Harry may never be able to understand why things have turned into the way they are now. He was clearly participating in the third event of the Triwizard Tournament in the labyrinth of the Quidditch pitch, why was he suddenly tied here.

He didn't even know why he fainted suddenly, why he was kidnapped, but Harry knew he was in a bad situation.

A man who was both unfamiliar and familiar to him came into view, the enemy Sirius wanted to kill all the time, and also Harry's enemy - Peter Pettigrew.

Peter was standing in front of a large cauldron, not knowing what he was doing.

Before Harry had time to think about when he was kidnapped by Peter Pettigrew, he was stunned by what he did. Peter actually put an extremely ugly baby into the cauldron. What did he want to do?

"what!"

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

Vaguely, Peter Pettigrew's muttering sounded in his ears, and then he felt that his arm was stabbed by a sharp blade. When Harry struggled to open his eyes, he saw a black figure slowly rising from the cauldron. .

As the man stepped out of the cauldron and put on the robe that Peter Pettigrew handed him over, Harry could only feel a shuddering shudder through his body, a face he had seen in nightmares for three years.

Voldemort is resurrected.

"God, if this is a terrible nightmare, just wake me up!" Harry roared and shouted inwardly.

This is not a nightmare.

He was extremely desperate.

Why don't you listen to advice yourself, why do you want to participate in the Triwizard Tournament? Why not just wait for the game to end at the entrance of the maze?

Harry regretted it.

But, it's all too late.

Voldemort was resurrected with his blood.

Voldemort proudly showed off, shared his story, and used the Dark Mark on Peter Pettigrew's arm to summon his servants,

It was a group of Death Eaters in cloaks and grotesquely patterned masks, like house-elves in the kitchen, humbly crawling up to Voldemort on their knees, kissing his robes, and begging his forgiveness.

As Voldemort greeted his old friend, Harry heard Voldemort call out some Death Eater names.

Certainly not a prejudice against Malfoy.

Lucius Malfoy was indeed a Death Eater.

His two doglegs, Goyle and Crabbe, are also Death Eaters, as well as MacNeil, the executioner who nearly killed Buckbeak last year, and many strange wizards.

All the Death Eaters looked at Harry with strange eyes, looking at the desperate face of the legendary savior, the famous Harry Potter.

"You should have noticed that the famous Harry Potter is coming to my rebirth party." Voldemort's pale face contorted into a smile, "We might as well call him a special guest."

When Harry thought Voldemort would kill him in the presence of his servants, the Dark Lord

With Malfoy's compliment, he finished telling his own legendary deeds, allowing Harry to survive a little longer.

However, if he knew that he was able to stand here and show off to the Death Eaters the miracles he had created, it was only time that his most loyal servant had bought with his own life.

"I know this boy you all think is my nemesis..." Voldemort raised his wand and gave Harry a Cruciatus, so that all the Death Eaters could see Harry's distressed appearance, "Think this boy is better than me. What a foolish idea."

"I admit it was a fluke that Harry Potter escaped from me," said Voldemort calmly. "There is no Dumbledore here to protect him, nor his mother to sacrifice for him."

"Now, I'm going to kill Harry Potter to prove my power." Voldemort knew exactly how to regain the loyalty of the Death Eaters, "but I'll give Harry a chance, he can fight me, and be like He died as heroically as his father, so you don't doubt who was stronger."

Harry got his wand back in a daze, and stood opposite Voldemort, ready to fight the infamous Dark Lord for a duel that was unfair from the start.

Voldemort just wanted to kill him and make fun of him before he killed him.

Harry held his wand stubbornly, his eyes fixed on Voldemort, ready for a final duel. He knew he was going to be killed, and there was nothing he could do about it... Dumbledore was no longer here, and no one could save him.

Two years ago, Harry had been in a short-term dueling club, and in recent months, he had learned quite a few spells from Sirius, but nothing he had learned was of any use here, because he faced It's Voldemort.

"Be brave Harry."

Harry took a deep breath, keeping his head up as high as he could.

Even if he died heroically like his father, he wouldn't give in, wouldn't listen to Voldemort's mercy...he wouldn't beg for mercy...Harry raised his wand and stood before Voldemort like a hero, ready to face the other side execration.

Voldemort was so much faster than he was that Harry didn't even have time to utter the spell when he was struck by the Cruciatus again.

The severe pain re-occupied every inch of Harry's body, and his head must be cracking, but Harry couldn't help it, even if his eyes were about to bulge out of them,

The pain stopped, and Harry's body shook uncontrollably, but he still grabbed his wand and rolled over, trying to attack Voldemort, but he was knocked down by Cruciatus again.

This time, Harry finally couldn't help screaming in pain. He had never made such a scream in his life.

"Look, how tenacious, he's still not going to give in, he's going to fight me." Voldemort removed his wand and said lightly, "Give Harry a break... I think he must be in pain."

The Death Eaters laughed again, laughing at Harry's embarrassment. They wanted to see Harry begging for mercy, but Harry didn't answer, still clutching his wand.

Even if Voldemort used the Imperius Curse, he didn't let Harry give in, and he didn't let Harry beg Voldemort for mercy.

"You should give in so you can suffer less before you die."

Just as Voldemort was about to use the Cruciatus again, Harry finally used the first spell he used in the duel, the Disarming Charm.

However, the spell didn't work, because Voldemort just tilted his head and moved away, and the severe pain fell on Harry's body again, making his body that could not bear it almost fell to the ground.

The pain had clouded Harry's consciousness, but he knew he couldn't kneel at Voldemort's feet...he was going to die standing like his father.

Harry tried his best to get back up, but he couldn't.

