Hogwarts Homecoming

boom!

As if someone had stretched his spine, Harry knelt down. The world was so quiet at this moment, so quiet that he could even hear the sound of blood rushing through his veins.

Ron and Hermione, his two friends, lay motionless on a pile of gravel. They did not moan in pain or try to get up. They just lay there quietly, with eyes that had lost their luster. Looking at the sky.

The three of them met on the Hogwarts Express four years ago. Although it was not a pleasant first acquaintance, Harry has not forgotten any details.

As if destined, they became friends at Hogwarts. Together they passed through many levels to protect the Philosopher's Stone, and saved Nicolas Flamel's Philosopher's Stone from Quirrell and Voldemort. They once hid in Myrtle's bathroom to brew Polyjuice Potion, and rushed into Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets to save Ginny. They once followed Hagrid into the Forbidden Forest to rescue Sirius from the werewolves and dementors.

At Hogwarts, they had classes together, ate together, played together, and went on night outs together.

Outside of school, they went to the Quidditch World Cup together and visited the orphanage where Professor Blaine grew up.

Hermione was the smartest little witch he had ever met. She always helped him at critical moments, and Ron made him realize how wonderful it felt to have a close brother.

Harry had always believed that their friendship would last forever, even if they left Hogwarts and had their own families and lives, just like his parents did with Sirius and Remus.

But now they are lying on the ground, motionless

Harry knelt on the ground, but he felt empty from mind to body, as if he had been sinking into a bottomless abyss.

"No"

Those green eyes have never been so dim, and the heart filled with courage has never been so afraid of reality.

"No"

Harry shook his head and spoke softly, but he couldn't hear his own voice.

How could this happen, that Ron and Hermione would die?

This was ridiculous, almost as ridiculous as someone telling him that Professor Dumbledore and Professor Braine were actually the most terrifying Dark Lords.

Harry trembled. He didn't feel scared. His heart couldn't feel any emotion anymore. He was just a little cold and a little tired. Very tired. Therefore, the man named Barty Jr. somehow escaped the punishment of Azkaban. When the Death Eaters grabbed him by the collar and dragged him, he didn't even have the strength to struggle.

Perhaps due to the previous defeat, Barty Crouch Jr. dragged Harry very roughly. He didn't even worry about whether Harry would be injured. Along the way, the sharp gravel on the ground did not scratch his sportswear. But his legs were still bloody.

Finally arriving at the place, little Barty threw Harry in front of a tall tombstone. The inertia made Harry's back hit the tombstone hard. Before that, Harry saw a figure in the flickering light of the wand. name.

Tom Riddle.

Little Barty, who was eager to prove that he was not a loser, moved quickly. He used magic to create a rope and tied Harry tightly to the tombstone, tying him one after another from his neck to his ankles. He was afraid that Harry would break free. After he was finished, he checked it several times. Finally, he cut his robe open, kneaded it into a ball of cloth, and roughly stuffed it into Harry's mouth.

After doing all this, Barty Jr. left.

During the whole process, Harry remained motionless, just staring blankly at the place where Hermione and Ron had fallen. He could now hear sounds, the soft sobs of Winky dozens of feet away, and the elf was repeating What was said, but Harry couldn't hear clearly, and Barty Crouch Sr. seemed to be really dead. He had been lying there motionless since the warning was issued.

There was a hissing sound in the grass, and a big snake with bright stripes swam in front of Harry. It raised its upper body, its scarlet snake eyes and sharp fangs looked more terrifying than the basilisk he had ever encountered. .

"Nagini, he is not suitable to be your dinner, even if he is dead--"

Rumpelstiltskin's lazy voice penetrated the darkness and fell into Harry's ears,

"I will return his body to Dumbledore. I believe he will like this gift. Just wait, you will have a good meal, just wait a little longer."

Nagini spat out the snake letter nonchalantly and licked Harry's cheek, then obeyed, curled up, and hibernated again.

