Howling wind and swirling colors surrounded Harry, Ron, and Hermione, dragging them forward. When Harry's feet touched solid ground again, they had arrived in a completely unfamiliar place.

This was a cemetery.

The three sat on the ground, shocked.

"Where is this place?" Ron asked, "I don't see any familiar place. Is that a cemetery?" The surroundings were overgrown with weeds, and black stone tablets stood around them. Harry shook his head and looked around. He saw a tall yew tree, and behind the tree was the outline of a building.

On the left was a hill. Harry could make out an exquisite old house on the hillside.

"It seems that there was a problem with the transmission of the trophy." Harry said, he looked around, and the trophy was more than ten feet away from them.

"Would someone from the Ministry of Magic make such a low-level mistake?" Ron asked in surprise.

"Oh, Harry, look over there--" Hermione pointed in a direction and said nervously.

"The sound of wind?" Ron guessed that the wind had picked up at night.

"It's a person, pick up your wand." Harry said. They squinted nervously and looked into the deep darkness. Three figures walked towards them step by step between the graves. Are they Muggles nearby? Harry thought, but he quickly rejected this guess. They were all wearing wizard cloaks.

"Stop, who are you?" Harry shouted at the few people.

The wind blew scattered laughter, which was definitely not a friendly sign. Harry raised his wand, but they stopped more than ten feet away and reached out to take off the hood on their heads. Harry, Ron and Hermione relaxed a little. Harry only felt that the exposed skin of the person in the middle was abnormally white, as if he had some terrible disease. The person

on the far left showed his face, "Barty Crouch Jr." Hermione screamed. Harry was startled and didn't care about the person in the middle. His eyes moved to the left. The memories of Christmas Eve half a year ago came all at once, "It's really you!"

"Potter," Crouch Jr. grinned, "You should call me professor, after all, I taught you so much knowledge."

Ron next to him pulled his sleeve. "Ha, Harry—"

Without him saying anything, Harry also noticed a pair of malicious eyes, coming from the man in the middle. He had just untied his cloak, and his nose was flat like a snake, with two thin slits for nostrils... Harry felt that this makeup was really familiar. The man stroked his forehead with his pale and slender hands, and a pair of scarlet eyes appeared between his fingers.

There was no warmth in these eyes.

"Voldemort?" He shouted loudly.

"How dare you call the master by his name!" Crouch Jr. pulled out his wand in anger and stopped him with one hand. A sharp voice like ice followed, "They are the guests I invited back with great difficulty, Barty, I allow them to be rude this time." Voldemort said.

"Master, why don't you let me deal with those two who are in the way?" Yaxley asked humbly, "I came out of the maze castle just to contribute my strength."

Harry, Ron and Hermione had not yet recovered from the huge shock. The night air was like a biting ice, and a chill that penetrated the heart spread from the lungs to the whole body.

However, Voldemort did not react to Yaxley's words. His eyes were so red that it was hard to tell the pupils from the whites of his eyes, but Harry could clearly feel the gazes that seemed to be real constantly scrutinizing him. They were greed, hatred, and a hint of... fear?

Barty Crouch Jr., who was standing on the far left, turned into a good gentleman again, playing with his wand lazily, and cast a contemptuous glance at Yaxley - he knew nothing, but was eager to take his place? Crouch Jr. licked his lips and smiled sickly.

"So, you are resurrected?"

Harry took a step forward, blocking Ron and Hermione in front of him, and bravely looked Voldemort in the eye. He had to try his best to attract the attention of the other side... take the initiative to create opportunities... so that Hermione and Ron would have a chance to escape and tell the professor and Headmaster Dumbledore everything.

But his heart kept falling, as if falling into a bottomless abyss. A voice told him that the chance was too slim. A year ago, Crouch Jr. was stronger than the three of them put together, not to mention the resurrected Voldemort.