"Oh, well, I did go a little too far. Harry originally wanted to die heroically. I should have given him this chance." Voldemort looked at Harry, who was crawling to the ground, and said happily, "I can't deny it. , he's tougher than most, let's give him a decent death!"

Just as Voldemort was about to recite the Avada Sutra to Harry, who was lying on the ground, a flame suddenly lit up not far away, and Dumbledore walked out of the flame.

Voldemort looked at the old acquaintance not far away, and a cruel smile formed on the corner of his mouth: "How stupid, Dumbledore. Do you think you alone can save Harry Potter?"

"The Aurors are already on their way." Dumbledore said calmly, glancing at Harry, who fell to the ground, "I think they must be very happy to wipe you out, and then they will have no other excuses."

There was a commotion from the surrounding Death Eaters, and if it was anyone else, they would definitely laugh at each other, but it was Dumbledore who said that.

"Quiet."

Voldemort glanced at the restless Death Eaters, raised his wand, looked at Dumbledore and said, "I'm curious, how are you going to duel me while protecting that boy?"

"If you want to do that, I really can't stop it," said Dumbledore calmly. "But, I don't think you can stop me from killing other people either."

Dumbledore's voice was so cold that all the Death Eaters around couldn't help shivering.

They all knew that if Voldemort killed Harry Potter in front of Dumbledore, at least a few Death Eaters would be buried here with Harry.

After Harry heard Dumbledore's voice, he was almost completely desperate, and finally hoped again. However, before Harry had time to rejoice, he realized that he had dragged Dumbledore back.

"Leave me alone, avenge me, kill them all!"

With almost all his strength, Harry shouted at Dumbledore, and the scene was very tragic.

At this moment, the expressions of all the Death Eaters changed suddenly. They never thought that Harry Potter was also a ruthless character, and they didn't even want their own lives.

"Harry himself has that realization." Dumbledore stared at the Death Eaters next to Voldemort, as if preparing to pick a target. If Voldemort wasn't still here, the Death Eaters would have escaped.

"bluff!"

Voldemort rubbed his wand and waved for the Death Eaters to disperse.

The Death Eaters around Voldemort were all relieved, they didn't want to get involved in a duel between the two, it would be a disaster.

"Are we going to duel, or are you afraid?"

"Why should I do what you wish?" Voldemort looked at the old man opposite, and seemed surprised why he would say such a thing, "I know you want to save Harry Potter."

"You heard it just now, you can't protect everyone." Dumbledore raised his wand and fired a spell at Voldemort.

"It's not like what you would say. I know you will save Potter, and I know your weakness." Voldemort took the attitude of Dumbledore.

At this moment, Dumbledore directly attacked a hapless Death Eater. If Voldemort hadn't stopped the attack, the Death Eater would have been dead.

When Voldemort made an interception, Dumbledore also seized the opportunity to fire a deadly spell at Voldemort to hold him back.

Fox appeared above their heads, diving down, trying to take Harry away from Voldemort.

"Do you think you can take Potter away from me with such inferior means?"

Voldemort raised his wand towards the Phoenix with a screeching sound, and a spell pierced through Fox's body, killing Dumbledore's Phoenix.

After the phoenix fell and fell beside Potter, it burned and turned into a chick. Harry, who had just had a glimmer of hope, was almost completely desperate.

"Looks like your plan has failed, Dumbledore," Voldemort scoffed unbridled. "You still want to save Harry Potter."

A woolen sock lay quietly in the ashes where Fox died.

However, before Harry could react, Voldemort discovered the secret of the wool socks earlier. Even though Dumbledore was doing his best to hold him back to buy Harry time, the Savior obviously failed to seize the opportunity at the first time.

"Is this your trick?"

Voldemort looked at the wool stocking contemptuously and destroyed it.

The expression on Dumbledore's face instantly collapsed.

That wool sock was indeed the portkey he had prepared for Harry.

As long as Harry reaches out and grabs the wool socks, he can be teleported back to Hogwarts by the portkey.

However, the plan failed.

"Since you want to save him, I'll kill him."

The Death Eaters were gone, and Voldemort didn't have that much to worry about. He raised his wand and recited the Avada Sutra to Harry in front of Dumbledore~www.mtlnovel.com~ Even Dumbledore couldn't stop him from killing Harry Potter.

However, a strange thing happened, Harry's hand suddenly moved, and the wand in his hand unconsciously pointed at Voldemort, launched a spell, and confronted Avada Suomin.

The next moment, the two wands were connected by a dazzling golden light.

Voldemort froze in surprise, never expecting such a strange thing to happen.

At this moment, something even weirder happened, Harry Potter suddenly disappeared, and he was teleported away.

The connection between the two wands was also disconnected.

"what have you done?"

Voldemort was so angry that Dumbledore actually rescued Harry Potter in front of him, which was a shame for him.

However, Voldemort didn't notice that when Dumbledore discovered Harry's sudden disappearance, there was also a stunned expression on his face. Obviously, this matter had nothing to do with Dumbledore.

Well, who would have thought that Harry Potter was wearing socks that turned into portkeys?

Even if Voldemort could see through something easily, he certainly didn't have time to pay attention to what socks or underwear Harry was wearing, and naturally he wouldn't be so bad at the presence of the door key.

If Barty Jr. turned his underwear into a door key, Dumbledore would not have found it easily, maybe it was really possible... well, it might be teleported away.

Of course, those socks were given by Sirius, and Harry was specially instructed to wear them during the game, which was why he was relieved to squat Peter Pettigrew near the grave of old Tom Riddle.

As for who came up with this idea, Sirius has repeatedly assured that this is his own idea, and Lupin can help him testify.

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