Cedric pushed Zhang Qiu away with one hand, holding his wand with the other hand, staring at the stranger who had intruded on their trial.

He had never seen this person before. Perhaps he was Durmstrand's treasure?

Such a thought flashed through his mind, but Cedric did not let down his guard, because he saw Fleur's sister unconscious, being held in the hand of the tall man in front of him, as if holding a doll...

"Let her go!" Cedric shouted sternly, taking a step forward.

This made Harry's eyelids twitch!

"Come back, Cedric!" Harry shouted, as if death were looming in his heart.

He felt as if he had seen this scene somewhere before. It was the same Diggory, but instead of being in the Department of Mysteries, it was more like being in a cemetery. Then, he saw the long-dead Peter Pettigrew walk out indifferently and cast a spell on Cedric neatly -

And then the poor big boy died.

Such an illusion flashed by, and Harry didn't know whether he was hallucinating or seeing things that happened at another time, but in his sight, the shadow of the dead Cedric was overlapping with the current Cedric, and Voldemort's fingers were shaking slightly, and a wand fell from his sleeve and fell into his hand -

Harry wanted to do something, but found that he couldn't even move his body. He could only stare at Voldemort, his two emerald green eyes were encircled by a blood-red spider web - the shadow of death almost covered Cedric's entire body!

Suddenly, Harry shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Voldemort!"

This voice immediately made several people present shudder. Cedric, who had been on the verge of a fight just now, turned back in fear and met Harry's ghostly gaze.

"Harry, what are you talking about?"

But Harry ignored Cedric and stared at Voldemort with angry eyes: "I'm here, Voldemort!"

"I can see it, Harry Potter." Voldemort said coldly, and his scarlet gaze withdrew from Cedric - which made Harry breathe a sigh of relief - and then all the stinging gaze fell on Harry alone.

Voldemort arrogantly threw the Bugali in his hand aside, as if he were throwing away a dead fish.

Then he stretched out his hands - these hands were no longer gray, but looked no different from those of ordinary people, only a little more beautiful at most - and lifted the hood of his robe, revealing that handsome but weird face.

Now everyone can see clearly.

Except for Harry, no one present had ever seen what Voldemort looked like, but many similarities between Cyrus and Cyrus could be seen on his face, which made people feel that Cyrus and Voldemort were like two brothers.

"Is he really Voldemort... You-Know-Who?" Cedric still couldn't say the name. At this moment, he felt like he had fallen into the icy North Pole. Every pore in his body was trembling with fear! He watched Voldemort walk over from the front, ignoring them as if they were just air, and walked in front of Harry.

Everyone present seemed to have forgotten how to breathe and how to move.

Even Cassandra's limbs were stiff at this moment.

She was not afraid, but Voldemort had released a powerful magical force at this moment. The rioting magic made her unable to move. It was not that she could not move at all, but Cassandra clearly understood that there was only one result for any rash action - death! "Ah, you know what, Potter? I actually don't want to see you at all!" Voldemort stretched out his hand and pinched Harry's face. His fingers were as cold as iron.

"Where's Cyrus?"

Harry was held by Voldemort, his cheeks deformed. He gritted his teeth, looked directly into Voldemort's eyes stubbornly, and shouted angrily: "You think I will tell you!"

Hearing this, Voldemort chuckled, as if mocking Harry's stupidity and ignorance: "Hasn't anyone told you that if you want to hide a secret, it's best not to look into other people's eyes?"

As Voldemort spoke, he tilted his head like a snake: "Your mind is as empty as a broken house without even a door. Any wizard who knows some Legilimency can enter at will - let me take a look -"

When Voldemort said this, Harry tried desperately to close his eyes, but he was a little too late.

"Ha, Cyrus, Dumbledore and that loser are fighting up there. I don't want him to die so soon, I still have a lot of questions I want him to answer for me!"

He looked at Harry, who had his eyes closed, and made another contemptuous sound in his throat.

He wasn't laughing at Harry, he was laughing at himself.

He was already in the fourth grade, but he didn't even know the brain-occlusion technique. Voldemort felt so ridiculous when he thought about how he once regarded such a person as his destined enemy.

Maybe the split soul has made him stupid.

Harry Potter - a wizard with decent talent, but only decent. He is not as talented as Snape, and is also far behind Barty the Younger, not to mention himself.

More importantly, Voldemort didn't feel that Harry had any ambition at all.

A man from the Muggle world has the opportunity to master so much magic, with unparalleled power at his fingertips, but he is not motivated and lazy, he is simply a waste! "You know what, Harry? I think you will become a great Auror, like Alastor Moody." Voldemort said kindly, but soon, he showed his tough and cold side. He twisted Harry's head hard and forced Harry to face him sideways.

The hair on Harry's forehead spread out to the sides, revealing a lightning-like mark.

"But you'll never be as good as me!"

Voldemort stretched out his finger and brushed the lightning-like scar with his fingertips. Harry immediately felt as if magma was flowing through his head. The severe pain made him scream heartbreakingly! "Ah!"

Voldemort ignored this and said: "Your fame, your achievements, your present are not from yourself!"

"Your mother saved your life, Dumbledore saved your life, Cyrus also saved your life... but in the final analysis, it was me who made you what you are!"

Harry felt as if Voldemort had dug his nails into his scar, and for a moment he thought that Voldemort was going to pry his head open and remove something from it.

That thing must be very important to Voldemort! "Of course it is important!" Voldemort didn't need to look into Harry's eyes to know clearly what Harry was thinking.

"I suppose Dumbledore never told you that," Voldemort said, as if he was about to reveal some surprising secret.

