Became good friends with the Boy Who Lived

Chapter 127 Bones, Flesh, and Blood

After saying goodbye to the Sphinx, Eris walked a short distance and when he turned around, the Sphinx had disappeared.

Aeris continued to move forward, but was blocked by two giant eight-eyed spiders. He dealt with the spiders in a rather embarrassing way. Aeris felt helpless. Hagrid was really cruel.

Aries could feel that he was not far from the Triwizard Tournament trophy. After wandering around for a while, there was no way out. The maze seemed to be changing on its own. Aries clearly felt a sense of malice that was blocking his correct direction.

After turning another corner, Aris saw Cedric, who was holding the limping Harry. The two were touching the gorgeous trophy. In an instant, they disappeared.

"Oh my!" Aris whispered softly, "I'm still a step too late..." A picture strongly impacted Aris' mind: a green light flashed, and Cedric lay on the ground in a cemetery with his eyes blank...

Aesius held his head, bent his body in pain, and broke out in a cold sweat. Someone helped him up.

Draco's voice seemed to come from far away: "Grindelwald... Grindelwald... are you okay?"

Aeris came back to his senses and grabbed Draco's sleeve tightly. Perhaps he used too much force, or perhaps he accidentally used the Cutting Curse, and he tore off half of Draco's sleeve.

Draco frowned and said, "What's wrong with you? This is my favorite piece of clothing..."

"Harry is in danger," said Aeris, throwing half of Draco's sleeve on the ground, pointing his wand at the half sleeve and chanting: "Mentos~"

A ray of light flashed on his half sleeve, and Aeris said, "Shoot the red spark, Draco. There is no need to continue the Triwizard Tournament. I want to go save people..."

"I'll go with you," Draco said without hesitation, "Potter is in danger. You told me everything. How can I turn a blind eye to it?"

Aeris gave Draco a strange look and said, "Okay! Half of your sleeve has become a portkey. I'm just trying. I'm not sure if I can save the person. If you are mentally prepared, come along!"

"Ready," Aeris said. "Touch the Portkey together. One...two...three...touch..."

The special feeling of using the portkey came, and Aeris helped Draco to stand firm, when a very cold voice came from not far away: "Kill those who are in the way!"

Harry was holding the scar on his forehead, bending over in pain.

"Avada~cough, crack~" Wormtail, who was holding something, was pointing his wand at Cedric. Without time to think, Aeris pulled Draco and used Apparition to come to Cedric. With his other hand, he grabbed Cedric's wrist and then Apparated.

The Killing Curse only hit a few strands of hair, and with the wonderful feeling of the body being broken apart and reassembled, Aeris brought Draco and Cedric to...the Burrow.

Draco and Cedric didn't have time to say anything. They rushed out the door and started vomiting violently, but because the contents of their stomachs were almost digested, they just vomited out mouthfuls of sour water.

Aeris felt good, at least not as bad as Draco and Cedric.

Draco, who had nothing left to vomit, straightened up with difficulty. He said painfully: "Grindelwald, please don't take me with you when you Apparate in the future... Merlin... My father Apparated with me a few times, but it never felt like this... Ugh..." Draco began to dry heave again.

Cedric also stood up with difficulty. He checked his whole body and found that he was only missing a small patch of hair. He was obviously relieved and sat down on a tattered chair at the door, a little dazed.

"Where is this?" Draco finally stopped retching and began to look around.

"The Burrow..." Aris answered, and seeing Draco's puzzled look, he continued to explain, "The Weasleys..."

Aerys came to Cedric, patted his shoulder, and asked softly: "Are you okay? Cedric..."

Cedric was obviously startled. Seeing that it was Aris, he forced a smile and said, "It's the first time... I'm so close to death... That green light... It's enlarged in my pupils..."

"You guys take a rest for a while," Aris said, "I'm going to go back and check on Harry."

Aeris Apparated again and returned to the cemetery. He carefully hid behind a large stone and restrained his breath. He saw Harry imprisoned by a statue and Wormtail muttering beside a large crucible:

"A father's bones, accidentally extracted, help your son to be reborn;"

"Oh my god!" Aeris was shocked and secretly complained, "Voldemort actually wants to use this evil method to regain power?"

"Servant's flesh..." Wormtail cut off one of his hands with a knife, and the palm fell into the crucible, "willingly offered, so that your master can regain his power;"

"Will Voldemort be reborn with Harry's blood?" Aris continued to complain silently, "Is he mentally ill? Using Harry's blood can indeed make him more powerful, and he can also inherit the protective power in Harry's blood, but this protective power is useless to Harry!"

"The blood of your enemy," Wormtail came to the imprisoned Harry, cut Harry's arm with a knife, and dripped a few drops of Harry's blood into the cauldron, "rob and plunder can make your enemy's power stronger."

The contents of the crucible began to boil. It was not that Aeris did not want to stop it, but once the ritual began, it would be irreversible and Voldemort was destined to return.

Voldemort slowly floated up from the crucible, and a pitch-black robe, as if derived from the night, wrapped around Voldemort's pale, bony body.

Voldemort stroked his body slowly and let out an ecstatic, ugly laugh.

"My wand, Wormtail." Voldemort's cold, emotionless voice sounded.

Wormtail handed the wand respectfully to Voldemort. "Stretch out your arm, Wormtail," Voldemort continued casually.

Wormtail said in surprise: "You are so kind, my master..." Wormtail stretched out the arm with the missing hand.

