Just as Harry and Cedric's hands grasped the triwizard cup, a powerful force tugged at their navels.
The world spun madly before their eyes, colors and sounds stretched into blurry lines.
The ground beneath their feet vanished, replaced by an irresistible sensation of being dragged at high speed.
"Bang!"
The two fell heavily onto damp earth.
Harry struggled to lift his head, a painful ache in his leg.
He looked around; this was definitely not Hogwarts' Quidditch Pitch.
It was a gloomy graveyard.
Dilapidated tombstones surrounded them, shrouded in a thick night fog.
The outline of a small chapel loomed in the distance, next to a massive yew tree.
The triwizard cup lay at their feet, its blue glow extinguished, now just an ordinary cup.
"Where is this?" Cedric asked, supporting Harry's arm, standing up in alarm and gripping his magic wand.
Harry's heart pounded.
He recognized this place.
He had been here countless times in his nightmares.
"Run!" Harry's voice trembled with fear. "We have to go back, grab the trophy!"
But it was too late.
A short figure emerged from the shadow of the yew tree, wearing a hooded cloak, holding a...thing in his arms.
The thing resembled a curled-up infant, but its skin was scaly, hairless, with a flat face and a pair of red eyes gleaming wickedly in the dark.
"Kill the one who's in the way."
A high-pitched voice came from the
The short figure holding it raised his magic wand, pointing it at Cedric.
"Avada Kedavra!"
A blinding green light, like a venomous snake, shot towards Cedric.
Cedric had no time to react; he only saw the green light instantly fill his vision.
However, just as the green light was about to strike his chest, the rune Dumbledore had left inside his clothes lit up, erupting in a soft yet resilient white light.
The white light collided with the green light, without a deafening roar.
The Killing Curse's energy was absorbed by an invisible sponge, and most of its death power was neutralized.
But the residual impact was still immense, striking Cedric's chest like a heavy hammer.
He grunted, flying backward and crashing heavily to the ground, eyes wide open and unmoving.
Beneath the skin of his chest, the rune became dim, having expended all its power.
Harry witnessed all of this, his mind blank.
fear drenched him from head to toe like ice water.
"Cedric!" he shrieked.
The short figure—Wormtail—had escaped Azkaban again.
Ignoring Harry, he walked to a large stone cauldron and placed the ugly
Flames burned fiercely beneath the cauldron, and the liquid within boiled, emitting an eerie glow.
Harry tried to rush over, but an invisible force lifted him into the air and slammed him against a tall marble tombstone.
Ropes appeared out of thin air, binding him tightly to the tombstone.
He saw the name on the tombstone clearly: Tom Riddle.
"Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will resurrect your son."
Wormtail pried open the grave in front of the tombstone with his magic wand, took out a bone, and placed it in the cauldron.
"Flesh of the servant, willingly given, you will revive your master."
He drew a dagger, looked at his shining silver hand, and without hesitation, chopped off his own right hand.
The bloody hand fell into the cauldron, and Wormtail let out a painful whimper.
"Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken, you will rebirth your foe."
Wormtail, holding the dagger, staggered towards Harry.
He sliced Harry's arm with the dagger and dripped the blood into the swirling turbid liquid.
The liquid in the cauldron immediately turned a dazzling white.
Sparks flew, and white light shot into the sky.
A tall, gaunt figure slowly rose from the cauldron.
He was hairless, his skin as white as pearl.
His face was flat like a snake's, his nostrils were two thin slits, and in his scarlet eyes, the pupils were vertical slits.
Lord Voldemort was reborn.
He flexed his long fingers, examining his newly formed body, and let out a satisfied hiss.
His gaze swept over Cedric, lying motionless on the ground, then fell upon Harry, bound to the tombstone.
"My magic wand, Wormtail."
Wormtail handed over the magic wand. Lord Voldemort took it, then pointed it at Wormtail.
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