Little Barty came back with a sick smile, and brought back a heavy stone crucible. The crucible seemed to be filled with water. After his hearing recovered, he heard the sound of splashing in the crucible. This cauldron was larger than any that Harry had ever used, and could accommodate an adult in it.

After gasping for a few breaths, little Barty used his wand to light a fire under the crucible. The liquid in the crucible seemed to heat up very quickly. Not only did the surface begin to boil, but sparks shot out, as if it were burning.

The steaming heat became thicker and thicker, and even little Barty's figure became blurry.

"quick!"

Harry heard the sharp, cold voice again, and his scar began to hurt again. The pain penetrated his numbness and made him gasp for breath.

When little Barty left and came back, the entire water surface in the crucible was flashing with sparks, as if it were studded with diamonds.

"It's done, Master!"

Little Barty's voice was trembling with excitement, while Shining not far away let out a loud wail.

"Now." said the cold voice.

Little Barty carried the dwarf to the crucible. The ugly face covered with pustules behind the vague mist made Harry tremble all over, but his mouth was tightly blocked and he couldn't roar in pain, and he didn't want to be in pain. He exhaled, the hatred in his heart that was like an angry sea surpassed everything, making him unwilling to show weakness!

Barty Crouch lifted the dwarf reverently and gently placed the dwarf into the cauldron. The sparks that jumped when it came into contact with the surface of the potion allowed Harry to see clearly the flat face with abscesses that were constantly bursting and repairing.

Harry whimpered and roared. The pain in his scar was as if it was being roasted by fire, but he couldn't make him give in. He began to struggle, trying to tear the dwarf apart!

But he couldn't do it, anger was the most useless, nothing could be changed.

Rumpelstiltskin was as heavy as the bottom of a pot and made a soft sound. Barty took a deep breath and cleared his throat. His sickly face seemed to glow, as if he was enjoying the honor of friendly fire--

"Father's bones, accidentally donated, can regenerate your son!"

The fury beneath Harry's feet cracked, and a small wisp of dust rose into the air in response to Barty Jr.'s call, falling gently into the cauldron. The pages of the diamond edition cracked, hissing and sparks flying.

“The flesh of your servant, donated voluntarily, can make—your master reborn!”

Little Barty seemed to be singing a poem, high-pitched and passionate. He pointed the wand at his left hand without hesitation. After a flash of light, his palm fell into the crucible.

die! Despicable! Damn it!

Harry forced himself to look at this bloody scene. His eyes tried hard to penetrate the fiery red light emitted by the medicine. He had evil thoughts, hoping to see Barty Crouch Jr. bleed to death!

However, little Barty's crazy belief overcame the pain he endured. Amid Twinkle's mournful cries and Harry's hateful eyes, his pale face with a sick smile approached Harry.

Harry wanted to spit out the strip of cloth that blocked his mouth, and then use his teeth to tear Barty Jr.'s neck apart, but he couldn't do it. He could only watch Barty Crouch Jr. twisting his neck. Take the blood from your arms.

"The blood of your enemy, forced to sacrifice, can resurrect your enemy!"

Weakness made little Barty stagger, but he still completed his mission. He threw the glass bottle containing Harry's blood into the crucible, and the liquid immediately glowed brightly.

The roars and roars of evil beasts could be heard vaguely in the black velvet darkness, and the air was vibrating with inexplicable power. This indescribable force oppressed Harry's soul, suffocating him and almost fainting!

Something slowly rose from the white mist, a man, thin and tall, like a skeleton.

Little Barty got up with difficulty, took out the robe from nowhere, and put it on his master with a hoarse gasp.

The thin man stepped out of the crucible and stared at Harry with his scarlet snake eyes. Harry saw the face that had often appeared in his nightmares for the past three years. It was paler than a skeleton, with a nose as flat as a snake, and two thin slits for the nostrils.

Boom!

Dark thunder rolled across the gloomy sky, the sound shook the earth and spread throughout the fields, seeming to announce——

Voldemort is resurrected.