Chapter 691 Cemetery

Harry felt his foot hit the ground hard, his injured leg twisting and falling forward.

Harry immediately let go of the Tri-Wizard Tournament trophy and raised his head with difficulty.

"Where are we?" Harry asked, somewhat confused.

Cedric shook his head, stood up, helped Harry up, and looked around.

It was obvious that the two of them had completely left the Hogwarts area. Perhaps they had come dozens of miles—perhaps hundreds—for even the mountains surrounding the castle were no longer visible.

They were now standing before a large churchyard in the darkness, with a large yew tree and the faint outline of a chapel beyond them visible. A hill rose to their left.

Harry could just make out the outline of a beautiful old house on the hillside.

This house felt very familiar to Harry, as if he had been there before...

Harry had been to that house, that room, that person, that snake...

Harry was a little unsure, but the weird atmosphere in the cemetery was stimulating Harry's nerves all the time.

Cedric looked down at the Tri-Wizard Tournament trophy, then looked up at Harry.

"Did anyone tell you this trophy was a portkey?" he asked Harry.

"No," Harry replied, looking around the cemetery. It was so dead and a little eerie. "Is this part of this mission?" he asked Cedric.

"I don't know," Cedric said. His voice sounded a little nervous, "Take the wand out, do you think that's okay?"

"Okay!" Harry nodded quickly, glad that Cedric made this suggestion and not himself.

They drew their wands, all the while Harry was looking around. Once again he had the strange feeling that they were being watched.

"Someone is coming," he said suddenly.

They squinted nervously in the darkness and saw a dark figure approaching, walking towards them from among the graves.

Harry couldn't see the face clearly, but from the way the shadow walked and the arms he held tightly, he could tell that the shadow was holding something. It was unclear who he was, he was very thin, and he was wearing a large hooded cloak that covered his head and face.

The black shadow took a few steps closer - of course the distance between them kept shrinking - and he saw that the thing in the man's arms looked like a baby...

Or was it just a pile of clothes?

Harry lowered his wand slightly and glanced briefly to the side at Cedric.

Cedric gave him a puzzled expression in return. Then they all turned and stared at the approaching shadow. That

The shadow stopped next to a standing marble tombstone. Only six feet away from them.

Harry, Cedric and the man in black looked at each other for a moment. Then, Harry's scar opened in pain and silently.

He had never felt so much pain in his life. It hurt so much that he had to cover it with his hands, causing his wand to fall to the ground.

He bent his legs and knelt on the ground. He couldn't see anything and only felt a splitting headache.

"Harry, what's wrong with you?" Cedric's mood suddenly became tense. He stood in front of Harry, "People over there, don't come over, otherwise..."

However, Cedric's warning had no effect.

Harry heard a tall, cold voice say from a distance: "Kill the tall lanky guy."

They're going to kill Cedric!

Harry's heart was shocked, but the pain of the scar prevented him from raising any strength.

The voice was hoarse and very weak, but Harry could feel the evil, that familiar feeling.

The man in black robe took a step forward, and then raised his hand. In his hand was a bone-like wand.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A pale green light flashed across the night sky instantly.

Harry's scar was so painful that it made him sick to his stomach, and then the pain slowly subsided.

Although he was afraid of what he was about to see, he opened his stinging eyes.

"Well, I'm sorry to bother you, my friend." A tall figure stood in front of Harry.

"How about leaving this tall and thin man to me? His body is very suitable and he is also very talented. I think it would be perfect to use him to play for us."

"You have a crush on him?"

"No, it's just that I don't want to waste a good seedling."

"Work for us?" The hoarse voice sounded again, and then...

"Just like this." said the figure standing in front of Harry.

Harry seemed to be able to see what was going on, but he had no ability to act at all.

Harry saw the figure leaning down, and then a strong smell of blood reached Harry's nose.

Harry began to retch, but nothing came out.

Fan Lin naturally knew what was going on.

He came here with Trevor to hide Fox's fluctuations through space.

In fact, they came just in time, at least, Voldemort hadn't killed Cedric yet.

However, it's not much better.

But Trevor's methods were extremely bad. Fanlin finally understood what Trevor meant. He had wanted to choose Cedric before.

This is not simply because he thinks Cedric is stronger, he wants to turn Cedric into a vampire.

(Throw it into the Twilight Zone, Cedric, your lunch box has arrived...)

However, this is always better than dying in the hands of Barty Crouch Jr.

Fanlin was behind Trevor, and he turned his attention to little Barty and Voldemort in his arms.

"I think I need to prepare an environment for him. Here..."

"Oh, of course." Voldemort said in a hoarse voice, "You can take him away first."

"Thank you very much." Trevor said, he grabbed Cedric and flew towards the castle in the distance.

And Harry was still a little confused. The man must be a vampire. Anyway, the strong bloody smell made Harry a little breathless. According to what they said, Cedric was not dead and was saved by the vampire. However, Why Cedric…

Harry felt himself being pulled to his feet.

The cloaked man had put down the pile in his hands and picked up Harry's wand. Then he dragged Harry towards the marble tombstone. Harry used the flickering light of his wand to clearly see the name on the tombstone.

Tom Riddle!

Then he was pushed around, with his back facing the tombstone. The man in the cloak used magic to bind Harry with a thick rope and tied him to the tombstone. Harry heard the slight but rapid breathing under the hood. He struggled hard, and the man hit him hard several times... (To be continued)