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

There was a premonition that came so strongly and so quickly that everyone present was at a loss and had no idea why.

An inexplicable tense atmosphere began to spread, as if an invisible force was quietly enveloping everyone.

Everyone has a vague feeling in their hearts that what is about to unfold before their eyes may completely shatter the concepts and cognitions they have long believed in.

That kind of unknown fear follows you everywhere, making you terrified.

On the water curtain, the man stood quietly just a few steps away from Draco and Harry, but he always kept a certain distance and did not move forward.

His figure seemed a little blurry in the dim light, giving people a gloomy feeling.

A low, hoarse and creepy voice slowly came out from the man's arms: "Harry Potter..." The voice was like the whisper of an evil spirit from the depths of hell, full of endless gloom and horror.

People's eyes were drawn to the tightly covered swaddling clothes.

As the swaddling clothes shook slightly a few times, the black and gray cloth that originally wrapped it gradually slipped off.

In an instant, an extremely terrifying face appeared on the water curtain without warning.

The face looked as pale as paper and extremely thin, as if it had not been exposed to the sun for a long time; the two eyes, deeply sunken in the eye sockets, emitted a cold light, and there was a circle of purple-black marks around the eyes, which looked like both a shocking bruise and a thick dark circle that could not be dissolved.

Looking at the nose again, it had become extremely flat, as if it had suffered a heavy blow, and its original shape was almost unrecognizable, with only two narrow gaps left there.

Such a horrifying sight was too much to bear looking at. They could hear their warrior Harry Potter gasping in shock.

When other people witnessed this scene, they were also unable to suppress their fear and began to gasp.

The creature in the cradle seemed to sense their fear and let out a wild laugh. The laughter was like a sharp scraping sound, piercing their eardrums through the water curtain.

"Voldemort..." Dumbledore narrowed his eyes slightly, with a complex and indistinguishable light flashing in the depths of his eyes, and slowly and heavily uttered the terrifying name.

Although his voice was as light as a breeze across the lake, it was like a bolt from the blue in this unusually quiet place. It exploded with a loud bang, instantly causing huge waves and splashing countless water.

"Fu...! That man! How is it possible! Didn't he die long ago?!" Someone exclaimed in disbelief, his voice becoming sharp and piercing due to extreme shock.

"He's back! What should we do?!" The other person's tone was full of panic and helplessness, as if the end of the world had come.

In an instant, fear spread rapidly like a plague, tightly entangling the hearts of everyone present.

People looked at each other, their faces pale as paper, and their hands and feet trembled involuntarily.

Those Muggle parents who did not have the sharp hearing and insight of wizards were initially completely unaware of what was happening. They just looked at the panicked crowd around them with confusion, wondering what was going on.

They didn't understand the fear in the wizards' hearts. Even after so many years, the name Voldemort was still a taboo, which made them afraid from the bottom of their hearts.

As the discussions about "that person" became louder and louder, ordinary people finally began to understand and realize the seriousness of the matter.

Especially when they caught the terrible name "Voldemort" from the words of others, all the horror legends they had heard from their children suddenly flooded into their minds, and their already uneasy hearts were even more gripped, and deep worry appeared on their faces.

Those two kids, will they be okay?

In that huge water curtain, the creature that could barely be called a "human" was curled up in its cradle.

Suddenly, a hand as dry as rotten wood slowly stretched out. The skin on the hand was tightly attached to the bones and was completely bloodless. On the fingertips grew long, extremely sharp nails, flashing a chilling cold light.

The finger trembled slightly.

Immediately afterwards, Harry, who was originally standing not far away, seemed to have lost control of his body, or to be more precise, he didn't even have time to react, and his whole body involuntarily floated towards Voldemort.

At the same time, Harry felt an extremely powerful and irresistible force pulling his body, causing him to slide towards Voldemort at an extremely fast speed.

Draco, who was standing by, saw this and without hesitation stretched out his hands to try to grab Harry and pull him back to safety.

However, when his hand just touched Harry, an invisible and intangible force suddenly hit him, like a sledgehammer hitting him hard.

Draco was knocked away in an instant and fell heavily on the hard ground with a dull sound.

"Draco!" Although he knew very well that this was all just a carefully planned show, the anger in Harry's heart still burst out in an instant when he saw Draco fall to the ground.

He widened his eyes, clenched his teeth, and waved the wand in his hand angrily.

As his arms danced, dazzling silver rays of light shot out from the tip of the wand one after another, heading straight towards Voldemort.

Unfortunately, when these seemingly powerful rays were about to approach Voldemort, they seemed to encounter an invisible mouth. In the blink of an eye, they were all swallowed up and disappeared without a trace, as if they had never appeared.

But even so, Harry still maintained a bit of rationality and restraint when he took action.

After all, the show still needed to go on. Therefore, the attack spell he cast was just a symbolic gesture, not really using his full strength.

Harry was now approaching Voldemort step by step. With every step forward, the disgusting stench became stronger, like a thick miasma enveloping him.

The stench penetrated Harry's nostrils, making him almost vomit.

Seriously! Didn't anyone give Voldemort a bath?!

Harry seemed to be struggling desperately with all his strength, trying to break free from the mysterious force that was tightly binding his body.