Harry stared into Voldemort's eyes, trying his best to show his fearlessness. But his scar suddenly hurt, never so badly in his life, and his head felt like it was going to explode. Harry covered his scar with one hand, and still held the wand tightly with the other hand. The severe pain made him fall to the ground and twitch constantly. His stomach was churning, and he kept retching, even suspecting that he would die in the next second.

He heard Ron and Hermione shouting something, followed by several sharp sounds of breaking through the air and the sound of a body hitting the ground heavily.

At this moment, a sudden coolness came from his brain, quickly soothing his pain. It was the brain block technique.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... your friends really care about you." The voice said without a trace of emotion.

Harry opened his eyes, his eyes were full of stars, his vision was blurred, and the effects of the severe pain still remained. It took several seconds to see Voldemort's face clearly, which was close at hand - it should be the color of a corpse, the color of bones. There was not a single hair on his head. His bright red eyes looked eerie in the darkness. His pupils had degenerated into two slits, like the eyes of a snake.

What did he just say? My friend? Harry thought of a terrible guess. No... Never... He struggled to get up. Every movement was painful, but even so, he did not put down the wand in his hand.

If Ron and Hermione really... He did not dare to imagine this possibility. His stomach began to churn again. His fingers were cut by the stone because he was holding the wand. Harry gritted his teeth. The pain made him feel better. While struggling to get up, he stared at Voldemort with hatred.

In response, he was a cold and sharp smile.

He staggered to his feet and shook his head vigorously. Voldemort took two steps back silently, still staring at him with that disgusting look.

At this time, Harry heard a faint groan. It was Ron! Harry was ecstatic. He was not dead. That's great! What about Hermione? He could not hear her move. The place to his left was as silent as death. Harry did not dare to turn around to confirm.

"You were too harsh, Yaxley. The girl was almost killed." Voldemort said softly, "Barty did a good job."

"Master, Master..." Yaxley looked up in confusion, and Barty Crouch Jr. beside him sneered silently.

"I can use all three of them," Voldemort said softly, his eyes still fixed on Harry, "Those two... are not only the best friends of the savior Harry Potter, but also - according to Barty, they are all good friends with Felix Happ?"

"Yes, Master," Barty Crouch Jr. said respectfully, "especially the Muggle girl. She became Happ's assistant in her second year."

Voldemort sneered twice.

"The pure-blood family has completely fallen, and their descendants have become useless. They have even let the despicable Muggle-born climb over their heads."

He began to pace, walking back and forth in front of Harry. Harry stood there with his eyes wide open, holding the wand tightly in his hand. If he cast a spell on Voldemort at this time and then used the Summoning Charm to summon the trophy... No, Crouch Jr. and the Death Eater were watching him.

Harry was anxious. Voldemort had not killed anyone for the time being, but he knew it was not out of mercy, but because he had a more evil plan. Harry's brain was working rapidly, and he was surprised to find that even though his physical condition was very poor, the brain block was still working autonomously, preventing him from falling into the abyss of despair.

"I have been looking forward to this scene for a long time, meeting the 'great savior' Harry Potter..." Voldemort said softly, and Harry's eyes followed his slender pale fingers, which lightly held a wand, as if any disarming spell could make the wand slip out of his hand.

Harry was eager to move.

Voldemort was too arrogant. He was completely defenseless and thought he had no power to fight back. Could this be his weakness?

"...I was looking forward to being reborn with the help of his blood, breaking the arrangement of fate, and then killing him in one fell swoop. But I failed," Voldemort said regretfully, his bare feet stepping on the soil and weeds, making a rustling sound, "Hogwarts is more dangerous than it was thirteen years ago. In addition to the protector of the mudbloods and Muggles, Albus Dumbledore... there is another Felix Hep, who is more radical and proactive than the old Dumbledore..." "

I had to give up the best plan - after almost losing my only loyal servant." Voldemort stopped, squinting his snake-like eyes, and said unhappily. Harry tried not to make it too obvious that he was staring at Voldemort's hand -

"So I settled for the next best thing... You don't know how frustrated I am, Harry Potter, I have tasted the feeling of defeat again..." "

Exorcist -" Harry shouted, and Voldemort waved his hand violently -

"Snap!"

