"Well...where are we?" Harry, who fell heavily to the ground, got up after a while and asked his friend.

"I don't know... this is a cemetery?" Hermione shook her head and looked around. She saw that they had completely left the Hogwarts area and came to an unknown cemetery. There was a large yew tree and a small chapel in the cemetery. There was a hill to the left of the cemetery, and the rough outline of a large villa on the side of the mountain.

Harry looked down at the small flag that brought them here, wonderingly: "Hermione, has anyone said this been a door key? This is also part of the trial?"

"No, I never said it," Hermione shook her head and frowned. "Harry, this is unusual. Professor Leeds has always made the content of the competition and the calculation rules of the points public. He should not do such things...and this kind of place doesn't look like the professor's style."

If they were teleported to the beautiful gardens, the magnificent palaces, and the treasure mountain composed of Jin Jialong and gems, they would never doubt anything. They would only think that Leeds wanted to surprise the passer, which was Leeds' style.

"Harry, it's better for us to leave here as soon as possible." Hermione didn't plan to explore this place stupidly. She had a bad premonition in her heart and immediately pulled 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 dog-headed military advisor made the best choice, but unfortunately,

"The door key is here!" The door key that was so close to you was taken away by someone with a curse.

"What?!" the two of them exclaimed in dismay.

In the gloomy and dead graveyard, a small black shadow came out from the graves. From the shadow's walking posture and his tight arms, it was possible to tell what the shadow was holding.

"Harry, find a cover quickly!" Hermione shouted. Leeds' simulation warfare class has not fallen behind. She knows very well what she should do now. She is definitely not to say hello to the enemy with affectionate feelings!

"Oh...oh!" Harry's reaction was half a beat slower. He was about to turn around and run behind the marble tombstone, but the scar on his head suddenly burst into pain in silence.

Harry had never felt so painful in his life that he had to cover the scar with his hands, which caused his wand to fall to the ground. His legs bent and kneeled on the ground. He could not see anything and felt a cracked headache.

"...Don't hurt him, use a coma curse." A high and cold voice came.

"Yes, my master... fell to the ground!" This was the voice of the man who used the curse to call him.

Harry felt that he was pushed away by something and fell to the ground... More than ten seconds later, just as his brain began to receive this severe pain, he opened his eyes, but saw his friend Hermione had fallen to his original position.

"Hermione!" Harry cried sadly, knowing that his friend had just sacrificed himself to save him. Now he just wanted to pick up his wand to fight the enemy to the death, but the severe pain in his head made him unable to even pick up the wand on the ground.

"...Don't worry about this dirty mud breed, do the serious business first." A sense of anxiety was hidden in the cold voice.

"Okay, damn..." Harry stood up roughly by the short man, so he also saw the other person's face clearly from a close distance, "It's you?! Peter the little dwarf!"

"Father's heart, give yourself selflessly, give your son a chance to be reborn!"

"Sus servant's muscles, give them voluntarily, and give your master a chance to resurrection!"

"The blood of the enemy, conquer by force, give your opponent a chance to revenge!"

Since he is a servant and a little dwarf Peter, his master can only be Voldemort.

Hermione lost consciousness, Harry lost his power of mobility due to headaches, and their resurrection plan was so smooth that they could no longer tie Harry to the tombstone, stuffed Harry's mouth with something, moved the steamer that completed the ceremony, threw Voldemort in the medicine soup, threw Voldemort's father's ashes into the medicine soup, and the dwarf Peter cut off his arm and threw it into the medicine soup, scratched Harry's arm and took blood and threw it into the medicine soup. The evil potion materials and evil black magic, Voldemort was resurrected!

Voldemort, who was resurrected in this way, finally had a thin and tall body, a pale face than the skull, a big black and red eyes, a flat nose like a snake's nose, and many cracks on the nostrils. He didn't look like a person, and was even more disgusting than a magical creature.

"I finally got my body~" But it is obvious that Voldemort, who has been a wandering soul for more than ten years, did not mind the change in appearance. He was raising his hand with a concentrating and pleasant expression, stretching his fingers, and feeling the feeling of having a body.

After enjoying the joy of rebirth, the Dark King ignored Peter, the hero who was lying on the ground and twitching and bleeding, but looked at his enemy Harry with his crimson eyes, and made a loud and cold laugh without laughter, "Harry Potter~! We finally meet again."

"Woooo!" The savior guy tied to the tombstone has not been snatched out yet, so he cannot form a conversation.

"Speaking of this, no one except me knew what happened that night...including you, Lord Savior who 'has the power to defeat me'~" Voldemort laughed loudly.

"I admit that I was careless that night. When I was about to kill you, I didn't notice that your mother used her life to cast an ancient protective magic. It was something I had heard of, but I was too stupid to ignore its magic." Voldemort's tone was not annoyed, but I could guess how I felt in my heart, "The magic bounced back my Avadasauri curse, and my body was torn apart, but because of some previous attempt, I was still alive."

"!!!" Harry was in tears when he learned about the past. Even though his headache was about to burst into pieces, he was still glaring at Voldemort.

"But I can't help myself...because I have no body, and any spell that may help me requires a wand." Voldemort's hands with unnatural fingers slid into a deep pocket and took out his wand.

"I can only hide in remote forests abroad and occupy animals' bodies as a residence because I know that those Aurors are still searching for me everywhere... But, I finally met the 'that man' you know, who brought me Hogwarts." Voldemort waved his wand and wrote the luminous words of 'Qillow' in the air.

"It's Harry again, my plan failed. I couldn't steal the Philosopher's Stone, so I could only hide back in the forest... I was almost desperate, but God favored me. Just a year ago, a real servant finally found me. With my careful planning, I finally waited for this scene today." Voldemort raised his wand and pointed it at Peter the little dwarf.

"Thank you, thank you, Master." Petdwarf Peter hurriedly got up and came to Voldemort.

"Okay, the story is over. Now, here I'm going to kill you to cleanse the stains on me." Voldemort pointed his wand on the broken arm of the dwarf Peter, creating a glittering silver hand like a glove.

"Master, this is so beautiful...thank you...thank you..." The little dwarf Peter suddenly rushed into Voldemort's arms.

"!?" Voldemort frowned.

He is the master, and Peter the little dwarf is just a slave. How dare the slave touch his noble body?! Even out of gratitude, he will never forgive!

However... Voldemort soon knew that he had blamed Peter the little star...

A purple sword that was more evil than any magic props that Voldemort knew, penetrated from the back of the dwarf Peter's head, penetrated from his chest and abdomen, and pierced the two of them together!
Chapter completed!