Chapter 402: Living in Confusion Until Now, the Ceremony Begins

"Do you mind if I clean up some bugs before we get down to business?" Voldemort asked meaningfully.

"Ah, this..." Aaron glanced at Cedric and the others without leaving a trace, "Personally, I still mind it."

"As long as you submit to me, I can not kill them"

Aaron's mouth twitched, and he rolled his eyes speechlessly, "I won't agree to this."

"I think so, but I will give you a chance to regret it.

Go ahead! Wormtail."

"Yes, my master." Pettigrew immediately waved his wand, "Crucio."

"Crucio!"

Aaron released the Cruciatus Curse at the same time, and two identical spells collided in the air.

Red sparks kept flying, and the aftermath of the magic collision crushed the grass on the ground.

"You just watch? If you don't want to die, come and help me."

This sentence woke up Cedric and the others. No matter how scared they were, they had to go, otherwise their lives would be in danger.

Cedric hurriedly climbed up and pointed his wand at Voldemort, who was held by Wormtail.

After a brief tremor, his expression immediately became extremely firm.

"Break into pieces!"

A giant snake more than three or four meters long suddenly blocked Voldemort's body, and Cedric's Break into pieces spell hit it and caused almost no damage.

"Hiss!"

"Leave him alive, Nagini." Voldemort said lightly.

The giant snake swallowed and spit out its snake tongue, quickly approaching Cedric.

Cedric was horrified and released several different spells in succession, but it only made the giant snake curl up slightly, and the effect made him feel desperate.

Fleur also joined in and fought Nagini with Cedric. The two of them released spells at the same time and barely fought against Nagini.

"WC! What are you doing over there?" Aaron's face changed drastically, because if both of them were restrained by a snake, then Krum would be left unattended.

What you fear, you will get.

Krum's pupils began to turn white, and he approached Harry Potter like a zombie.

"Fuck! No martial ethics."

Aaron cursed in his heart, and kicked Harry hard.

Harry didn't care about the pain on his forehead, and quickly picked up the wand and pointed it at Krum, "Faint..."

"Faint."

A spell hit Harry Potter from the side, knocking him out.

The fake Moody limped over from not far away. He carefully took Voldemort, put him on a cushion, and then knelt in front of him, looking extremely pious, "Master."

"Get up!

You did a great job, I will give you a reward you can't even think of."

"This is what I should do as a master." The fake Moody said respectfully, then stood up and looked at Pettigrew who was competing with Aaron in magic, but he had no intention of helping at all.

"Uh... Excuse me, who are you?"

"You'll know, the effect of the Polyjuice Potion will soon be felt."

Aaron thought for a moment, and then increased his magic output.

The red light became brighter, instantly overwhelmed Peter Pettigrew's Cruciatus Curse, and hit him hard.

"Ah!"

Peter Pettigrew's heart was torn, and he screamed miserably.

"Waste." Voldemort said coldly, "Even though his magic power was higher than his, he could still be defeated."

"There is always a gap between people." Aaron said indifferently, "His magic power is higher than mine, but my fighting power is higher than his."

"Master." Fake Moody looked at Voldemort, "I..."

"Go! Be careful."

"Yes!"

Fake Moody smiled coldly, threw away the crutches in his hand, and attacked Aaron crazily.

The two fought for several rounds, and various spells collided with each other dazzlingly. For a while, no one could do anything to the other.

Soon, Peter Pettigrew also joined in. Facing two magicians who were at least half as powerful as Aaron, who only had half the magic power, could only fight and retreat.

"Should I take back my thought body?" Aaron thought to himself, very hesitant.

This was his biggest trump card. If he played this card, Peter Pettigrew and the fake Moody would never be his opponents, but everything would become more uncontrollable, because Voldemort had not taken action himself until now.

Although he looked weak now, since he chose to show up, it meant that he was fully confident of resurrection.

This confidence came from strength. As long as he could hold the wand, he would still be the dark lord who could cover the sky with one hand.

Once all his strength was exposed, he could only fight Voldemort head-on.

It was not sure whether he had any other backup. If he was conservative, the odds were 50-50, but it was impossible for him to leave with others.

At this time, Cedric's screams suddenly came from not far away. He was bitten on the shoulder by Nagini, and the venom seeped into it, and blood kept flowing out.

Fleur was also entangled by it, and it became extremely difficult to breathe.

"That's enough." Voldemort said.

The fake Moody and Peter Pettigrew stopped fighting tacitly, and Nagini dragged Cedric and Fleur over.

"Gaius, you haven't lost yet, but you have lost."

