12dz Chapter 176 Merlin and Ian 4
Chapter 176 Merlin and Ian 4
A slight sneer came from behind him. The voice came from Mad-Eye Moody, but the referee next to him almost thought it was just his own hallucination.
"It must be my illusion?" the referee thought, "How could Mad-Eye Moody sneer? And at the Savior." He couldn't help but secretly glance at Moody, only to see Moody looking into the depths of the maze with a serious and worried face.
The referee shook his head, secretly laughing at himself for overthinking things. However, he didn't notice that when he looked away from Moody, a deep meaning flashed in Moody's eyes, mixed with a hint of murderous intent.
Harry, with his hard work and Hermione's crazy tutoring, finally got close to the trophy without any danger. Cedric also arrived with him, and they met Krum with a strange look on their faces on the way.
Although Durmstrang Academy was well-known for its expertise in the Dark Arts, Krum's eccentricity did not stay in Harry's mind for long. After all, Harry was used to dealing with various dangerous situations.
Cedric was grateful that Harry had saved him, so he took the initiative to suggest that Harry hold the trophy. Harry wanted to say that they could go together, but suddenly Draco's figure appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but hesitate.
In the end, he still said nothing, looked at Cedric with gratitude and apologetic, then walked forward.
The moment he touched the trophy, he felt dizzy.
In a trance, Harry seemed to hear Cedric calling his name anxiously.
Harry and the trophy fell heavily to the ground.
He suppressed his discomfort and looked around cautiously.
Gloomy and dark trees and scattered tombstones come into view.
Harry didn't know where this was. Could this be the final level?
All sorts of random thoughts were running through his mind.
He gathered himself, stood up, and groped around. No matter what, he had to get first place and go back! Draco was still waiting for him!
As he walked and thought, he suddenly heard a voice: "Harry Potter..."
Harry was startled and stopped in his tracks, looking around nervously.
There seemed to be footsteps in the darkness.
Harry's face turned pale and he gripped his wand tightly, ready to deal with any possible danger.
"Hahahaha... Harry Potter, you're finally here..." The hoarse and mocking laughter echoed in the air, making people feel creepy.
Harry took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He knew that in this situation, he had to remain alert and calm.
"Who!" he shouted towards the direction where the footsteps came from.
Under his vigilant gaze, a short and fat figure slowly walked out of the darkness holding something.
The figure came closer and closer, and Harry finally saw his face clearly. It was Peter Pettigrew!
"Peter Pettigrew? Why are you here?" Harry asked in surprise and anger.
Peter Pettigrew chuckled, revealing his yellow teeth. "I've been waiting for you, Harry Potter."
"Wait for me? Why?" Harry asked with a puzzled look on his face, but his hand holding the wand was actually already ready to go.
Peter Pettigrew did not answer Harry Potter's question, but raised the thing he was holding tightly in his hands. Harry looked closely and found that it was not a baby, but a strange monster wrapped in swaddling clothes!
The monster's body shape is similar to that of a human, but it has a distorted face and a strange skin color. Its eyes flash with evil light, and its mouth is wide open, revealing sharp teeth.
When Harry looked closely, he was shocked to find that the monster could speak, and it made a creepy sound: "Harry Potter..."
Harry's face turned pale as paper in an instant, and he stared at the monster in front of him with wide eyes in disbelief. This voice was very familiar to him, because it was Voldemort's voice!
"Voldemort!" Harry gritted his teeth, his eyes full of anger and hatred.
"Long time no see, Harry Potter... Thanks to you, I can only condescend to stay in this pitiful container!" Voldemort's voice came from the monster's mouth, with endless malice and ridicule.
At this moment, Peter Pettigrew suddenly received a signal from Voldemort and launched an attack without hesitation. A dazzling red light flashed, accompanied by a shrill curse: "Crucio!"
Harry didn't have time to react at all before the red light hit his body. He fell to the ground in pain, his body twitching violently, as if he was suffering from great torture.
Peter Pettigrew waved his wand and chanted a spell. Harry felt a powerful force binding him tightly, unable to move at all.
His body was tightly embraced by the stone statue behind him, as if he was imprisoned by a huge stone arm.
"What...what do you want to do?" Harry endured the pain in his body and tried to break free from the statue, but no matter how hard he tried, the statue did not move.
Realizing that his resistance was futile, he gave up the futile attempt and stared at Peter Pettigrew and Voldemort with vigilance.
"Don't be so nervous, Mr. Potter, I just want to borrow something from you." There was an evil gleam in Voldemort's eyes and a smug smile on the corner of his mouth.
It was obvious that torturing Harry gave him a great thrill.
Peter Pettigrew stood in front of the cauldron that had been prepared long ago and carefully placed Voldemort into it.
Then, he muttered something and began to cast a mysterious magic.
As the spell was chanted, the liquid in the crucible gradually boiled and wisps of green smoke emerged.
Harry watched all this in horror, with an uneasy foreboding in his heart.
He watched as Peter Pettigrew placed a piece of human bone inside.
Suddenly, Peter Pettigrew picked up a sharp dagger and cut off his hand without hesitation, and blood gushed out.
He endured the severed pain and threw the severed hand into the crucible. Then, he slowly walked towards Harry with a crazy look in his eyes.
"No! Don't!" Harry's heart beat rapidly and he struggled desperately, but the statue's restraints were still firm.
Peter Pettigrew walked up to him, the dagger in his hand flashing coldly.
A feeling of despair welled up in Harry's heart. He didn't know what terrible thing would happen next.
But her instinct told her that she couldn't let Peter Pettigrew and Voldemort succeed. But it was all in vain, her struggle was useless.