But no matter how hard he tried, he was like being stuck in a quagmire. All his resistance was in vain and everything was in vain.

Voldemort's deep-set eyes were like two bottomless black holes, staring at Harry intently.

A hideous and strange smile appeared on his pale and distorted face, as if he was a demon crawling out from the depths of hell.

At the same time, a strange gurgling sound came from Voldemort's throat. The sound sounded like a low roar and a contemptuous laugh, which was creepy.

As the distance got closer, Voldemort's face gradually became larger above the water curtain, and his horror was infinitely magnified.

Those who were a little less courageous were so frightened after just one look that their faces turned pale, they trembled, and almost fainted on the spot.

Voldemort slowly swept his cold gaze over Harry's body, and finally fixed his sight on the badge on Harry's chest.

The badge flickered slightly, emitting a faint trace of magical fluctuations.

I guess this is the water curtain that Bella mentioned?

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth rose again, and he pulled out a smile full of strong malice, that smile was as sinister and terrifying as a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

"I'm back, everyone..." Voldemort's voice seemed to come from the underworld, coming from afar through the water curtain.

Although he could not see the scene on the other side of the water curtain with his own eyes, he could fully imagine how panicked and terrified the people on the other side would be at this moment.

Just imagining this made him feel extremely happy.

On the other side of the water curtain, deep fear appeared on everyone's faces, just as Voldemort had expected.

Just as panic was about to spread, a gentle but firm voice rang out: "Don't worry, ladies and gentlemen."

The person who spoke was Headmaster Dumbledore. He stood calmly in front of the crowd, looking at everyone with his wise and powerful blue eyes.

Although she has such a young face, she makes people feel at ease.

Infected by Dumbledore's calm demeanor, the originally restless people gradually calmed down, but the fear in their hearts was still difficult to completely eliminate.

On the other side, Voldemort murmured to himself, "Perhaps you haven't heard of my name for a long time, and have forgotten me in the long river of time. But I believe that our great and righteous Headmaster Dumbledore will never forget me."

As he said this, the corners of Voldemort's mouth rose slightly, revealing a chilling smile.

Although Voldemort was afraid of Harry in his heart, he did not take any action against him at this moment.

After all, he now possesses an extraordinarily powerful ability. In his eyes, a mere Harry Potter is no longer worth spending too much energy and effort to deal with.

He decided to officially announce his return in front of everyone!

"I know, you all probably think I'm dead, right? That's right, because of this..."

Voldemort stretched out a finger and tapped the shimmering water curtain in front of him, but everyone present knew exactly what he was pointing at - it was the boy they regarded as their savior, Harry Potter.

"Defeated by this so-called savior whom you worship and respect as a god." On Voldemort's paper-white face, apart from full of malice, there was no other expression, as if all humanity and warmth had long left him.

"However, it is really a pity that I miraculously returned to the world from the gloomy and horrible hell." Having said this, Voldemort suddenly let out a creepy laugh.

"This time, I sincerely invite you all to witness a great show and see with your own eyes how I defeat the irreplaceable savior in your hearts in one fell swoop. Hahahaha, ahhhhhh!"

His laughter was like the cry of a night owl, sharp and hoarse, so piercing that it was frightening.

Harry, who was very close to her, suppressed his disgust and rolled his eyes unconsciously.

Oh my God, at such a close distance, he could even clearly see Voldemort's dry and skinny throat trembling violently, as if a dying poisonous snake was spitting out its tongue, ready to bite anyone at any time.

You must endure... You must endure...

Harry kept reminding himself in his heart that he must not act impulsively at this moment, otherwise all the preparations he had made would be in vain...

Ugh! He smells so bad! He didn't brush his teeth!

"Voldemort! What on earth do you want to do!" Harry shouted angrily, and he felt that his acting skills seemed to have reached perfection.

Even such idiotic lines are filled with extremely real emotions when spoken from his mouth.

Harry really couldn't understand why in the novels that Draco was obsessed with, whenever the protagonist was caught by the villain, he would always ask such a stupid question.

Don't they know what the villain is going to do next? It's either to torture you and then kill you, or just kill you!

In order to better improve his acting skills and be able to cope with various complex scenes, Harry gritted his teeth and read several similar novels.

What made him feel very helpless was that the villains and protagonists in these novels seemed to have endless nonsense to say before killing people.

Harry grumbled inwardly.

Couldn't he just get rid of the person quickly and then slowly start his long speech? Why did he have to keep whining before he even started?

But then again, the Voldemort before her was just as Aunt Cissy had expected, insidious and cunning, but also quite stupid.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this stupidity that his failure was already doomed.

At the moment when everyone's attention was drawn to other things, Draco turned his head quickly and slightly, the movement was so small that it was almost imperceptible.

Only he himself knew what kind of feelings were hidden behind this subtle movement - he was so afraid that others would notice the uncontrollable rise of the corners of his mouth that he was trying desperately to suppress.

Oh my god! What Harry just said was hilarious!

He tried hard to purse his lips, trying to use the strength of his facial muscles to fight the spread of the smile, but with little success.

He didn't dare to imagine how Hermione and the others would laugh!