Harry felt his feet hit the ground. The wound on his leg hadn't healed yet, and when the pain came, he lost his strength for a moment, and the trophy in his hand fell to the ground.
Beside him was Cedric.
God knows where they were teleported to.
He was about to take two steps forward with his partner Cedric when he saw a strange black shadow. Then there was a flash of green light, and Cedric fell to the ground.
Just a moment ago, he heard the sound of the Avarda Curse.
For a second, Harry stared blankly at Cedric's face. He looked at his expressionless face and lifeless gray eyes. Those eyes were like the windows of an abandoned house, empty and lifeless.
His mouth was half open, and he looked a little surprised. Obviously, he didn't expect that the danger in front of him would kill him.
However, things like death were always sudden, so who could predict it?
Harry felt that his brain couldn't accept the scene in front of him, because other than a little disbelief, he didn't feel anything.
Until he was dragged up.
He quickly saw the scene in front of him, and the sudden appearance of Cedric, but he didn't care about that, because Cedric's body was lying twenty feet away, and his wand was left at Cedric's feet. A little further away, there was the reflection of the stars, so it was shining brightly.
The bundle that Peter brought over, and Harry guessed that it was a baby, was also nearby, under the grave not far away, and it seemed to be restless.
As Harry stared at the thing, he suddenly felt the burning pain in his scar again.
Then he heard a sound beside him. He looked down and saw a very large python, wriggling in the weeds, circling around the tombstone.
He began to calm himself down, thinking if there was any way to get out of here. At the same time, he had to accept that anything could happen now.
What happened next was obviously beyond what he could bear.
Because he saw Peter Pettigrew tear open the bundle on the ground, revealing what was inside.
Inside was a slimy, eyeless, ugly thing. Calling it ugly was a bit of an overstatement. The thing looked like a full-colored baby, but it had no hair. Its body was covered in scales, and its skin was dark red, like the tender flesh of an injured creature that was growing outwards.
The scariest thing was that it had a flat snake face.
He suddenly had a very bad feeling in his heart, but that feeling was immediately changed by Peter Pettigrew's actions.
Peter Pettigrew's voice began to ring from all directions.
“Boneofthefatherunknowinglygivenyouwillrenewyourson.
(The father's bone, unknowingly donated, can revive your son.)
Fleshoftheservanwillinglygivenyouwillreviveyourmaster.
(Servant's flesh, voluntarily donated, can revive your master.)
Bloodoftheenemyforciblyakenyouwillresurrectyourfoe.
(Enemy's blood, forcibly donated, can revive your enemy.) "
Harry couldn't do anything because he was tied too tightly. He could only struggle desperately, trying to break free of the ropes that bound him. But it was no use. The dagger still stung the crook of his arm, and blood flowed down the torn roar into a small glass bottle.
There was only helpless sorrow left in his heart.
But this prayer had no effect at all.
The crucible began to boil.
A cloud of white steam rose from it, covering everything in front of Harry. He couldn't see anything, only a white mist.
But soon, through the white mist in front of him, he saw the black figure of a man rising from the Dried Pot with his hair standing on end.
It was like a skeleton, tall and thin.
"Dress me."
The cold, shrill voice said from behind the steam.
Then he stepped out of the crucible and walked up to Harry.
He stared at Harry with those eerie eyes.
Harry saw the face that had appeared in his nightmares for the past three years. It was far stranger and more terrifying than the one in his dreams, and it proved a very difficult fact for him to accept.
Voldemort had been resurrected.
…
Five minutes ago.
Hogwarts, training ground.
The small wooden house that had been empty for a long time didn't become dusty because of the absence of the owner. The magic array that had been left here was still dutifully cleaning everything here, keeping it in a clean state.
The most important thing was the ancient tree not far from here. It was responsible for carrying the passage between the Magic Net and the Demon Fairy Castle.
When the first strand of Jon's power spread out from the passage, the old spider lurking in the depths of the forest woke up. Then, the Magic Net stored in his body jumped out and came to Jon from the void at a very strange speed.
After Jon left for so long, he had made a lot of progress and had the intelligence of a child.
Of course, this was thanks to Grindelwald's help.
When Jon walked out of the passage, the first thing he heard was shouts from the distance.
He also saw the Magic Net in front of him, constantly refreshing with a flood of information. Everything showed that there was an extremely large amount of new things happening around the Hogwarts.
What time was it?
He stretched out his hand and touched the Magic Net. Strangely, he could actually feel the outline of the Magic Net.
Of course, this was thanks to his current body. After adding Helga's divine power, the Helga bloodline in his body flourished once more. The Mystic Bird's power was at a slight disadvantage. If he hadn't made great progress on the sea, then the Helga bloodline might have had the upper hand.
However, he had gained a lot this time. The two bloodlines in his body were in a strange state of fusion.
It was like a bird that had flown for a long time and would definitely find a tree to rest for a while. The Mystic Bird in his body had originally been resting in his soul, guarding the traces of the Laws from the World Will. But now, it was spreading its power into his bloodline, fusing with the World Tree.
This was a good thing.
Jon waved his hand and had the Magic Net return to the depths of the Forbidden Forest to wait. He waved his hand and sent out a message, telling Stephen to come to the small house.
Then, he took two steps forward and strolled into the small house from the void.
After his strength had increased to this position, he was infinitely close to the realm of the Legendary Wizard. So, even if he didn't use magic, he could still steadily float in the void.
Counting the life he burned, he was now a 20-year-old pseudo-legendary Wizard.
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