Harry's wand fell to the ground. Harry's eyes widened, he didn't see clearly at all, Voldemort's action was too fast, as if he had been prepared. At this time, Voldemort slowly turned around, stared at him for a few seconds, raised his wand and whispered: "Crucio!"

Harry felt that all the bones in his body were burning, his head must have cracked along the scar, his eyeballs were bulging, and it was possible to explode under the huge pressure at any time, his body was bent in the opposite direction, as if he was going to break him in half. He hoped to stop quickly... hoped to faint... and die...

Harry found that the pain in his body had subsided a little, and a trace of warmth came from his thigh. It was the amulet in his pocket! At this moment, there were two forces protecting him, one was the brain block technique, and the other was the knot given to him by Nona. Although each effect was weak, it did work.

Voldemort's snake face twisted into a cruel and satisfied smile, and the wand was pointed at him. It was unknown how long it had been -

the torture was finally over.

Harry was limp, sweat soaking his back, and he was panting violently. His head was still against the ground, but he could still feel the ecstasy in Voldemort's heart. Why was it like this? Did he enjoy torturing himself?

Harry couldn't understand this emotion, but he was very sure that he was not wrong - after all, he didn't feel any joy at the moment.

"Tie them up." Voldemort whispered.

A man came over, and Harry's face was pressed to the ground. The wand was not far away from him, but he couldn't reach it. A rope was wrapped around him, and he was dragged on the ground. He saw Ron and Hermione were treated the same way. Ron's legs were twisted unnaturally, his face was pale, and Hermione looked like a corpse, with no rise and fall in her chest.

Then he was hung up by the rope, his back pressed against the cold surface. He was stunned for two seconds before realizing that it was a black tombstone. He also saw who was in front of him, Barty Crouch Jr., one of his hands was wearing a silver glove.

"Did you find it, Potter?" Crouch Jr. licked his lips nervously, "This is a reward from the Dark Lord." Harry glared at him, but this weak threat did not affect Crouch Jr.'s movements at all. The rope was wrapped around Harry again and again, leaving no gap from his neck to his ankles.

Crouch Jr. turned and left.

"Stretch out your arm." Voldemort said lazily. Yaxley and Crouch Jr. stretched out their left hands at the same time, and Harry saw a bright red tattoo pattern. Voldemort pressed his long, pale index finger on Crouch Jr.'s arm, and the mark turned black. Crouch Jr. made a slight inhalation sound.

Voldemort straightened up, raised his head, and scanned the dark cemetery.

"After feeling it, how many people have the courage to come back? And how many people will be stupid not to come?" He muttered.

Voldemort began to pace again, scanning the cemetery from time to time. Harry didn't know what happened, but he felt that it must be bad. He racked his brains to think of a solution. Apparition? No, he lost his wand and couldn't perform Apparition magic without a wand like Professor Heppe, not to mention that there were two people around him.

He couldn't escape alone.

Wait, Professor Heppe? Harry opened his eyes wide, desperately chasing that ray of light, desperately thinking about something related to Professor Heppe... He finally thought of it, it was the Ouroboros Ring.

In the third year, Professor Heppe told him that the Ouroboros Rings of him, Ron and Hermione had been specially treated and could actively contact the professor. At that time, it was to guard against Peter Pettigrew who could transform into an Animagus.

But Harry was disappointed again. He didn't carry the Ouroboros Ring with him at all. But... someone might have brought it.

He tried his best to turn his head and look to his left. Hermione was still unconscious.

"Hermione..." Harry whispered. There was a gap between the tombstones between him and Hermione, but he was tied up so tightly that he couldn't even kick. What was worse, his struggle attracted Voldemort's attention.

"Care about your friend? Potter?" Voldemort whispered, and he walked over. "Although she is just a low-ranking mudblood, she is more useful than you think..." His eyes swept over Hermione, Harry and Ron, and he said maliciously: "Muggle-born, half-blood and pure-blood, what a dramatic combination!"

