At the periphery of the Quidditch Stadium, thousands of people in black clothes surrounded the spectator stands. They cut their veins and slowly walked around the Quidditch Stadium like martyrs. They poured their blood into the ground beneath them.
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"What the hell is going on? Why are there so many strange people entering the stadium?!"
In the spectator stands, Ludo Bargman's amplified voice echoed in the air. The air was filled with restlessness and madness.
All the spectators stared with their eyes wide open. Ever since the trophy was crushed by the strange guy who appeared out of nowhere, their attention could no longer be diverted.
Then, when the purple snake took Harry Potter away, the audience burst into an uproar. Some of them exclaimed, some of them covered their mouths in horror, but some of them raised their hats and cheered.
"Who is that? How can a baby talk? "
Ludo Bargman's hat was tilted to one side, and he shouted frantically, "Wait … Is that … is that Nicole Lemay, the greatest alchemist in history? Why is he here … Who can tell me what is going on …?!"
His microphone was slowly taken away by someone without any explanation. He looked up and saw a tall man in a black wizard's robe standing next to him.
"Let me do it," Grindelwald said. "You are not suitable to commentate this game."
He grabbed Ludo Bargman's clothes and pushed him down from the commentator's stand. Ludo Bargman fell into the crowd and was drowned by the fanatical spectators. His face was instantly splashed with a few cups of brown licorice juice.
"Ladies and gentlemen, on this night, please allow me to introduce you to the greatest Dark Magician in history — Tom Marvolo Riddle."
The eyeball Zizi on the labyrinth plant turned, and the spectators saw the red-eyed baby in Peter Pettigrew's arms. He was covered in blood and had an umbilical cord around his belly button.
At this moment, he was chatting with Hoffa with an arrogant smile on his face.
"This is our new friend who has just arrived at Hogwarts."
Grindelwald's voice was even louder than before. "That is, the Lord Voldemort that you often speak of."
It was as if someone had pressed the OFF button on the spectator's stand, and the volume instantly dropped to zero.
The audience stiffly turned their heads away from the arena and turned to the host's seat mechanically. They looked at the tall man who was holding the microphone and speaking confidently.
Grindvall said, "As we all know, this legendary dark magician was defeated fourteen years ago and has been unable to recover from the setback until today. However, recently, I received a request to resurrect him in the safest place possible. I think what place could be safer than here? "
The people at the scene were divided into two groups. One group consisted mostly of women and children. When they heard that name, they held their heads and screamed. They did not care about anything else and almost went crazy.
However, even more male Magi stood up from their seats and cursed, "Bastard, who are you?"
"What have you been doing?"
"Stop joking!"
"Who gave you the courage, Helmet Man?"
Some people cursed, and some people jumped off the stage. Mirage appeared in the center of the arena. Some took out their wands and shot spells at Grindelwald.
Countless spells blasted the commentator's seat into smithereens. Wood and stones fell like raindrops. Some women covered their heads and fled like rats. Grindelwald appeared on the other side of the spectator's seat and continued to shout in a loud voice.
"Let's make a bet. After tonight, either the Lord Voldemort will return to the top of the world, or he will never be able to rise again.
As for you, you only have two choices. Either you stop him from resurrecting, or you help him resurrect. "
"Kill him, and then kill the Lord Voldemort."
Someone shouted. It seemed to be the Minister of Ministry of Magic, Connelly Fudge. He raised his wand in the crowd like Napoleon on horseback holding a sword.
"Kill him!"
"Kill him!"
"Lock them all up in Azkaban."
The officials of the Ministry of Magic rushed to the spectator's stand.
Just as the righteous people rushed down the stage, another group of black magic enthusiasts invited by the Lord Voldemort stood up from their chairs and stopped them. They also took out their wands and shot spells without mercy.
For a moment, the entire spectator's stand fell into a violent and chaotic conflict. Spells shone brightly, and food and popcorn were smashed everywhere. Men's shouts and women's cries could be heard everywhere.
Werewolves howled in the spectator's stand.
A considerable number of people in the audience turned into werewolves. Their hair was thick, their muscles were swollen, and their teeth and claws were sharp. Amidst the chaos, they grabbed the ordinary adepts that were running away and bit into their necks. They tore and tore at their flesh and drank the fresh blood.
Broken limbs flew everywhere, and screams were heard.
"Ahahahaha!"
Grindelwald laughed as if he was tasting the best wine. He opened his arms in the chaotic crowd, intoxicated.
"Look, how beautiful, how harmonious. As long as there is a fuse, we will be like men and women, blending together perfectly."
After laughing for a while, he showed a bored expression. He looked at the audience who were killing each other with boredom and indifference. He took out his wand, calmly walked down the stage, and walked toward the maze of the finals.
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"Devil."
In the dense forest, Hoffa gritted his teeth.
He never thought that in just a few days, the Resurrection Stone would be taken away by Grindelwald.
Just as the two were talking, the black fog outside the maze gradually dissipated, allowing them to hear and see the chaos outside the finals.
It was obvious that Grindelwald was also using Lord Voldemort's resurrection. Not only that, he even used his own thoughts to create a large-scale chaos.