Aaron looked at the injured Cedric and Fleur, and then looked at the unconscious Harry Potter and Viktor Krum who was controlled by the enemy. In his heart, there was only helplessness and frustration.

"If any of you three had listened to me just now, we wouldn't have fallen to this point now."

Cedric and Fleur looked at each other and lowered their heads with tears in their eyes.

"Um... can you let the three of them go?"

"Do you think you are qualified to negotiate with me now?"

"But you definitely want to negotiate with me." Aaron said firmly.

"Smart." Voldemort said hoarsely, "But let's wait a while before negotiating the terms. After all, my current attitude is somewhat rude.

Before that, it would be better if you don't have any ability to fight back, what do you think?"

Aaron pursed his lips and threw his wand on the ground sincerely.

"Expelliarmus."

The fake Moody threw out two wands and confiscated Cedric and Fleur's wands.

"You really hurt me this time." Furong said bitterly, "My life is in danger in order to win the championship."

"Huh? I won't take the blame for this.

It's not me who hurt you, but Harry Potter."

"You can say that." Fake Moody explained proudly, "In a sense, Gaius saved your life.

My main goal is to let Harry Potter get the trophy. In other words, you guys are all obstacles to him and are the ones I want to eliminate.

If it weren't for him, you would have died in the first event.

It's hard for me to start the second event, not only because I can't get into the water, but also because Klein brought out the projection of the competition.

The third event is my last chance. I controlled Krum before the game and used that These projections give him instructions at any time.

Originally, I planned to let him sneak attack you, or lead you to a place with more magical animals... You can die in an accident or be murdered, as long as I can achieve my goal.

But Gaius changed my mind. All the warriors touch the trophy together, and Harry Potter and Aaron Gaius will fall into the hands of the master. As for your life or death, it is not so important. "

"Hear?" Aaron shrugged, "I can't be considered to be cheating you, but I have helped you live in confusion until now."

"Stop talking nonsense here, tie up the three of them."

"Yes, master." The fake Moody said, and conjured three ropes to tie Cedric, Fleur, and Krum tightly.

Then he controlled Harry to float up and tied him to a sculpture next to the tombstone.

"Why not tie me?" Aaron asked puzzled.

"Why tie them up if you can't tie them up?" Voldemort said as a matter of course, "I know your abilities very well. Unless it's a special prison, you can't be locked up."

Aaron smiled, "Aren't you afraid that I'll mess with you?"

"Nagini will watch them. If you dare to move, it will decisively bite off a person's neck.

Even if you don't care about their lives, my servants will keep an eye on you."

Aaron's mouth twitched slightly, and he smiled awkwardly, "You've considered it very carefully."

"Wormtail, have you prepared what I need?"

"Of course, my master." Pettigrew nodded hurriedly and pushed a heavy stone crucible to the grave.

The crucible was filled with a special solution, and the flames below crackled, making it boil continuously.

Harry's scar began to ache again, waking him up from his coma.

But he regretted it as soon as he opened his eyes. Voldemort was about to be resurrected, and the scene he feared most was about to appear in front of him.

"Be calm, what is coming will always come." Aaron comforted.

"Stop him now, don't worry about me, we must not let him revive again."

"Shut up, you idiot who can't even tell your situation." The fake Moody cursed loudly, "Crucio..."

"Stop." Voldemort shouted, "He is mine, don't fight with me."

"Yes, Master."

"Professor Moody." Harry couldn't believe it, but soon thought of something, "No, you are not Professor Moody, what did you do to him?"

The fake Moody's magic eye turned a circle, and said meaningfully: "Maybe you can see him after you die."

"He's still alive." Aaron rolled his eyes and said, "This brother is still using Polyjuice Potion, which means Moody is still alive."

"Spoiler, I still want to see his desperate expression!

But I believe there will be this opportunity soon."

"Hurry up, Wormtail, I can't wait."

"Yes." Pettigrew trembled as he picked up Voldemort and put him in the crucible.

With a hissing sound, Voldemort was swallowed by the solution, and the liquid became more viscous and turbid.

"Father's bones, donated unintentionally, can make your son reborn." Pettigrew pointed his wand at Thomas Riddle's grave.

A section of Voldemort's father's remains flew out of the grave and fell into the crucible.

The solution instantly turned blue and emitted a lot of white steam.

The hearts of several warriors were half cold, and they wanted to stop it, but they were powerless.

Then Pettigrew stretched out his right hand in fear, holding the knife in his left hand, and sobbed in fear: "The flesh of the servant, voluntarily donated, can make your master reborn."

Except for the fake Moody who looked excited, everyone else turned their faces away.

With a scream, Pettigrew's right hand fell into the crucible, and the potion turned red, as if he was boiling a pot of fresh blood.