Hogwarts: I'm taking my dad to find my mom.

Chapter 251 Resurrection

"Of course, how else could he have come in through the back door?"

Snape suddenly scoffed.

"Harry Potter."

A hoarse, low sound, like a saw stuck in the throat, came from the curtain.

Hearing the sound, Snape subconsciously covered his left arm.

At this moment, his left arm was burning and the pain was unbearable.

Karkaroff, who was also covering his left arm and sweating profusely, slowly approached Snape.

He kept muttering, "He's back, he's back."

"Can you feel it?"

"If you run away now, maybe you can be useful." Snape's expression remained unchanged, his eyes fixed on the curtain.

Karkaroff looked very panicked. After feeling the call on his arm again, he slowly stepped back and disappeared into the crowd.

"You must be very proud." Peter Pettigrew appeared in front of Harry holding a bulging object.

He lifted the strange-looking baby in his arms.

The baby opened his eyes and looked at Harry: "You must be proud to see me like this."

"However, your pride only lasts for this moment."

"Barty, my boy, go and get what I want."

"Yes Master!"

Barty Jr. licked his lips and raised his wand to point at Harry.

"Your running is useless to me." Little Barty stopped Harry, who was about to escape.

He slowly approached Harry to prevent him from escaping again.

Little Barty broke Harry's right leg, cut a huge wound on Harry's leg, and took away some of Harry's blood and flesh.

Then, Barty Jr. took Voldemort from Pettigrew's hands.

“The bones of a father, given willingly, may regenerate his master the son; the flesh of a servant, given voluntarily, may regenerate your master; the blood of an enemy, given compulsorily, may regenerate your enemy.”

He dug out his father's bones from his body and threw them into the steamer, then kicked Pettigrew in, and finally put in Harry's flesh and blood.

After the steamer emitted green smoke, he carefully placed Voldemort in.

Harry made no sound after his leg was broken.

He bit his lips hard and kept moving towards his wand that had fallen to the ground.

He had to, had to go back to school.

Tell everyone that Voldemort has resurrected.

Outside the venue, everyone was seeing everything through the curtain.

Some of them covered their eyes in disbelief, while others shouted at Fudge in hoarse voices, "What the hell is the Ministry of Magic doing!"

"Go save Harry Potter!"

Just as Harry was about to grab the wand, a tall, naked man jumped out of the steamer behind him.

The man closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the air. Then, he opened his eyes, and a pair of red eyeballs filled his entire eye sockets.

"I haven't tasted such a fresh flavor for a long time."

"Master!" Little Barty's face was excited. He held a wizard robe respectfully in both hands and handed it to the man in front of him.

The man put on his robe and reached out to gently stroke little Batty's head.

"Little Barty, my loyal child."

"Then let me see which of Voldemort's former servants will sense my call?"

As Voldemort laughed, wizards in black robes and wizard hats apparated in front of him one after another.

The wizards consciously covered their faces, lowered their heads and knelt in front of Voldemort.

"Owner!"

"Master!" The call of "Master" made Voldemort feel even happier.

Voldemort walked among the kneeling crowd.

"Oh, look at that."

"Who else missed our party?"

Voldemort suddenly cast a spell at the last guy at the end of the crowd.

"Avada Kedavra!"

As the green light flashed, the wizard who appeared last lay dead on the spot without even showing his face.

"You know, I hate guys who are late."

"Of course, this also includes those guys who never showed up and betrayed me."

In the desolate space, although there were people kneeling on the ground, only Voldemort's voice could be heard in the air.

"However, I asked you to come here just to show you how I killed Harry Potter."

Voldemort suddenly flew to Harry's side and looked down at Harry who was crawling on the ground.

"We meet again, Harry Potter."

"But unfortunately, I'm afraid this will be the last time we meet."

Voldemort raised his wand high and pointed it at Harry: "Avada..."

At the same time, Harry took out his wand and pointed it at the Goblet of Fire: "Goblet of Fire, fly here!"

At the moment when Voldemort was putting on a show, Harry escaped from Voldemort's hands in front of a group of Death Eaters, holding the Goblet of Fire that flew back.

Fortunately! Fortunately, he was practicing the Flying Spell seriously.

This was the only thought in Harry's mind before the green light appeared.

Agas, who was staring at the screen, loosened his clenched fists after seeing Harry running away with the Goblet of Fire in his arms.

After a flash of white light, Harry, holding the Goblet of Fire, fell in the center of the venue with a "bang".

He was in a very miserable state, his right leg was paralyzed and bleeding.

Harry's eyes went from dull to clear. He looked at Dumbledore and his group running towards him: "Professor Dumbledore! Voldemort! Voldemort is resurrected!"

“Did you see it?”

Dumbledore squatted down with a complicated expression and shouted, "Poppy! Come quickly!"

Madam Pomfrey squeezed into the crowd, took out some difficile and covered Harry's injured right leg, then used healing magic to reconnect his broken right leg.

"Albus, I wish Hogwarts would no longer participate in the Triwizard Tournament."

"Poppy, I promise there won't be a next time."

Dumbledore assured, holding Harry's upper body.

Madam Pomfrey is the busiest person in the Triwizard Tournament besides the three warriors.

After confirming that Harry was fine, she gently wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.

"Harry, we all saw it." Dumbledore pointed at the curtain in the air.

“You are really brave.”

The group of people surrounding Harry chattered with concern, and Agas stood up from the audience.

He looked at Fudge, who looked pale.

He hooked his lips and said, "Rhinno, if the British wizarding world knew that Voldemort had been resurrected, would the position of Minister of Magic still be secure?"

"It's obvious."

Rheino answered with a smile.

Agas nodded, and then turned and left at Professor McGonagall's order for the prefects to take the students back to their dormitories.

"Let Rocky do what he planned."