Hogwarts Lion Girl

The thick fog rolled, and a blurry figure gradually became clear. He walked out of the fog slowly with heavy steps.

A sharp, piercing voice cut through the silence, "It's too late to leave now."

The voice was like a call from hell, bringing with it a chilling chill.

Harry and Cedric turned around at the same time and saw a familiar face.

"Professor Moody?" Harry exclaimed, his tone full of disbelief, "Why are you here?"

The "Moody" in front of him had a distorted face and a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. That smile was not warm at all, but instead made people's backs cold.

Moody sneered and said, "Take another good look at who I am."

Then an even more horrifying scene happened. Moody's skin began to tremble violently, as if something was about to break out of the ground.

The muscles on his face were twisted and deformed, and his originally normal face became hideous and terrifying.

Harry and Cedric stared with their eyes wide open in horror as they watched the horrifying scene before them, fear quickly wrapping around their hearts like vines.

"Moody's" facial features twisted, deformed, and reorganized, and finally, a completely stranger appeared in front of them.

"Barty Crouch Jr." Harry recognized the man, and the fragments of his memory about Crouch were instantly pieced together.

Fear, shock, confusion, all kinds of emotions intertwined together, Harry and Cedric were so surprised that they were speechless.

"Don't waste time, kill the useless guys first." The sharp and piercing voice sounded again.

Harry and Cedric subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound, and noticed that little Barty was holding something that looked like a baby in his arms.

The thing was wrapped in a black cloak and its specific appearance could not be seen clearly, but from its slightly wriggling outline, it was obviously a living creature.

At the same time, the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead began to hurt violently, as if he was being pricked by countless needles, causing him to go dark in front of his eyes.

He clenched his teeth, enduring the severe pain, and a strong sense of uneasiness surged in his heart.

Little Batty stood aside humbly, his tone respectful and fanatical: "As you command, my master."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his head, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and quickly pulled out his wand, pointing it at the unsuspecting Cedric.

"Look out! Cedric!" Harry exclaimed, trying to warn his friend, but it was too late.

A dazzling green light shot out from the tip of Barty's wand and hit Cedric's chest.

Before Cedric could even react to what was happening, he was hit by the green light and fell to the ground helplessly.

"No!" Harry's eyes were bloodshot and he let out a heart-wrenching roar.

Before he could recover from his great grief, the statue behind him, which had been motionless, suddenly moved.

It stretched out its huge stone arms and grabbed Harry, holding him firmly in place.

Harry struggled desperately, but to no avail.

At the same time, a blazing green flame ignited under the crucible nearby. The flame danced, illuminating everything around it, looking weird and terrifying.

That sharp voice sounded again, with a hint of excitement and anticipation that was difficult to conceal: "Let's get started."

The liquid in the crucible was rolling violently, like a pot of magma about to boil, splashing out dangerous sparks from time to time.

With a frenzied look on his face, little Barty gently threw the baby in his arms into the boiling cauldron. The baby let out a faint cry and was soon drowned in the roiling liquid.

Then he threw a pale bone of Voldemort's father into the crucible.

As soon as the bones came into contact with the liquid, a faint green flame ignited, and the liquid in the crucible also turned a strange green color.

Seeing this, Little Batty drew out his dagger without hesitation and cut off his left hand. Blood gushed out. He endured the severed pain and threw the severed hand into the crucible.

The liquid suddenly turned bright red, then turned blue and fiery red, flashing alternately. The strong light even penetrated Harry's closed eyes.

Little Barty dragged his mutilated body, step by step, towards Harry, ready to complete the last step of the magic ritual.

He raised his wand high and stabbed Harry's arm fiercely. The sharp pain made Harry groan.

The bright red blood flowed down the wand and dripped into the crucible. The boiling liquid gradually subsided and turned into a dazzling white.

Suddenly, a billowing black smoke gushed out of the crucible and rushed straight into the sky. The entire cemetery was instantly shrouded in darkness.

In the black smoke, a tall black figure slowly rose from the crucible.

Voldemort is resurrected.

Voldemort breathed greedily, feeling the long-lost power flowing through his body.

He moved his fingers slowly, and the joints made crisp sounds, like the whispers of death.

He looked down at his body, his paper-white skin, his blood-red snake eyes, and his flat face without a nose. All of this made him feel extremely satisfied and happy.

He raised his bony hand, and a black magic wand appeared in his palm.

He waved his wand gently, a green light flashed, and the Death Eater symbol, the horrible skull and snake symbol, appeared clearly in the night sky.

"See?" he said in a hoarse voice, "They will be terrified, trembling, and falling at my feet!"

He walked gracefully to the bound Harry, his scarlet snake eyes flashing with a cold light.

"Look at me, Harry!" he said in a commanding tone. "Look, I can touch you again, and even hurt you..."

He smiled cruelly, gradually exerting force in his hands, and the wand pierced into the wound on Harry's arm, and blood gushed out.

At this moment, with a burst of black mist, figures in black robes emerged from it. They prostrated themselves at Voldemort's feet, kissing the corner of his robe, expressing their humble loyalty.

Voldemort glanced at his followers, with a hint of sarcasm and dissatisfaction in his tone, "For such a long time, you actually believed that I was dead? You didn't even come to look for me..."

He turned sharply to one of the Death Eaters. "Tell me, have you ever thought of seeking another master?"

Before the Death Eater could say anything, a red light hit him and he howled in pain.

Voldemort retracted his wand and looked at little Barty beside him.

"Those who betray will be punished, and those who are loyal should naturally be rewarded."

Voldemort placed his wand on Barty Jr.'s broken arm. Barty Jr. gasped in pain, then looked at his new arm in surprise.

"Thank you, my lord!" he shouted, and then he knelt down and kissed the corner of Voldemort's robe fervently to express his gratitude.

In a corner where no one was paying attention, a faint light flashed on Cedric's chest, followed by a slight crackling sound.