"Have you learned the resurrection spell?"
He asked Nicole Lemay.
"With Lord Voldemort's cunning, do you think that he will give me the most important technique if I don't succeed in stopping you?" Nicole Lemay sighed. "He won't. Only when you die and I completely surrender to him will he give me the spell without any worries."
"Then is he resurrected here?"
"It's indeed here. It's ready. Grindelwald has been helping him these past few days."
"Can we use a ready-made one?"
Hoffa immediately changed his mind.
Nicole Lemay's mouth opened slightly. After thinking for a while, she nodded. "In theory, it is possible. After all, as long as the three elements of blood, flesh, and bones are present, it is not difficult to create a body."
"Then let's kill Lord Voldemort and destroy this piece of his soul. Then, we will use the resurrection item. "
Hoffa said resolutely, "He hasn't been resurrected yet. If he dies, the chaos and war caused by him will soon be over."
"Grindelwald will not sit by and do nothing. Before he completes the ritual, he will definitely continue this chaos." Nicole Lemay looked at the platform worriedly. "God knows how long he has been planning for this chaos."
"Then let him come. When he comes, I will take the resurrection stone away."
Hoffa counted with his fingers and said expressionlessly, "And his blood."
"Can you do that?"
Nicole Lemay looked at him worriedly. "You are too confident. How can he let you succeed?"
"Will you help me?"
Hoffa asked back.
After a moment of silence, Nicole Lemay looked into his eyes and suddenly stepped forward and hugged him. The hug was so sudden that Hoffa was caught off guard. Then, Nicole Lemay sighed and kissed him hard on the forehead, hugging his head with her rough hands. It was like a grandfather and grandson before they went to war.
Hoffa understood what he meant and knew what kind of person he was. In the end, he did not say anything. He pulled Nicole Lemay up, flapped his wings, and flew into the sky.
Not long after, he saw a hidden corner outside the maze covered by thick steam. He flapped his wings and summoned a gust of wind to blow away the fog.
In the fog, he saw a shocking scene.
On the grass, a large snake was wriggling about, firmly protecting the unconscious Harry Potter within its body.
Beside the snake was a half-decayed black coffin. It was Tom's father's coffin, and in front of the coffin was Tom's father. In front of the coffin was a pool of boiling water. Countless mysterious runes were engraved on the edge of the pool. Those runes shone with a mysterious and powerful light in the darkness.
In this time and space, with Grindelwald's help, Lord Voldemort did not use the crucible to resurrect this time. Instead, he dug a pool on the ground, which looked much better.
Wormtail used his magic wand to scratch at the bottom of the pool. Suddenly, a crackling flame leaped up from the pool. The purple snake slithered into the darkness and placed the weak baby Lord Voldemort on the grass.
The liquid in the pool boiled on the surface, but sparks kept bursting out as if it was burning.
The steam became thicker and thicker, and Wormtail, who was looking after the flame, became blurry. Lord Voldemort collapsed on the grass and urged loudly, "Quick! Quick! Quick! "
Peter Pettigrew poked harder. After a while, the entire water surface flashed with sparks, as if it was covered with diamonds.
"Quick!"
Nicole Lemay also urged Hoffa on his back. The wind blew so hard that he could not open his eyes. "That resurrection pool will not last long. It will die soon. If Lord Voldemort is completely resurrected, he will not give you a chance. "
"I know."
In the sky, Hoffa swooped down, faster and faster. His eyes were sharp as if he wanted to cut the world into pieces.
"Stop him!!"
Seeing Hoffa swooping down from above, Lord Voldemort shouted in a sharp voice from the grass.
Dong!
The half-human, half-bird Huo Fa crashed head-on into an invisible wall. He was so shocked that he was dizzy and confused.
Along with scattered feathers, he fell from the sky to the ground. Nicole Lemay smashed on him and crushed him half to death.
Fortunately, Nicole Lemay was fine. After he fell to the ground, she quickly pulled Hoffa's arm and pulled him up from the ground.
The wings on his back disappeared, and Hoffa got up from the ground. He saw a man with his arm raised and a shield slowly walking out of the maze, blocking Hoffa and Nicole Lemay in front of Lord Voldemort and Wormtail.
It was Mille, whom he had shaken off earlier. It turned out that he was already at the destination, waiting for him.
Damn it!
Hoffa was furious. If Mille could help him at this time, his success rate would have increased by at least 40%. However, misfortune never came alone. Mille was controlled by the Grindelwald.
Mille raised his hand to remove the barrier and waved his magic wand.
Flaming arrows shot toward the two like raindrops, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of sulfur.
"Tariq Skitar."
Hoffa raised his shield and knelt on one knee. Stone slabs rose from the ground and covered the shield spell he summoned, forming a second layer of protection.
Whoosh!
The fire arrows hit the stone shields and exploded one by one. The stone shields that were hit by the fire arrows quickly turned into magma and flowed down from the shield spell. The momentum was astonishing.
In the high temperature, Mille's figure was distorted by the air. He walked toward Hoffa step by step, and the pressure in the air gradually increased.
"What should we do, Lemay!?"
Under the shield, Hoffa asked, "Do you have any ideas?"