"Resurrect quickly!" He pointed his wand at Hermione. Hermione opened her eyes weakly and slowly. Seeing Voldemort so close, she widened her eyes in fear and leaned back, which triggered her injuries and made her groan in pain.

But Voldemort turned his head away and looked at Harry nonchalantly.

"I think it's better to let your two best friends witness your death." A cruel smile appeared on his face, "After that, should the purebloods kill the mudbloods, or should the mudbloods kill the purebloods? Or, let them all die at the hands of that kid... I haven't decided yet, but I believe it will be a good show." "

You... are dreaming." Ron said with a distorted face.

Voldemort looked at him and sneered twice, "Weasley? Disgusting family - Cruciatus!"

Ron screamed in agony.

"No -"

"Don't -"

Harry and Hermione, who had just come to her senses, shouted, but the smile on Voldemort's face became even stronger. "I like this feeling, the feeling of controlling life and death..." He continued to point his wand at Ron, making him howl in pain, but this time the torture did not last long. It wasn't long before Voldemort stopped on his own and looked around.

The air was suddenly filled with the rustling of cloaks. Wizards Apparated in every dark place. They all wore hoods and covered their faces. Walking over carefully, Voldemort took a few steps and stood there silently waiting.

A Death Eater knelt on the ground, crawled to Voldemort, and kissed the hem of his black robe.

More and more Death Eaters did this, including Barty Crouch Jr. and Yaxley. The only people standing on the scene besides Voldemort were Harry and the other two.

"Welcome, Death Eaters," Voldemort said calmly as he began his return speech. Harry didn't bother to listen carefully but winked at Hermione. He didn't dare to be too obvious so Hermione didn't notice that she was hurt -

"I smell guilt... No one has tried to find me... Didn't you know a long time ago that I took measures to prevent death? Yes, perhaps you think that there is a more powerful force that has defeated Voldemort and the master you are loyal to... Such as the old man hiding in Hogwarts? Or the boy-who-lived before you?" The Death Eaters

kneeling on the ground raised their heads tremblingly, and when they saw Harry, they all took a breath.

"Lucius, are you surprised? I heard that your son and Harry Potter are in the same grade?"

"Master, Master," Lucius Malfoy's voice came from the dense crowd of Death Eaters, "The Malfoy family has always been loyal to you. Draco, Draco and Potter are mortal enemies in school! He hates Muggles, Potter and Dumbledore just like me."

Lucius raised his head, "Master, it's great to have you back--"

"Lucius," Voldemort said lazily, "my cunning friend, hypocrisy is engraved in your bones, and you, like everyone else, have never tried to find me... However, your performance at the Quidditch Century Cup was very interesting, I believe... You are still willing to take the lead in torturing Muggles, right? Although you disappointed me once... I hope you will serve me more loyally in the future."

"Of course, Master, of course... You are so magnanimous, thank you..."

Then, Voldemort called out the names one by one, including those who had not come. The Death Eaters kneeling on the ground seemed to be waiting for the judgment of fate. Harry took the opportunity to signal Hermione with his eyes. He succeeded. Hermione cast a sharp glance at him.

"Ouroboros Ring." Harry muttered softly.

Hermione stared at him and didn't hear clearly. "Ouroboros Ring.

" Harry raised his voice slightly, and this time, Hermione heard it. She nodded gently to Harry and moved her arms in a small range. At this time, Voldemort finally completed the judgment of the Death Eaters, and they gathered under Voldemort's banner again.

"Next, it's the climax of my return night, the drama I carefully prepared." Voldemort turned around, his narrow nose wings slightly expanded, Hermione immediately stopped moving, Voldemort raised his wand: "Let us witness the death of Harry Potter together."

All the Death Eaters raised their wands and said in unison: "Witness the death of Harry Potter."

Harry felt that the ropes that bound him suddenly loosened, and he suddenly had an idea and fell towards Hermione. With the help of his body, he pulled the ropes on Hermione's body twice, and Hermione quickly put her hands in her pockets.

