Chapter 911 King vs King

The huge maze looks grand, but in fact there is nothing to see. The two warriors were submerged in the lush shrubs, and they had no idea where they went. Compared with grabbing the egg from the dragon's mouth, it was an anticlimax, and the final showdown was simply... What a mess.

The bush maze opens at dusk and will not be opened again until the end of the game. As the sky gets darker, fog appears inside, making the maze even more eerie and scary. The warriors light up their wands to search in the maze.

...Dulan, like all the spectators, was expressionless and unmoved, because this game was so boring. Student makeshift vendors became favorites, hawking snacks and drinks to provide spectators with options to pass the time.

"Harry, you should be glad that you are lucky. I think this third game was simply substandard. Even if you pass and become a warrior, there is nothing to be happy about." "Don't you think so?"

"Professor, this is a traditional competition with a history of seven hundred years. Winning the trophy will bring honor to the entire school." Harry disagreed. Apparently he had also read "The Wizard" and knew a lot of knowledge.

"But how is it different from the second competition? When you were in the Black Lake, it was also dark and scary. You were also looking for things, and there were also obstacles from aquatic plants and fish-men. I think it was more difficult than the land maze."

Put it this way, it seems to be the same thing, they are all looking for something in the dark.

"Professor, is the blue fluorescence in the center of the maze the location of the trophy?"

"Yes."

While Duran and Harry were chatting, the fake Harry on the other side was observing everywhere. He knew that the enemy might appear at any time. He bought some snacks for Roggeglen beside him and asked them not to make too much noise so that they could move on their own.

However, half an hour after dusk, no one came, and magic torches were lit all around.

There were occasional rustling movements in the maze, but no one knew what was going on and almost dozed off.

"Harry Potter, come here. After the competition is over, we will take pictures of the four warriors and all the judges this time. You can come over first and take a seat closer."

Nodding, this is no problem, but better. This way it will be more convenient for the other party to move and not hurt the people around him. But when will they act?

They have already taken action, and the reporter in front of them is Barty Jr. pretending to be.

Harry was taken to a secluded place. Wormtail was pretending to be Fleur. It was hard work for an ugly ghost to pretend to be a beauty. Little Barty first pretended to be a reporter and sneaked into the school to get Fleur's hair, and then asked Wormtail to pretend to be Fleur. This way Harry would never be suspicious.

Indeed, Sirius, who was pretending to be Harry, had no doubts. He didn't realize that he was careless until the other party took action.

Stop for sure! Sirius found himself unable to move when he was hit by the curse on his back, and knew that the reporter behind him must be fake.

"Wormtail hurry up."

"The Portkey is flying!" Wormtail chanted the Flying Charm.

The trophy in the maze flew up, attracting everyone's attention.

Finally taking action!

call out! The portkey teleported the three of them to a gloomy cemetery.

Voldemort and his minions had been waiting for a long time. The moment they saw Harry Potter, Voldemort finally showed his ugly smile: "Harry Potter!"

Sirius was a little worried now, because he didn't notice the other party's behavior at all, so he was immobilized and very passive at this time, unable to move and letting others slaughter him.

Wormtail and Barty Jr. knelt in front of Voldemort: "Master, we have brought Harry Potter."

"Okay, okay, okay, then let's get started."

The cauldron has been set up, Voldemort's father's grave has been opened, and the bones of relatives have been prepared. Next is the flesh of the servants. Everyone present, except Harry, were all servants of Voldemort, and they were all willing to sacrifice their bodies.

It was little Barty who had quick eyesight and quick hands, and cut off his entire right arm, which had not fully recovered, to Voldemort. He was much more loyal and decisive than Wormtail.

In the end, it was the blood of the enemy. After all the hard work to capture Harry Potter, he only cut him open with a knife and let out a little blood. You said you wanted blood, why don't you just ask Harry to donate blood? Why is it so troublesome?

"The bones of your loved ones, the flesh of your servants, and the blood of your enemies, give us back our great Dark Lord." Wormtail put the fleshy Voldemort into the cauldron. The Death Eaters knelt down one after another, holding the black magic in their hands. The magic mark emits a burning pain.

The spies were frightened and trembling. If Voldemort came back, they would definitely surrender to Voldemort immediately.

In the cauldron, thick smoke billowed, powerful magic gathered and purple gas rose, and Voldemort groaned in comfort. This was the rhythm of recovery, power, and power kept coming.

I don’t know what’s going on in the pot, but it’s getting thicker and thicker. It started out as clear soup, but after the three things were added, the magical reaction that stimulated it turned into sesame paste. Now it seems to have turned into rubber again, and it’s starting to stretch and seem to be molded. People walk.

Sirius was stunned, what kind of evil black magic is this? It was so rare in the world, so evil that Sirius felt like his magic was about to be frozen.

The Death Eaters were sweating profusely as they felt the momentum released from the cauldron.

However, just when Voldemort's momentum was rising, he screamed "Ah--" and the gathered magic scattered. He failed to reshape his body. It could not be solidified and could only become a puddle of mud.

"Why? Why?" Obviously everything was right, all the elements were collected, why did it fail?

"Tom Marvolo Riddle, your ambition ends here." It was Dumbledore who stepped out of the shadows and stepped into the filthy cemetery, shouting Voldemort's full name. He brought all the professors of Hogwarts School to join the battle.

Snape waved his hand to undo the magic on Sirius, and at the same time, the compound potion was ineffective, and he recovered his true body.

"It's so good, so good." He actually thwarted Voldemort's conspiracy and prevented him from recovering his body. Sirius felt that he was really great: "Voldemort, you didn't expect it, did you? Don't think that only you will send people to sneak into the school, we will also."

Harry Potter is fake? !

Everyone was stunned, and Voldemort was furious: "Ah! Kill them!"

However, with Dumbledore here, who dares to act rashly? "Back off, you lost people, back off!" Just a loud shout, all the Death Eaters were terrified.

Unlike facing Voldemort, Voldemort controlled them with fear, while Dumbledore used righteousness to make them feel guilty.

Duran and Denise stood in the crowd of wizards to watch the show, saying that this good show is rare.

Anger, pain, unwillingness, helplessness, all the negative emotions made Voldemort more twisted: "You plotted against me?!"

Perfect, Duran likes to listen to the desperate cries of bad guys the most. The meaning of time travel is here. Hearing Voldemort shout out such a miserable sentence is worth everything, full of a sense of accomplishment.