"He's being controlled by the Grindelwald. That guy is best at this. It's useless to fight him. You have to defeat the Grindelwald first," Nicole said anxiously.
Nicole said anxiously, "Defeat him, and the mind control will be removed."
"F * ck!"
Defeat the Grindelwald. Hoffa gritted his teeth. This was easier said than done. They had met at the World Cup in Quidditch. At that time, he did not have a good way to deal with the Grindelwald. Now, the other side had Mille as well. His chances of winning were even lower.
"No, let's split up. You help me stall him.
Hoffa quickly made up his mind. "I'll deal with the Lord Voldemort."
"You want to throw my old bones to this guy?"
Nicole complained. "I'm old. I'm no match for him."
"That's what you said when you trapped me."
With that, Hoffa did not give him a chance to refute. He stopped confronting Mille and went around him, running toward the Lord Voldemort, who was hiding behind Mille. Of course, as soon as he moved, Mille immediately moved with him.
"Brat." Nicole Lemay sighed and stretched his thin shoulders. "Since it has to be like this, I can only move."
He took out a strange-looking flute from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and blew on it. Along with the strange notes, a thick purple smoke poured out of the flute.
The notes flowed, and the smoke turned into a steel giant. He tilted his ear and listened to the music with a look of appreciation.
Then, the notes changed and became intense and high-spirited. The steel giant also became restless with the music. He turned his head and looked around, searching for an opponent. He immediately locked onto Mille, who was blocking Hoffa. He jumped up from the ground and jumped up, pinning Mille under him.
The violent collision shook the ground three times. Mille's entire body was smashed into the ground. Then, the steel giant grabbed his arm and held him down.
"Phew!"
Seeing that Mille was suppressed, Hoffa heaved a sigh of relief. Then, he scolded, "And you said you couldn't do it!"
"I was just lucky, stupid boy."
Nicole Lemay removed the flute from his mouth and said angrily, "Don't say I didn't help you. Go and deal with the Lord Voldemort."
After saying that, he did not dare to relax and continued to play the flute.
Mille, who was suppressed by the steel giant, also summoned a group of skeletons with swords, trying to kill Nicole Lemay who was playing the flute. However, the notes on Nicole Lemay's flute changed, and the purple smoke split into two. The other part turned into a group of shield-wielding guards to protect him.
Huo Fa didn't look back as the two of them fought fiercely behind him. Although Nicole Lemus always acted like a weak old man who was about to die, they had fought so many times, and Huo Fa hadn't been able to take advantage of him even once.
He did not believe that this old man who had lived for hundreds of years did not have any trump cards.
Lord Voldemort saw Hoffa approaching and could not help but shout, "Stop him, stop him, Worm Tail, Nanij!"
However, after losing Mille's protection, the two remaining guards of Lord Voldemort were no match for Hoffa at all. Nanij was kicked away, and Worm Tail simply turned into a mouse and escaped.
In just five seconds, he rushed to Lord Voldemort's side and picked up Lord Voldemort from the ground like he was picking up a basketball.
He pinched the baby Lord Voldemort who was covered in blood and said with a sinister smile, "You can't run."
"Let go of me!"
Lord Voldemort struggled in his hands, but he was only a baby and could not pose any threat to Hoffa at all.
"Tell me, did you give the Resurrection Stone to the Grindelwald?"
Hoffa began to interrogate.
"I would rather destroy it than give it to you!"
Lord Voldemort looked at Hoffa with extreme hatred. "In this life, no one will be able to resurrect you. I want to see you tortured by endless loneliness until you go crazy!"
"Okay, then go to hell."
Hoffa grabbed the baby Lord Voldemort's small arms and legs and threatened. He thought that if Lord Voldemort was not willing to give him the Resurrection Stone, then he decided to tear this disgusting guy in half.
However, at this time, Lord Voldemort's red eyes showed no fear at all. On the contrary, he laughed proudly.
His laughter made Hoffa feel uneasy. Tom was not like him, who liked to play tricks to scare others. In a sense, he was much more serious than him. Something bad must have happened for him to laugh at this time.
"What are you laughing at?"
He asked Tom Riddle sternly.
"Hehehehe …"
The baby in his hand turned his head. "Our dear teacher is here."
Hoffa felt extremely uneasy. He immediately turned his head and saw a tall man with white hair silently walk out of the maze. He raised his hand and threw out a sharp arrow that was as transparent as glass.
The sharp arrow appeared from the darkness without warning.
Nicole Lemay, who was playing the flute, was pierced through the chest by the transparent arrow.
The pleasant sound of the flute suddenly turned into noise and then stopped abruptly.
After losing the note, the metal giant turned back into purple smoke.
"Lemay!"
He screamed and abandoned Lord Voldemort without hesitation. He flapped his wings and rushed toward Nicole Lemay. This time, he was really panicking.
He rushed to Nicole Lemay's side with all his strength.
After Nicole Lemay was injured, Mille's body, which had lost control, surged with strong flames. He broke free and swung his wand with one hand. An extremely sharp blue curse appeared at the tip of the wand. With a flash of lightning, it cut toward Nicole Lemay's head.
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