Low laughter sounded around.

"Please forgive me, I have to admit that before this, the boy who lived suffered some torture." Voldemort held his wand, and a cold arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The crowd laughed even more happily.

"Come over, Potter, and meet your fate." Voldemort said softly.

Harry tried to dawdle as much as possible to buy time for Hermione. After such a long time, the school must have discovered that they were missing. No, they should have known it when they held the trophy but did not appear outside the venue. However, the school could not find their whereabouts... This is exactly the function of the Ouroboros Ring.

"Oh?" Voldemort dragged out his voice, "Harry Potter looks a little nervous, you should move aside. I remember that you should have learned dueling?"

The Death Eaters laughed and dispersed further. Harry limped to his wand and picked up the wand on the ground. He also picked up Ron and Hermione's wands and put them in his pocket.

"Child's trick." Voldemort sneered.

"Let's bow to each other, Harry," he said, leaning forward, but his snake face was still looking at Harry, "Come on, etiquette must be observed... Dumbledore must want you to behave gracefully... Bow to the god of death, Harry..."

Harry stared at him stubbornly, and Voldemort's wand pressed down lightly, and he was bent down, and in order to humiliate him, Voldemort deliberately let him keep this posture for a while. There was laughter all around.

This is not bad... Harry thought, at least it delays time.

"Then, the duel begins."

Harry raised his wand quickly, and the red light gathered at the tip of the wand, but Voldemort hit him even faster. It was the Cruciatus Curse. Harry fell to the ground in pain, feeling the white-hot knife cutting his body continuously. He howled in pain and stumbled towards the wall of Death Eaters. He saw a Death Eater with light blond hair under the mask, and one of his hands was in his pocket.

What was he doing? Harry couldn't help but think, and the next second he was pushed back by the Death Eaters around him.

"Does it hurt, Harry?" Voldemort said, his nostrils flaring with excitement, "Do you need to rest for a while? You have to learn to be patient, because I will keep using this spell... the Cruciatus Curse... until the end of your life."

The voices around him were suppressed, and the Death Eaters looked at Voldemort with awe, and Voldemort was very satisfied with this.

Harry found something unusual. If you don't count the time when Voldemort knocked his wand away, Voldemort had only used one spell on him from beginning to end, and coupled with the fearful expression on his face that he thought he had seen wrong... Harry suddenly realized.

"You are afraid of me! Voldemort, you are afraid of me!" Harry shouted.

"What did you say, Potter?" Voldemort asked softly.

"You don't dare to use the Killing Curse on me, do you!" Harry shouted loudly, saying his guess, whether it was true or not, at least it could delay a little time, "You are afraid of the magical protection that my mother gave me with her life, and you are worried that the curse will rebound on you again, and then you will be finished! A complete joke!"

The Death Eaters around were silent, with only the cold and sobbing wind at night.

Voldemort was silent for a short time, and then he showed a cold smile, "I just want to torture you-Crucia!"

The spell hit Harry, but this time he did not fall down - he was trembling all over, but his eyes were fixed on Voldemort, "You are afraid, Voldemort! I was not sure at first, but now I believe it 100%. My mother's protection exists in my blood. You have suffered enough of this pain, haven't you!"

"It was once thirteen years ago! It was another time when you possessed the back of Professor Quirrell's head three years ago! You were so miserable at that time, you really should let these people see your pitiful appearance!" Harry mocked loudly, and Voldemort looked furious. His pale and slender hands trembled for the first time.

"Crucio - Cruocio - Cruocio -"

Harry fearlessly opened his arms and gave up resistance. At this moment, a blood-red light fell from the sky, hit the ground heavily, and blocked Harry, "Ding Ding Ding!" The Cruocio missed.

Harry opened his eyes wide. What stood in front of him was an iron knight. He couldn't tell whether it was a magic puppet or a spell. He could only recognize that the knight was wearing a medieval armor, with bloodstains all over his body, as if he had just experienced a battle. He held an extremely huge shield in both hands.

