After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

"Hahaha..." A creepy laugh came out from Voldemort's twisted and hideous mouth. He slightly narrowed his eyes, which emitted a cold light, and pondered as if thinking.

"Hmm... How should I reward such a loyal servant like you... This is truly a question worth pondering..."

Voldemort asked casually, seemingly nonchalantly, "I heard you have a son, but he seems rather rebellious."

Hearing this, Cantankerus' body trembled violently, and his already lowered head pressed even deeper into the icy ground.

The slight chill seemed to have life, winding along his forehead, knees and palms, and mercilessly penetrating deep into his heart.

Cantankerus clenched his teeth tightly, trying hard to suppress the trembling of his body caused by fear.

Deep in my heart, a sentence kept echoing: I hate that child... I hate that child...

Finally, he mustered up the courage to raise his head, looking directly at Voldemort with an almost paranoid and unusually determined gaze, his voice hoarse but full of sincerity. "That's not my child!"

As he said this, his eyes were filled with a hatred so strong that even Voldemort would be satisfied.

As if controlled by some force, Cantankerus continued to ramble on. "That man is a complete disaster! Not only did he cause the death of my wife, but I painstakingly raised her and nurtured her with such care. Yet, in the end, he shows no gratitude at all. Instead, he dares to openly oppose you! My great master! His crime is unforgivable!"

At this moment, Cantankerus felt that his whole body had become light, as if he had lost weight.

As he listened to the strange and malicious words that kept pouring out of his mouth, he was secretly surprised that he could now face this extremely terrifying existence so calmly.

"Children always make mistakes from time to time, Cantankerus." Voldemort's cold voice sounded slowly.

He had just used Legilimency but still didn't notice anything unusual, which made a satisfied smile appear on his pale and distorted face.

As for those so-called memories, Voldemort thought to himself that it was impossible for him to completely disregard the lives of others just to test their loyalty.

After all, he thought he was quite considerate of his subordinates. Although this method of killing the chicken to scare the monkey was effective, he had to know when to stop it.

"But then again, this child does need some good teaching." Voldemort said lightly, as if this matter was insignificant to him.

Kantelos, who was kneeling beside him, nodded respectfully and replied, "Yes, Master." He once again obediently lowered his head, which had been held high.

However, hidden under the wide black robe, his clenched fists were tightly grasping something, so tightly that his fingertips turned slightly white.

Voldemort was very pleased with Cantankerus's loyalty.

This guy was even willing to abandon his own flesh and blood without hesitation in order to be loyal to him. Such decisiveness and ruthlessness really satisfied him.

Voldemort took a deep breath, fully feeling the dark magic surging in his body like a surging wave.

As the magic power surged, the corners of his mouth widened, and finally he let out a creepy laugh: "Ha...haha! Hahahahaha!"

Seeing success in sight and only one step away from obtaining the body he had always dreamed of, Voldemort was filled with joy that was simply beyond words.

The Death Eaters around all lay on the ground, not daring to make a sound.

On the day of the competition, the sky was clear blue and white clouds floated leisurely in the air. This unexpectedly good weather seemed to foreshadow the outcome.

The warm sunlight penetrated the layers of clouds, pouring down like golden beams of light, sprinkling on the magnificent Hogwarts Castle.

This ancient castle, which has gone through the vicissitudes of time, is now covered with a layer of shining golden veil, making it look even more mysterious and solemn.

The number of people coming to watch the game today is far greater than ever before. After all, this is the final, such an exciting moment, no one wants to miss the excitement.

Crowds poured in from all directions, surrounding the stadium completely.

People were either whispering excitedly or clenching their fists nervously, looking forward to witnessing the birth of the final champion.

Harry, Draco, and the other contestants stood side by side at the entrance to a maze woven from giant vines.

They all have bright eyes, which reveal immense determination and confidence.

The students watching around cheered and shouted.

There were crowds of people all around, and shouts and cheers could be heard from the bustling crowd from time to time, echoing throughout the entire stadium.

At the same time, a huge water curtain has already stood in the center of the venue. It is like a crystal clear mirror, reflecting everything around it.

Each contestant wears an exquisite teardrop-shaped badge on his chest. It is said that this is a magical alchemical item whose function is closely related to the water curtain in front of him.

The water curtain will change its position in real time as the warriors move. This immersive first-person perspective of the game process is a wonderful experience that makes everyone present feel novel.

Draco stood in the bustling crowd, looking around aimlessly.

He caught a glimpse of a familiar figure—Snape was standing quietly not far away.

Snape's deep and sharp eyes met Draco's for a moment, and he nodded slightly, as if giving silent encouragement.

Draco did not notice Lucius and Narcissa in the crowd.

However, he did not feel too much loss in his heart.

Because he knew that his parents must be in some secret corner at this moment, silently waiting for the final outcome.

At this moment, Riddle, who had been lying quietly on Snape's shoulder disguised as a doll, suddenly spoke: "It's over, right? Severus."

Although the sound was not loud, it was still clearly audible in the noisy environment.

Almost at the same moment, Riddle keenly sensed a not-so-obscure gaze passing over him like lightning.

He knew very well that the owner of that gaze was the famous Dumbledore.

