.
If his hand really had to be cut off, although magic could save it, Harry would still feel uncomfortable no matter how much he thought about it. Looking at the guy in front of him, it was obvious that he was in great pain!
There was a cut on his hand. Although Harry was in pain, he felt very calm inside.
Harry himself didn't know what was going on. Although he kept wailing in pain, he knew that this was just his normal reaction. He really didn't have any fear or fear in his heart.
"Is it because he has studied too much, knows everything about this time, and trusts Noah and Professor Dumbledore very much?" Harry thought silently, and Barty Jr. also started the final steps.
He slowly dripped Harry's blood into the crucible, and at the same time a sick smile appeared on his face: "The Dark Lord is about to return and be reborn!"
Harry's blood dripped into the crucible, and then the entire crucible began to boil. Fire began to burn inside the crucible, and black mist continued to emerge from it.
Seeing this situation, little Barty immediately took a few steps back. His face was full of excitement and excitement.
The flame grew bigger and bigger, and it burned the entire crucible.
In the blink of an eye, the crucible disappeared, the flames slowly began to weaken, the black mist continued to wrap around, and a vague figure slowly appeared in the eyes of Harry and Barty Jr.
When all the black mist covered his body and turned into a black robe, a tall man with a pale face and baby-like skin but no nose and hair emerged.