"What--" Voldemort suddenly turned around, looked up at the sky, and said with gritted teeth: "Felix Hep!"

"It's me." Felix said calmly. He stood in the air, with a pair of silver wings swaying gently behind him.

"You came at the right time," Voldemort sneered, "I have been suppressing the idea of ​​looking for you, but I didn't expect you to come here by yourself-Avada Kendawa!" Green light covered the sky, Felix's silver wings flashed, and his body suddenly disappeared in the air.

When he reappeared, he was already standing next to Harry and the knight, holding a ball of black lightning in his left hand. With a swipe of his other hand, the ropes binding Ron and Hermione were loosened at once, and they staggered to their knees. "Take Ron and Hermione with you and use the trophy portkey. The Knight will protect you temporarily." He said to Harry.

Harry felt a strong hope.

"Stop them!" Voldemort's snake face twisted, and green light filled his vision. The Knight grabbed Harry and dodged to the side. Felix turned around nimbly to avoid the spell. He appeared in the air again, and the black lightning in his hand poured down, and hundreds of them struck the ground. The

Death Eaters immediately scattered, but a few unlucky ones were hit.

Felix noticed that Crouch Jr. moved towards Harry, and his eyes flickered, pretending not to see it.

Harry found himself being led by the Knight to Ron and Hermione. "Thank you--" He didn't know what to say. Maybe there was a wizard hidden in the armor, but he was suddenly stunned, because the Knight's body was wiped out by the green light of the Killing Curse. The shield above and the right half of the shoulder were gone, and the neat fracture was corroded by something green.

"Harry, the trophy--" Hermione said weakly, and she helped Ron to stand up.

"The trophy--that's right, the trophy is flying!" Harry stretched out his wand and shouted, but the fighting around them was too intense. Although they were at the edge of the battlefield, they still suffered the aftermath. A lot of soil was overturned, and black tombstones flew up into the sky and smashed towards Felix under Voldemort's control.

"Brother, I think the trophy is in that direction." Ron grinned.

"Oh, that's right!" Harry said hurriedly, and he changed the direction of his wand. "The trophy is flying!" He heard the sound of breaking through the air. This time it was right. Suddenly a figure rushed out, "Smash to pieces!" He shouted with a grim smile on his face.

Harry, Ron and Hermione watched the trophy being smashed into pieces by the Crushing Curse.

"Follow me, deal with Potter and the others! The master will deal with Hap!" Crouch Jr. shouted at the top of his voice, and more than a dozen dark shadows responded to him. Colorful spells attacked them. The knight stepped forward and put the broken shield upright on the ground, and all the spells were bounced off.

"Go around to the back!" Crouch Jr. saw the flaw.

"Let's retreat quickly!" Harry shouted, and the wand was handed out from the gap, and the disarming spell was launched silently. A Death Eater's wand flew out of his hand and flew towards Harry. "Break into pieces." Harry shouted again, and the wand broke into several pieces in mid-air.

"Where to retreat?" Ron shouted while tiptoeing.

Harry did not answer. He saw that a Death Eater had gone around and was already on their side. He quickly threw a few Stunning Spells, which missed, but the fast and urgent spells scared the two reckless Death Eaters. They dared not approach recklessly.

Hermione pulled Ron, "There is a huge yew tree behind."

Harry was in trouble at this time. He didn't know how to make the 'Knight' obey his orders. From the previous performance, it was quite intelligent and didn't look like a magic at all.

"We have to retreat, you follow us, do you hear?" Harry said to the Knight.

There was no response, and the Knight just stood in front of them indifferently.

During this time, the Death Eaters surrounded them again.

"Retreat!" Harry said decisively, and at the same time he raised the Rune of Armor. They retreated a few steps back. The knight who had been motionless started to move and followed him back a step, always blocking them.

"It really worked!" Harry was overjoyed. They quickly retreated to the vicinity of the yew tree, and with the protection of the huge tree trunk and half of the knight's shield, they barely maintained the situation.

