This Hogwarts is not normal

Dumbledore's sudden arrival frightened Peter Pettigrew so much that he could only sit on the ground and tremble.

This is a fear that comes from the heart, the fear of the weak towards the strong.

"Waste!" a curse came from beside Tom Riddle's tombstone.

It was a baby wrapped in rags. He stretched out his pale and slender arms, pulled down the rags to reveal a wet head without eyes.

Dumbledore looked at his ugly appearance with interest. "Tom, you always bring me new surprises."

Voldemort's fragile body looked more like a twisted mass of flesh than a baby.

He had a flat, snake-faced head as big as an adult's, but his torso and limbs were as short and slender as a newborn baby's.

"Dumbledore..." Voldemort slowly opened his blood-red eyes, "You seem to have misunderstood something."

He twisted his big head that seemed like it was about to fall off at any moment, "Do you think you have control over everything here?"

Dumbledore looked back and saw that Peter Pettigrew, who should have collapsed on the ground, was gone.

“Hahahahaha—” Voldemort laughed, and his big head tilted to the left with a “click”.

His body was too fragile. He looked limp and completely unable to take care of himself. It seemed that his neck could be broken with just a slight twist.

He can be killed easily now, but his soul cannot be destroyed.

Dumbledore turned to look at Harry who was tied to the tombstone. "Don't be afraid. I will help you untie the rope."

The Elder Wand waved gently, and the ropes tied to Harry broke into pieces.

Just as Dumbledore reached out to pull him up, Peter Pettigrew, who had turned into a rat and escaped, came back.

Also coming back was Draco, who had been knocked unconscious by the Stunning Spell.

Voldemort laughed once more, "Luck seems to be on my side."

Although Dumbledore had absolute confidence that he could knock down Peter Pettigrew before the dagger cut Draco's neck, his opponent was Voldemort, and he had no way of guaranteeing that things would develop in the direction he expected.

Suddenly, a black and white vortex appeared from behind Voldemort.

After the piercing sound, two figures emerged.

It was Karkaroff. He actually brought old Batty hostage.

Voldemort turned his shaky head to look at the two of them, his blood-red eyes flashing.

“Hehehehe——” An even more eerie and terrifying laughter sounded.

"Well done, my most loyal servant!"

Dumbledore looked surprised.

The most loyal servant in Trelawney's prophecy turned out to be Karkaroff.

"The Dark Lord's most loyal servant will be aided by another servant to break free from the chains that bind him.

With the help of these two servants, the Dark Lord will return, more powerful and more terrible than before."

If it was really Karkaroff, then his acting was really good when he ran away in a hurry just now.

He once betrayed Voldemort, but he was also his most loyal servant...

Dumbledore didn't have time to think, he quickly raised his hand to protect Harry behind him.

There is Karkaroff in front and Peter Pettigrew behind, and both of them have hostages in their hands.

Voldemort's laughter became more twisted and crazy. He raised his short and slender arms and shouted, "Wormtail, now!"

Peter Pettigrew was obviously stunned for a moment, then he reacted quickly, pulled out his wand and pointed it at the distance, and a stone cauldron large enough to accommodate an adult was dragged over.

The water in the crucible was so strange and eerie that it made people shudder.

Peter Pettigrew dropped Draco, ran to the cauldron, squatted down and lit the flame.

The water, filled with an ominous aura, quickly boiled over, and the entire surface seemed to be on fire, constantly emitting enchanting sparks.

Dumbledore's face darkened. "Tom, is this how you regain your strength?"

Voldemort's blood-red eyes became brighter. He stared at Harry behind him. "It's just a simple ritual. I hope you can cooperate with me."

Old Barty groaned, the wand in Karkaroff's hand almost piercing his throat.

"Ah..." Harry screamed, covering the scar on his forehead in pain.

Voldemort's strong emotional fluctuations affected Harry, one of his Horcruxes, which inevitably made Dumbledore start to worry.

Peter Pettigrew has come over to hug Voldemort. Is the only option now to watch Voldemort regain his strength?

Dumbledore moved his fingers slightly, and old Barty's heart-wrenching scream suddenly rang out.

Karkaroff expressionlessly used the wand in his hand to pierce old Barty's throat, and the hot blood flowed down his neck.

"Hmm?" Dumbledore keenly noticed that something seemed to be wrong with Karkaroff's condition.

His eyes were lifeless and he looked dazed, as if he was under the control of the Imperius Curse.

Peter Pettigrew had already brought Voldemort to the stone cauldron, the water inside of which was sparkling and shining as brightly as diamonds.

Voldemort was put into the crucible, accompanied by a continuous "hissing" sound, and the sparks on the water surface burned more vigorously as if they had received fuel.

Peter Pettigrew raised his wand, closed his eyes and trembled as he spoke to the night sky: "Father's bones, donated unintentionally, can give your son a new life!"

Tom Riddle's tomb cracked open, and a small wisp of white dust was summoned into the air, floating lightly into the crucible.

The diamond-like surface of the water crackled, and the water, burning with the sizzling flames, turned into a bright blue.

Peter Pettigrew whimpered. He took out the dagger that had been against Draco's neck, and his voice was intermittent, as if he was sobbing: "The servant's flesh... is donated... voluntarily, so that... your master... can be reborn."

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He stretched out his right hand which was missing a finger, and swung down with his left hand tightly grasping the dagger.

Harry, who was in much better condition, quickly closed his eyes.

Even if you cover your ears tightly, you can't block out the screams that pierce the night sky.

Just as Dumbledore was about to put his hand on his shoulder to comfort him, old Barty screamed hoarsely again.

Karkaroff's wand pierced deeper. If this continued, old Barty would either be stabbed to death or die from excessive blood loss.

Peter Pettigrew's severed right palm turned the water in the crucible into a fiery red. If there hadn't been a blazing flame on the water, the water would have been blood red.

Dumbledore's expression was extremely solemn.

After a brief gasp and groan, Peter Pettigrew came over tremblingly, "The blood of your enemy... your enemy's blood... is forced to be donated... and can revive your enemy... "

Dumbledore looked at the dagger clenched in his left hand and realized that the enemy he was talking about was Harry.

But whether it was Rookwood disguised as Bagman or Karkaroff who was suspected of being under the Imperius Curse, they both had countless opportunities to get Harry's blood.

Not to mention the recent ones, Harry had his arm cut by the mermaids' spears during the second task. Although collecting blood would be troublesome, Voldemort could obviously restore his strength at any time if he wanted.

Why? Why go to all the trouble of bringing Harry here?

Because rituals require an audience?

wrong!

No one can guarantee that Harry will get the Triwizard Cup. Voldemort's goal is not Harry's blood at all!

Dumbledore turned around abruptly.

A flash of cold light flashed quickly, and the white robe was dyed red bit by bit.

Old Batty, whose throat was still dripping with blood, pulled out a dagger and grinned, "Ah, you finally found it."

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