"Hmm...... Where are we? Harry, who had fallen heavily to the ground, took a moment to get up and ask his friend.

"I don't know...... Is this a cemetery? Hermione shook her head and looked around, only to see that they had completely left the Hogwarts territory and entered an unidentified necropolis. There is a large yew tree and a chapel in the cemetery, and to the left of the cemetery there is a hill with the general outline of a large bungalow.

Harry looked down at the little banner that had brought them here, and wondered, "Hermione, did anyone say this is a portkey?" Is this part of the trial too? ”

"No, never said that," Hermione shook her head and frowned, "Harry, this is unusual, Professor Leeds wouldn't do anything like that because he's always made the game and the rules of calculating points public...... And this kind of place doesn't feel like a professor's style. ”

If they were teleported to a beautiful garden, a splendid palace, a treasure mountain of gold gallons and precious stones, they would never suspect anything, they would only think that Leeds wanted to surprise the passers, and that was Leeds' style.

"Harry, we'd better get out of here quickly." Hermione didn't intend to explore this place in a daze, and with some bad premonitions, she immediately took Harry's left hand and bent down to pick up the small flag on the ground, intending to teleport back to the end of the maze.

I have to say that the kobold military division made the best choice, but it's a pity,

"—the portkey beckoned!" The doorkey that was close at hand was taken away with a spell.

"What?!" The two exclaimed.

In the gloomy, dead silence of the cemetery, a small black figure emerged from the middle of the graves, and from the way the black shadow walked and his clenched arms, it was clear that the black shadow was holding something.

"Harry, hurry up and find cover!" Hermione exclaimed, she knew exactly what the most important thing to do now was not to say hello to the enemy face-to-face!

"Oh...... Oh! Harry was half a beat slower, and was about to turn around and run behind the marble tombstone, when the scar on his head suddenly cracked open without a sound.

Harry had never felt so much pain in his life, and the pain was so painful that he had to cover his scar with his hand, which caused his wand to fall to the ground. He fell to his knees with his legs bent, and he couldn't see anything, only a splitting headache.

“…… Don't hurt him, use the stun charm. A high, cold voice came.

"Yes, my master...... Faint! "This is the voice of the man who used the summoning spell before.

Harry felt like he was being pushed away by something, and he was stuck on the ground...... It was more than ten seconds later, just as his brain was beginning to feel the sharp pain, that he opened his eyes, only to see that his friend Hermione had fallen in his place.

"Hermione!" Harry exclaimed, knowing that his friend had just given his life to save him, and now he only wanted to pick up his wand and fight the enemy to the death, but the pain in his head made it impossible for him to even pick up the wand on the ground.

“…… Leave this filthy mudblood alone and get down to business. There was a hint of urgency in Gao Leng's voice.

"But, damn it......" Harry was roughly pulled to his feet by the short man, so he could see the other man's face up close, "it's you?!" Peter Pettigrew! ”

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"Father's bones, give selflessly, give your son a chance to be born again!"

"O servant muscles, give it willingly, give your master a chance to be resurrected!"

"O blood of the enemy, conquest by force, give your opponent a chance for revenge!"

Since the servant is Peter Pettigrew, the master can only be Voldemort.

Hermione lost consciousness, Harry lost his mobility due to headaches, and their resurrection plan couldn't have gone any further - tying Harry to a tombstone, stuffing Harry's mouth with something, moving the steamer that had completed the ritual over, throwing Voldemort in his infant state into the potion soup, throwing Voldemort's father's ashes into the potion potion, Peter Pettigrew cutting off his own arm and throwing it into the potion potion, scratching Harry's arm to get blood and throwing it into the potion potion material, the evil potion materials and evil black magic brought Voldemort back to life!

Voldemort, who was resurrected in this way, finally lived up to his name, with a tall, thin body, a face paler than a skull, large black-red eyes, a nose as flat as a snake's nose, and many cracks in his nostrils.

"Finally got a physical body~" But it is clear that Voldemort, who has been a wandering spirit for more than ten years, does not mind the unexpected change in appearance, and is raising his hand and stretching his fingers with a preoccupied and happy expression, feeling the feeling of having a physical body.

After enjoying the joy of playing Rebirth, the Dark Lord did not pay any attention to Peter Pettigrew, who was lying on the ground convulsing and bleeding, but looked at his enemy Harry with his crimson eyes, and let out a high-pitched and cold, unsmiling laugh, "Harry Potter~!" We finally met again. ”

"Woo!" The little brother of the savior, who was tied to the tombstone, had not yet been cut out of his mouth, and there was no way to form a dialogue.

"Speaking of which, no one but me knows what happened that night...... Including you, the savior who 'has the power to defeat me'~" Voldemort laughed loudly.

"I confess that I was careless that night, and when I was about to kill you, I didn't notice that your mother was using her own life to perform an ancient protective magic that I had heard of and had foolishly ignored," Voldemort said with no annoyance, but he could guess what he felt in his heart, "The magic bounced back my Avada Curse, and my body was torn apart, but I'm still alive because of some of my previous attempts." ”

“！！！” Harry burst into tears when he learned of the past, glaring at Voldemort even though his head was about to burst.

"But I can't help myself...... Because I don't have a body, and any spell that might help me needs a wand. Voldemort's hands, with their unnatural fingers, slipped into a deep pocket and pulled out his wand.

"I can only hide in the remote forests of the country, and occupy the bodies of animals as a shelter, because I know that the Aurors are still hunting me everywhere...... Eventually, however, I ran into the 'man' you know, and he brought me to Hogwarts. Voldemort waved his wand and wrote the glowing words 'Quirrell' in the air.

"It's because of you again, Harry, my plan failed, and I couldn't steal the Philosopher's Stone, so I had to hide back in the forest...... I was on the verge of despair, but Heaven favored me, and just a year ago, a true servant finally found me, and with my careful planning, I finally waited for this scene. Voldemort raised his wand and pointed it at Peter Pettigrew.

"Thank you, thank you, master." Peter Pettigrew quickly got up and approached Voldemort.

"Well, the story is over. Now, here I am going to kill you to wash away the stain on me. Voldemort placed his wand on Peter Pettigrew's severed arm, creating a glove-like glove-like silver hand.

"Master, it's so beautiful...... Thank you...... Thank you......" Peter Pettigrew, who was grateful, suddenly threw himself into Voldemort's arms.

“！？” Voldemort frowned.

He is the master, Peter Pettigrew is just a slave, and the slave dares to touch his noble body?! Even if it is out of gratitude, it will not be forgiven!

However...... Voldemort soon realized that he was wrong for Peter Pettigrew......

A purple greatsword, more evil than the aura of any magic item Voldemort knew, pierced Peter Pettigrew through the back of his head and through his chest and abdomen, piercing both of them together!

"-The Fa Ye is the Fa Ye, and if you encounter a stealth assassin, you will be deflated." Liz lifted her cloak of invisibility and gave a V-shaped to the speechless Harry.