The Sphinx didn't tell Harry that there were other monsters in the passage behind her, and that Harry, who was bent on running wild, was ambushed by a giant spider and nearly died.The spider was somewhat like Hagrid's big pet in the Forbidden Forest, but it wasn't that big and it wasn't as hairy.But none of these eight-legged things are as harmless as Hagrid suggests.After being impaled through his robes, pants, and thighs with a sharp chelicera, Harry used a series of obstacle spells that caused the spider to knock itself out on the 'wall of air'.The boy tore off a strand of his robe, pulled his long black hair behind his ears, bit his wand, and tied the strip of cloth firmly to the base of his thigh."
Hmm!"
He let out a tough guy moan, spat out his wand, and wiped the sweat from his head.This is an emergency treatment that the physical education professor teaches them during class to slow down the rate of blood loss in a short period of time, so that they can live longer.Harry didn't like gym class before, but things changed after developing strong muscles, and he began to appreciate the benefits of being physically strong.For example, you have more energy, run faster, and you won't be bullied by Dali when you go home during the summer vacation.Now it's the same, the muscles in the thighs prevent the spider fangs from piercing the entire leg, the blood loss is still in a controllable state, if it is the same as before, I am not even sure if I can dodge the sudden attack in the dark.Harry sat on the grass with his teeth bared, and not far away was the eight-legged unconscious spider, his torn robe had some viscous transparent liquid secreted from the spider's mouth, and he didn't know if it was poisonous or not.He tried to stand up, but his legs were shaking so badly that he couldn't support the weight of his body, so he moved his body a few times with his hands, trying to stand up against the support of the hedge next to him.The boy did, and for the sake of his parents and girlfriend, Gryffindor's little lion inspires great willpower, even though it makes him gasp even more.Now, the Gryffindor warrior is only a few dozen meters away from the Top 10 Cup, and he can almost see the beautiful silver pattern.Hermione didn't show up, which meant that Harry had won, he was the first to find the trophy, and he didn't rely on his mother to cheat, he did it with his newfound skills.He jumped and ran to the trophy, reaching out to grab the ear-like handle.However, the moment he touched it, he felt as if his navel had been pulled off, and his feet left the ground, but he couldn't let go of the hand holding the trophy, and it dragged him forward between the whistling wind and the swirling colors, surrounded by colorful spatial distortions.Dozens of seconds later, he felt his feet hit the ground, his injured leg was also weakened, and he fell to the ground.At this moment his hand finally let go of the trophy, and the beautiful large silver cup rolled out of the dark night like a log, and he raised his head and looked around warily.No one had ever told him that the trophy was a portkey, and that there was anything like a play-off.And what just stopped the trophy from continuing to roll to the low-lying place is actually a tombstone?
Harry didn't think it was a good idea to drive the game to the graveyard to disturb the dead.But now, there was nothing to fault with, and he held on to a tombstone, propped himself up, and drew his wand and leaned against it, fully guarded.He had that strange feeling again, as if someone was watching him.It is true, someone came.The boy squinted nervously at the darkness, lightning flashed among the dark clouds in the sky, and a figure approached him step by step in a forest of tombstones, which looked like a mass grave.Harry couldn't make out the man's face, but from his gait and the position of his arms, it looked like he was holding something, not big, maybe a cat.The visitor was of short stature and wore a hooded cloak that covered his face.Closer again, the distance between the two sides narrowing, and Harry could see that the man was holding something like a baby, or just a bag of clothes?
The wand in his hand was lowered a bit, he didn't want to hurt anyone, and if this was a Muggle cemetery, he also wanted to make sure that the existence of the wand and the secrets of the wizarding world would not be revealed.It's just that he didn't think that the start time of the finals was eight o'clock in the evening, and after several hours of running down the super-large maze, it was already three o'clock in the middle of the night.How can a normal person go to the grave in the middle of the night?