"Here!" Harry took out two wands from his pocket, which he had picked up before.

"Great!" Ron shouted palely. With the addition of Ron and Hermione, the Death Eaters' offensive became more cautious, especially after Ron used the Bright Blaze Charm to turn a Death Eater into a torch.

The Death Eaters tried to put out the flames, but ordinary water had no effect at all. After a while, the flames went out by themselves, and the Death Eater was dying.

"They're afraid of this spell! They should have thought of it earlier - it works wonders against dark wizards!"

Hermione reluctantly used the ancient magic she had mastered, and the golden flames turned into a firebird, which quickly flew to the side of a Death Eater, opened its mouth and pecked him on the face, and the Death Eater immediately let out a terrible cry.

"Help me!" he shouted.

Crouch Jr. summoned a stream of water, and the golden flames went out abnormally slowly, and the Death Eater was burned to a bloody mess.

"Is he dead?" Hermione asked tremblingly.

"Who cares!" Ron shouted.

But then, Hermione just let the firebird circle around the yew and the knight, sprinkling pieces of golden flames. No matter how Crouch Jr. urged, the Death Eaters did not dare to move forward.

"Use the Termination Curse!" Crouch Jr. shouted.

"Expelliarmus!" Harry seized the opportunity and used all his strength to cast the Disarming Charm. The red light of the spell was like a long laser beam. Crouch Jr. immediately cast the Shield Charm. At the same time, Harry increased his magic power, and the beam of light sparked. Three Death Eaters who were close to Crouch Jr. were hit, and their wands flew out of their hands and flew into the deep darkness. Ron immediately used the Stunning Charm -

"Only two were hit." Ron said regretfully.

Harry took a quick look in the distance. The cemetery had been completely destroyed, with deep pits and rubble everywhere. Professor Happ used continuous Apparition, dragging out seven afterimages at the same time. The spell formed an airtight net, surrounding Voldemort in the center, forming a dead end. And the spell used by the professor turned out to be

the Killing Curse!

Voldemort summoned a silver shield from the thin air. The Killing Curse hit the shield, making a "sizzling" sound. The next second, the Killing Curse, which was weakened a lot, penetrated the shield with difficulty, but Voldemort had already taken advantage of this opportunity to escape.

Voldemort grinned, "Good tactics, but your Killing Curse is too weak, you still have to rely on mine!" He raised his wand, and then his figure disappeared from the spot. He was suspended in the air, without the help of any wings, and just flew on the wind and appeared on the right side of Felix. In an instant, the dazzling green light illuminated half of the cemetery . The spell

"Avada Knead Dawa"

smashed Felix to pieces.

The battle stopped in an instant. Everyone looked up at the sky. The green light had not yet dissipated, and the fragments of Felix Hepp's body were shining crystal-like, falling lightly like petals.

Lucius Malfoy, who had been paddling, had bulged his eyes. He died just like that? What about Dumbledore? Are you so confident that you can deal with the Dark Lord and a group of Death Eaters? He immediately reached into his pocket, where the contact items Felix had given him before were, and now they have become a hot potato.

...

"How is it possible?" Harry's brain was dizzy. Although he knew that Voldemort was terrible, Professor Hepp was equally powerful in his heart. He looked around in disbelief. Maybe the professor used Apparition and would give Voldemort a fatal blow the next time he came out.

Everyone seemed to have this idea. They held their wands tightly and stared at the sky cautiously. The stars at night kept twinkling.

Harry's heart sank a little bit. The knight in front of him suddenly became transparent. It had resisted Voldemort's killing curse, but now it was heading for self-collapse without anyone attacking it... Was

Professor Happ really dead?

Whether it was an enemy or a friend, everyone needed some time to accept this reality. Only Voldemort moved on the field. He looked up, took a deep breath, and brushed his palm across his bald forehead with an intoxicated expression.

A great enemy was finally dead.

Another person moved. Hermione took out the beaded bag and reached in. "Please... please... it must be inside." She said in a crying voice.