"He won't tell you what keeps my magic going, and keeps me alive even without my body. Cyrus certainly hasn't told you how he came back to life and turned against me. And neither of them will tell you why you're so special sometimes, why I need your blood to come back to life, why Quirrell couldn't even touch you when you were in your first year..."

Harry's breathing became heavier, and he realized that he'd better not believe anything Voldemort said next. It's better to cover his ears and not listen to a single word!

But he couldn't control himself, Voldemort's voice seemed magical.

He whispered softly in Harry's ear: "You are one of my Horcruxes!"

As he spoke, he pierced Harry's scar, and blood flowed out from the lightning: "My soul is in this wound of yours!"

These words surprised everyone. Ginny and Hermione looked at Harry worriedly, and Harry finally responded. He yelled: "You are lying!"

"Lying?" Voldemort sneered. "Before this, I made some wrong decisions, which led to this result. You don't believe it, but if it weren't for my magic, how could you understand the language of snakes?"

Voldemort's words broke Harry's inner defenses.

He recalled that in his second year, he showed his talent in snake language in the dueling club and was mistaken for the heir of Slytherin. Now, Voldemort told him that he did not inherit the power of Slytherin at all, but the power of Voldemort! What a ridiculous and disgusting thing it was!

But Voldemort did not realize this. He put on a sympathetic attitude: “Look at our poor Harry Potter. He lost his parents when he was young and no one loved him. When he came to Hogwarts, he thought that dear Dumbledore had some special care for him, and that he had gained the friendship of Cyrus…”

Voldemort's voice was like a knife piercing Harry's heart, "But what is it, actually?"

"This is just an illusion..."

"That's a lie, Harry!" said Voldemort kindly.

"The most ruthless person in the world is Dumbledore. I know this very well. He made me who I am!" Voldemort put one hand on his chest and said emotionally, "Wait until all the Horcruxes are destroyed, and then kill you. Then I will no longer be immortal! "He let you live just to let you die one day!"

Is this true? Harry couldn't help but feel sad.

Is the truth really what Voldemort said?

"This is indeed a great cause, Harry, what do you think? As for Cyrus - you don't really think he regards you as a friend? I have to remind you that he is my Horcrux, transformed from my soul. He keeps you just to wait for digestion and then devour your soul."

"Of course, I will finish this first, just like I have done all the time." He toyed with Harry wantonly, as if he was a doll without soul and sovereignty. "Don't worry, it will hurt a little, but it will be fine soon, because you will - die!"

When Voldemort said the word "death", his tone was so gentle, as if it was not a sad thing, but a mercy.

And this word, like some kind of magical spell, suddenly freed the bodies of the others from the bondage of fear.

Hermione still felt numbness in her limbs. At this moment, Fleur rushed to her unconscious sister. Cassandra pressed the ancient magic on her wrist and threw out a bolt of lightning! "Thunderbolt!"

The lightning shot out towards Voldemort's head like a flying arrow! However, Voldemort did not even turn his head, but grabbed the lightning with his backhand, and as his five fingers clenched, the lightning dispersed! "Boom!!"

With him as the center, a huge magical power spread out, blowing away everyone present. Cassandra fell headfirst into the clock that was like a mountain and sea, and was completely buried.

Then, Voldemort grabbed Harry's hand and lifted him up. Harry then noticed that the wand in Voldemort's hand looked exactly like Dumbledore's wand.

Now he was poking Harry's wound with this wand.

"Don't worry, you won't be too lonely, because there are many people who will travel with you. You can wait at the white King's Cross platform, and those you love will come one after another, of course, excluding Cyrus, because his soul belongs to me!"

"You can't win!" Harry still yelled stubbornly, "You are just a defeated opponent of his! If he can kill you once, he can kill you a second time and a third time!"

This time, Voldemort was not enraged. He just shook his head: "Things are different now, Harry. I have become stronger, and Cyrus, I think he is now too old to even hold a wand."

"Okay, let's stop here." Voldemort was tired of talking. His wand seemed to have penetrated half of Harry's head. Logically, it should have pierced Harry's head!

But in fact, it wasn't. The lightning-like crack was opened, and a dazzling light flashed inside! "Ah——"

Harry screamed in pain, he felt like he was being torn apart piece by piece!

"Harry!" Cedric climbed out of the messy clock with a bleeding head. His calling voice attracted Harry's attention, and Harry couldn't help but look over with a slit in the corner of his eyes.

Harry opened his mouth with difficulty. No sound came out, but Cedric could tell what Harry was saying.

He’s saying, “Run!”

Take the others and run away, tell the Aurors, the judges and the professors what happened here...

This is what he should have done, but Cedric knew that he couldn't take so many people with him. He also knew that even if he called those Aurors, it would be useless because the people who could really stop Voldemort were already in the Ministry of Magic.

What he needed was to buy some time for Harry! Even if it meant risking his life!

"Voldemort!" Cedric shouted in despair!

This was the first time he said this terrifying name, but surprisingly, he didn't feel any fear in his chest.

Perhaps he had become numb, or perhaps more courage was urging him to stand firmly in front of Voldemort!

So he raised his wand high, his arms shaking as if they were carrying a thousand-pound weight, but he still aimed it at Voldemort's head:

"Let go of Harry!"

"Look, there's a brave boy." Voldemort sneered and turned his head and said, "Look, Harry, someone else is going to sacrifice for you. You are such an unfortunate person. You killed your parents and friends..."

"Run...Cedric, run!" Harry shed tears in despair.

But Cedric's feet seemed to be rooted to the ground.

"What a touching bond... Avada Kedavra!"

In an instant, the fire lit up!

(End of this chapter)