The man stood in front of a towering marble tombstone, only twenty meters from Harry, and the boy stared at the diminutive figure.To be exact, to make eye contact with the creature in the cloth bag he was carrying.Suddenly, the lightning scar on Harry's forehead was in sharp pain, he had never felt such a sharp pain in his life.The wand slipped to the ground, he covered his face with both hands, and his legs bent to the ground, and his whole body was not good, rolling on the ground in pain.It was pitch black, I couldn't see anything, and my head felt like it was going to explode.He could only hear his head in the distance: "Harry Potter?
It was surprising that he was dressed like Snape. ”Harry barely looked up, staring blankly at what was in his cloak, or rather the only recognizable eye of the thing.In the shadows, only the creature's emotionless red eyes, like the windows of an abandoned house, were still submerged in darkness.For some reason, Harry knew exactly what the monster in the package in front of him was, it was Voldemort!
Don't ask him how he knew, even though it was said that Voldemort was long dead, every cell in Harry's brain and the beating heart in his chest now told him another answer.It was as if the memories of his infancy had come back to his mind, when he saw how Voldemort had killed his mother.But he had a splitting headache and couldn't resist at all, and his head was full of noise and screaming.At that moment, he felt himself being dragged up.The short, cloaked man had already laid down his baggage and lit his wand, and it was he who grabbed Harry, who was in so much pain, that he couldn't help it, and dragged him towards the marble tombstone.When the boy was pushed by his back and hit the tombstone, he saw a name on the tombstone under the light of lightning in the sky.Tom Riddle's man in the cloak conjured a rope with his magic, tied Harry tightly to the tombstone, and wrapped it around his neck to his ankles, only to hear his hood move away from Voldemort, and the boy regained some strength, and he struggled hard, but the man hit him, and a finger was missing from the hand he used.Harry knew who was inside the hood, Blob, no, Wormtail, Peter Pettigrew, the traitor who killed his mother!"
It's you, scum!"
But Wormtail didn't answer, he had finished tying the rope and was busy checking if the tie was tight.His fingers trembled uncontrollably, fumbling with knots, and when he was sure that Harry was tied up and couldn't move, he pulled a lump of coal out of his cloak and shoved it rudely into Harry's mouth, preventing the boy from speaking.Then he hurried away.Harry couldn't make a sound, couldn't see where Peter had gone, because he couldn't turn his head to look behind the tombstone, and Harry guessed he had gone to get baby Voldemort.As the footsteps approached, Harry's scar ached violently again.Then he heard the sound of a rope at his feet, and looked down to see a large snake swimming in the grass, circling around his tombstone.Pettigrew's wheezing sound rang out again, as if he was pushing something heavy in the dark.Then he came into Harry's sight from behind the tombstone and pushed a huge pot to the side of the grave, the crucible seemed to be filled with water, as Harry heard the splash of liquid.The cauldron was much larger than any crucible the boy had ever used, and perhaps the rich man's bathtub was no more than that, but Harry knew that Voldemort was not kind enough to entertain him here and arrange a bath or sauna for himself.Maybe it's to cook yourself and eat it?
Perhaps, after all, Voldemort's baggage writhed harder, and he seemed to be eager to break free.Wormtail was busy scratching the bottom of the crucible with his wand, and suddenly a crackling fire burst out under the crucible, and the python obviously didn't like fire, and it retreated so far that only the sound of scales rubbing could be heard in the darkness.The liquid in the cauldron seemed to heat up quickly, and the surface of the water not only began to boil, but also burst into sparks, emitting green light like fireworks.The steam grew thicker, the figure of the insect tail tending to the fire became blurred, the burden moved more urgently, and Harry heard Voldemort's sharp, cold voice again."
Quick!"
Now the entire surface of the water flickered, reflecting the increasingly dense lightning brilliance in the sky, and the boiling bubbles seemed to be countless crystal balls of all sizes."
The medicine is burned, my master."
Pettigrew saluted the baggage in a resigned manner, and even fell to his knees with a face full of flattery."
It's now," Voldemort's voice rang out, like a viper spitting out letters.