She took out the time converter, put it around her neck, and turned the knob on it. "Just three hours earlier." Her fingers kept shaking. Harry and Ron looked at the small time converter at the same time, and their eyes gradually became bright.

At the same time, the knight who had been blocking them finally collapsed and turned into countless points of light, like fireflies in the dark night.

"Oh--" Hermione trembled and turned one circle, two circles, three circles, and it was done-the Death Eaters didn't know what happened.

"Break to pieces!" A voice that couldn't help but be proud shouted. Harry's eyes widened and he hurriedly used the Shield Charm. The magic barrier was formed almost instantly, but a white light drilled in from the gap and hit the time converter directly.

The time converter began to rotate rapidly.

Hermione's figure disappeared.

"Where did the girl go?"

"What did he do?"

"Disillusionment Charm or Disapparition——"

At this time, Voldemort's sight also looked over. He was surprised at the disappearance of the Muggle girl, and also surprised that Harry Potter was not dead and persisted until now.

There was a sentence that Harry said was right. Voldemort really didn't have the courage to recite the Killing Curse to Harry. He was worried that the nightmare thirteen years ago would reappear, so he figured out the way to torture Harry with the Cruciatus Curse, which not only demonstrated his majesty, but also didn't have to worry about the curse rebounding.

Except for the death of Felix Hep, everything that happened tonight was not satisfactory.

Voldemort remained silent, hoping that someone would notice his "embarrassment" and take the initiative to help him solve the problem of Harry Potter. Barty Crouch Jr.... Lucius Malfoy... They had always been able to guess what he was thinking.

The sound of footsteps was as loud as thunder in the silent night. Hermione ran out from behind the huge yew tree -

"Hermione!"

"Hermione!"

Harry and Ron were overjoyed. They knew the working mechanism of the time turner. For Hermione, several hours might have passed, but for them, it was just a blink of an eye. Harry was still worried that the time turner would be affected by Crouch Jr.'s spell, but now Hermione's appearance meant that she succeeded.

"Hermione, teach him -" Harry was about to speak, but was suddenly bounced back by a surge of power from her body, and Hermione's body began to emit a dazzling golden light. Her appearance was getting older quickly... No, it should be said that she was growing up. She seemed to be ten years older in an instant, but the next second she returned to her original appearance, as if everything before was an illusion.

"Click!"

The time turner on her chest broke.

"It's time--" Crouch shouted, a huge sense of crisis surged in his heart. He absolutely believed in his feelings, "Master, save--"

But Voldemort also moved away in advance. He stood on a high hill and saw a black lightning pierce through Crouch's head--he was dead.

"Felix Hep!" He looked around in horror, "Where?"

He saw Felix. Rather than a real person, it was more like a ghost, a ghost of revenge. Felix's whole body was covered with dense and strange patterns, and his body was glowing strangely, looking colorful.

"Teach, teach, teach, professor?" Ron was dumbfounded. The professor's face seemed to be completely demonized. Suddenly, he looked more creepy than Voldemort next to him.

"It's me." Felix grinned, his teeth were also made of runes, and Ron even recognized one or two of them.

"Put your hand on my arm." Felix said. As he spoke, a large number of light spots came from all directions and filled his body. Harry, Ron and Hermione did the same at the same time, and then Felix stretched out his other hand, and a wand fell into his hand.

He looked around, and the Death Eaters avoided his eyes. Only Voldemort looked down at him with an unfathomable expression. Felix smiled, scared silly?

He directly cast Apparition and disappeared from the cemetery.

The next second, Felix, Harry, Ron and Hermione appeared in a temporary tent outside the maze castle.

"Professor, you really did it! Resurrected from the dead - Oh my God!" Hermione shouted in surprise, and Harry and Ron were also full of joy.

Felix smiled at them and suddenly fell down weakly.

"Professor -"

"Professor Hep!"

"Professor -"

Harry, Ron and Hermione shouted at the same time. At this moment, the inside and outside of the maze castle were in chaos.