Although Dumbledore only glanced at him briefly, Riddle felt an invisible pressure coming towards him.

Facing Riddle's question, Snape was silent for a moment, and then responded lightly: "...Yeah."

Compared with previous exchanges between the two, Snape's attitude at this time seemed a little cold, even indifferent.

Riddle naturally understood the reason. He knew that Snape still had doubts and concerns about him.

If not, why would he bring him along personally?

However, none of this mattered. For Riddle, this situation was a rare opportunity, a perfect chance to fully prove himself.

If handled properly, he might be able to completely change Snape's view of him.

Harry opened his eyes wide in a rare childish manner, his head turning like a rattle, and his eyes scanned the surroundings eagerly, as if he wanted to see through every corner.

Because Draco told him mysteriously last night that there would be a surprise waiting for him today.

However, no matter how hard he racked his brains to guess, he could not imagine what this so-called surprise would be.

This unknown feeling was like a small claw, gently scratching his heart, making his curiosity even stronger, almost uncontrollable.

Just then, there was a sudden burst of enthusiastic cheers from the stands, and Harry subconsciously looked up.

Sirius was waving his hands excitedly towards the field, a huge smile on his face.

His handsome face looked particularly dazzling under the sunlight, instantly attracting the attention of most people present.

What is even more striking is that the young man standing next to Sirius also possesses stunning beauty, which is in no way inferior to the former.

The two of them stood side by side, like two shining stars, exuding charming charm.

People are always full of yearning and pursuit for beautiful things, and the scene at this moment is the best proof.

The audience turned their eyes to the two handsome men, with admiration in their eyes.

However, there were a few people in the crowd who behaved differently.

Especially "Lupin", when he saw Sirius and the young man beside him, his originally calm face instantly became extremely stiff, and his pupils contracted sharply, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.

In an instant, he completely lost his usual composure and was completely stunned.

"How could it be...Regulus?!" Lupin exclaimed in his heart.

Although he did not know that Regulus had betrayed Voldemort, the dim name on the family tree reminded him all the time that Regulus had passed away many years ago.

But what about this living person in front of him? Was he hallucinating? Or was there some unknown secret hidden in it? Countless questions flooded into his mind like a tide, leaving Lupin confused.

Standing next to Sirius was Regulus, who had fully recovered and was back to normal.

At this moment, he was standing there quietly, keenly aware of the hidden gazes coming from all directions around him.

Facing these inquiring gazes, he still had a faint smile on his face, appearing calm and composed.

He nodded slightly and greeted the nobles around him in a calm and elegant manner.

From beginning to end, Regulus never cast his gaze towards the man called "Lupin", but in the moment when he lowered his eyes, his eyes revealed a hint of indescribable complex emotions.

Bella...

Not far behind Regulus and Sirius, there were two figures standing.

The two men were wearing loose wizard robes and huge hoods on their heads, covering their faces tightly, making it impossible to see their true appearance.

However, even though they were such inconspicuous people, when Harry's eyes fell on them, it was as if he had been struck by a bolt from the blue, and he stood there in a daze.

Harry's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief. His body even trembled involuntarily due to extreme shock. He squeezed out a few words from the depths of his throat with difficulty: "Dad...Mom...Mom..."

Harry even felt his vision blurry, as if time had frozen at this moment.

When the slightly taller figure noticed that he was looking at them, he instantly became a little excited, as if he had a thousand words to say.

But at this moment, another petite figure quickly took action and forcefully pressed down the hand that was trying to lift the hood.

The petite figure raised her head slightly, gently stretched out her hand, and waved it gently in Harry's direction.

A strand of red hair, as bright and dazzling as a blazing fire, slipped out quietly from the wide hood.

At this moment, Harry was in a trance, and his eyes involuntarily met the pair of equally green eyes flashing with smiles under the hood.

"Harry?" Draco asked, a hint of worry evident in his voice.

After hearing the call, Harry slowly turned his head and looked at Draco standing beside him.

He clenched his teeth and tried his best to suppress the tears that were about to well up in his eyes.

"Thank you, Draco." Harry's tone was unusually calm, but deep down his heart was filled with turbulent emotions.

He did not ask whether it was Draco who cast the magic to bring his parents back to life, nor did he ask whether this wonderful scene was the only one that happened.

For him, being able to see the familiar faces of his parents again, even if it is just a short reunion, is enough to make him feel extremely happy and satisfied.

Those figures that were once blurred in the depths of memory have finally become clear and within reach again...

"Harry, do you like it?" Draco's face was filled with a brilliant smile, which was as bright and charming as a flower blooming in spring.

His gray-blue eyes sparkled with anticipation, staring intently at Harry in front of him.

Harry was stunned for a moment, then a smile as warm as the sun bloomed on his face.

"Ah, this is really the most surprising and happy gift I have ever received!" His voice was full of joy and emotion, and his emerald green eyes were like a deep lake, so gentle that it seemed to drown a person completely in it.

But at the same time, because of Draco's indulgence, the magic power in Harry's body flowed through Draco's body without hindrance.

As the magic flowed, Harry's heart finally settled down and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, after a magical examination, there was nothing unusual about Draco's body.