"It's the other arm, Wormtail," said Voldemort impatiently.

Wormtail's face fell and he tremblingly stretched out his other intact arm.

"Let me see, who has the courage to come back? Who is stupid enough not to come back?" Voldemort pressed a pale finger on Wormtail's arm, which seemed to have a tattoo of the Dark Mark.

In an instant, dozens of figures appeared, all wearing black robes and silver masks, just like the Death Eaters who were demonstrating at the Quidditch World Cup.

Although there were dozens of people, they were all very quiet, just standing with their heads bowed around Voldemort.

Voldemort looked around and spoke in a disappointed tone: "Hello, my friends. More than ten years have passed, and everything seems to have happened yesterday. I have to admit that I am disappointed because you didn't try to find me at all..."

Voldemort's pale hand pressed on the silver masks of the Death Eaters one by one, "Crabbe, Dankhan, McNeill, Goyle... not even you, Lucius..."

The Death Eaters called by Voldemort had their masks taken off one by one and collapsed to the ground in pain. Only Lucius Malfoy was left standing.

Lucius Malfoy bowed gracefully to Voldemort, with a look of surprise on his face, and said excitedly: "In the past ten years, my master, I have never given up looking for your trace..."

"My traces are everywhere, my cunning friend," said Voldemort. "I thought that your son's incident would teach you a lesson. Yes, I asked my most loyal servant to arrange your son to participate in that boring competition."

"I am your most loyal, Master!" said Lucius Malfoy, "You can always trust me..."

"You can always trust me," Wormtail said suddenly, "I found you, I helped you, I am your most loyal ..."

"Quiet, Wormtail!" said Voldemort impatiently. "You came to me not out of loyalty, but out of fear. However, the Dark Lord will not treat his loyal friends badly."

Voldemort waved his wand, and a mithril hand emerged like mercury, connecting perfectly to Wormtail's broken wrist.

Wormtail was admiring his new hand and thanking Voldemort profusely.

Harry, who was still imprisoned, let out an inappropriate and disdainful laugh at this moment. Everyone's eyes turned to Harry, who was still laughing to himself.

"Harry?" Voldemort walked up to Harry and looked at him carefully. "I had forgotten you were still here. You didn't think it was you who really defeated me more than ten years ago?"

"Ha ha ha..." Harry said with a smile, "Don't play tricks, Tom, I know the truth. My mother sacrificed herself to protect me. It feels good to be rebounded by your own killing curse, right?"

Voldemort's face darkened. "Indeed, the pain was unbearable," Voldemort said. "At that time, I couldn't even touch you, but it doesn't matter... it doesn't matter... now... I can touch you..."

Voldemort, with a malicious smile, pressed his slender index finger on the scar on Harry's forehead. Harry let out a shrill wail, but Voldemort had a pleased smile on his face.

“I don’t know how you know so much,” Voldemort said to himself while laughing wildly, “But it doesn’t matter…”

"Pick up your wand, Harry," Voldemort waved his wand, and the statue that imprisoned Harry released Harry, and Harry collapsed to the ground.

Harry quickly picked up his wand that had fallen to the ground, stood up with difficulty, gasping for breath, and stared at Voldemort.

"Dumbledore taught you how to duel, didn't he?" said Voldemort. "First we must bow to each other."

Voldemort pretended to bow, but when Harry didn't move, he said impatiently, "Come on, Harry. Dumbledore doesn't want his students to be rude. I say... bow..."

Voldemort pressed his wand downward, and Harry bent involuntarily.

"Very good." Voldemort nodded with satisfaction, and then began to torture Harry with the Cruciatus Curse, mocking Harry while torturing him.

“Don’t keep your head down, Harry!” Voldemort said viciously, “When I kill you, you must look at me. I want to see the last ray of light disappear from your eyes.”

Although Harry was hurt by the Cruciatus Curse, Aries, who was hiding in the dark, could see that the pain Harry suffered was not as great as he had imagined.

As Voldemort admired Harry twitching on the ground, Harry stood up silently and said expressionlessly: "I will fulfill your dying wish, Tom Riddle..."

Voldemort pointed his wand at Harry and chanted with a ferocious expression: "Avada... cough, click..."

Harry also pointed his wand at Voldemort, with no fear on his face: "Ahem, ahh ...

The green light and the red light collided with each other, and a stalemate began. Voldemort was still shouting, "Don't do anything. Leave him to me..."

Suddenly, something strange happened, and ghostly figures began to emerge from Voldemort's wand.

First, an old man circled Voldemort twice and angrily punched Voldemort's snake-like nose twice. Voldemort's expression was a little frightened, but also looked more hideous.

The old man floated to Harry again. "Come on, kid!" the old man said. "Don't lose to this villain!"

Several more figures floated out of Voldemort's wand. Harry gritted his teeth, his eyes full of pain.

There were two figures who seemed to be Harry's parents.

James: "Son, I didn't expect to meet you under these circumstances."

Lily: "We can buy you some time to find a way to escape, Harry."

Harry nodded with difficulty. Countless figures who had been killed by Voldemort rushed towards Voldemort. Voldemort's wand seemed to be broken. No matter how Voldemort chanted the spell, his wand no longer worked for him.

Aeris felt that the time had come, so he Apparated to Harry's side, supported Harry who was about to collapse, and then Apparated away immediately.

When he left, he heard Voldemort's unwilling roar: "No..."