Peter Pettigrew mercilessly cut a long gash on Harry's arm, and blood immediately gushed out.
Harry screamed in agony, but his voice was swallowed by the darkness around him. His consciousness gradually blurred and everything in front of him was black.
He knew that he had probably lost too much blood.
After adding Harry's blood, the water in the crucible became redder and redder, and finally turned into a strange red.
The liquid began to rotate, and a vague human figure slowly emerged, then gradually took shape.
As the figure stretched his limbs, a black cloak slowly emerged from his body.
That man, or Voldemort, bathed in the moonlight, closed his eyes and felt the long-lost pleasure of having a body and the power flowing through his body.
He slowly opened his eyes, his scarlet snake pupils filled with cruelty.
He turned his head and first casually gave Peter Pettigrew a hand, then stared at Harry with eyes full of malice and pity.
"Thank you, Mr. Potter. I have a gift for you." He grinned subtly. "But we need an audience."
Voldemort placed his hand on the Dark Mark on Peter Pettigrew's hand, and in just a few breaths, more than a dozen figures appeared in the same place.
They were all Death Eaters, summoned by Voldemort.
They were wearing black robes and hoods, so their faces couldn't be seen, but the evil aura emanating from them was chilling.
Voldemort looked at these Death Eaters and smiled with satisfaction. "My friends, welcome here. Today, we will witness a great moment."
He turned and pointed at Harry. "This is Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. He defeated me once before, but he won't be so lucky this time."
Harry clenched his fists, his face pale but determined.
He knew he was facing a powerful enemy, but he did not back down. He was ready to meet any challenge and protect himself and his loved ones.
Voldemort laughed, his laughter echoing through the forest. "Mr. Potter, your courage is commendable. However, you cannot stop me. Today, I will regain my full power and rule the wizarding world once again. And you will be my first witness."
"Oh, by the way, I remember I prepared a gift for you. Look at my memory." Voldemort instructed Peter Pettigrew as if he suddenly remembered.
"Go and bring the gift." Peter Pettigrew bowed respectfully and turned to walk towards the house behind him.
Harry felt increasingly uneasy. Bring? What on earth did he need to bring? He inexplicably thought of Draco, whom he hadn't seen today, and his face turned pale.
Lucius Malfoy was among the Death Eaters. His heart suddenly pounded. A sense of foreboding spread through him.
The rustling sound of snakes crawling reached everyone's ears, and everyone looked towards the direction where the sound came from.
I saw Peter Pettigrew dragging a man with a snake following behind him, slowly walking towards this side.
When he walked into the moonlight, the platinum hair made Harry and Lucius' eyes widen instantly, and anger and shock mixed together, making their bodies tremble slightly.
"Draco!" "Dragon!"
Lucius completely forgot about his surroundings and was desperate to pounce forward.
At this moment, the only thing in his eyes was the bruised and dying figure, that was his most beloved son - Draco!
However, a red light flashed, and Lucius fell heavily to the ground, wailing in pain, his face full of despair and pain.
His mask also fell off, revealing his pale and distorted face.
Voldemort slowly withdrew his hand and said coldly, "Lucius, I have already said that this is a gift for our Mr. Potter."
Peter Pettigrew threw Draco to the ground without mercy, as if he were a worthless object.
Draco's eyes were tightly closed, and his breathing was weak, as if it would stop at any moment. His body was covered with dust and dirt, and was covered with scars, a horrible sight.
"Draco! What have you done! Voldemort!" Harry was at a loss, his eyes full of that fragile figure.
There was a hint of amusement in Voldemort's red eyes. He stared at Harry with interest, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a twisted smile.
"When my servant told me this, I couldn't believe it. I didn't expect it to be true."
His voice was low and raspy, with a chilling air about it. Harry felt a chill run down his spine, but he managed to remain calm, glaring back at Voldemort angrily.
"You like Draco Malfoy? Hahahahaha..." Voldemort suddenly burst into laughter, and the laughter echoed throughout the cemetery, making people shudder. He laughed so hard that he could hardly stand, and his body leaned forward as if he was about to fall.
"The savior falls in love with the son of a Death Eater? This is ridiculous, hahaha..." His laughter was full of sarcasm and contempt. He hypocritically wiped the corners of his eyes, which had no tears at all, and continued to mock Harry.
"Do you like this gift, Mr. Potter?" Voldemort walked to Draco, squatted down and lifted Draco's head.
"The Malfoy family has always produced beauties. Not to mention you, I like this face very much too." Voldemort looked at the next heir of the Malfoy family carefully, with admiration and indifference in his eyes.
Even after being tortured by him like this, this face was still pleasing to the eye, even with a hint of fragile beauty.
"Let him go! Come to me if you have anything to say! Draco knows nothing!" Harry struggled like a trapped beast, tears streaming down his face.
Draco...Draco...Draco didn't do anything. It was all his fault! He shouldn't have liked Draco! He shouldn't have let his feelings show!
Voldemort waved his hand, and the statue was freed.
As soon as Harry landed, he stumbled towards Draco, completely ignoring Voldemort and the Death Eaters around him.
All he could see was the figure lying on the ground.
Voldemort sneered, shook his hand, and Harry fell heavily out.
He stood up and slowly took the wand respectfully handed to him by Peter Pettigrew.
"Do you want to save him?" Voldemort played with the wand in his hand. "Well, I'll give you a chance. Pick up the wand and defeat me."
He waved off the Death Eaters around him, and that night more than ten years ago, he died in such humiliation.
Today, he would defeat Harry Potter in front of the Death Eaters and wash away his shame.
Harry looked up, his eyes filled with determination and anger. He fumbled for his wand from under the statue, then stood up and faced Voldemort.
At this moment, he was no longer afraid.