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Two hands on the trophy,
Lights and shadows are spinning.
Chapter 288 Voldemort
The light and shadows in front of Zhang Lingyu's eyes were distorted, like Picasso's starry sky painting. When the distortion was completely restored, Zhang Lingyu and Harry were teleported to another place.
"What is this place??"
The real Harry looked around in panic. The sky was gloomy and gray, and he could only see the dark soil on the ground, the mist flowing like a river on the black soil, and the tombstones like forest reefs on the mist. The trophy that originally symbolized the honor of winning the Goblet of Fire was thrown on the ground like a rag.
"This seems to be a family cemetery. We have been teleported here. Harry, be careful, something is wrong."
The fake Xiaobai, 'Zhang Lingyu' seemed to be panicking, but he was actually well prepared. He was on high alert as soon as he landed. He knew that there might be an enemy hidden in every shadow.
With a quick glance around, the words on the surrounding tombstones caught his eye. Although he didn't recognize the people on the tombstones, he found that the people buried here all had the same surname, which clearly showed that it was a family cemetery, or what we often call an ancestral tomb.
The Riddle family?
Is there anything special about this family?
Hu Xiuwu actually had no idea where the trophy would teleport them to. He only knew that the trophy had been tampered with, but no one knew where exactly they would be teleported to, not even Dumbledore.
Dumbledore waited until the undercover agent hidden in Hogwarts replaced the spell on the trophy before capturing him.
But considering that even if he knew the destination, it would not be of much use in catching the person behind the scenes, and it would easily alert the snakes and scorpions hiding in the dark, so he could only pretend not to know and let them act.
"Lingyu, something is wrong here, let's get out of here quickly."
Before Zhang Lingyu could determine his location, Harry suddenly came over in a panic and pulled him away.
When Harry first arrived here, he felt that the place looked familiar. He seemed to have seen this cemetery in his dreams. Just as he was lost in thought, he came across a tombstone with the god of death carved on it. He was very familiar with the name of the tomb owner.
Tom Riddle
This name may be unfamiliar, but his other name is well-known in the Western alien world.
Voldemort, the strongest dark wizard, the second generation Dark Lord.
The name written on the tombstone was actually the Dark Lord's name, but others didn't know, and Harry didn't know that Voldemort wasn't dead yet.
In addition, the familiar scenes nearby reminded him of the dark and damp environment he had experienced in his dreams. The surroundings were silent and pitch black, as if he was buried alive.
It made him feel more and more uneasy, and he had a bad feeling.
Leave, you must leave quickly!
Even Harry noticed something was wrong nearby, but Zhang Lingyu couldn't sense it.
However, it's too late.
Just when Harry said that they wanted to leave quickly, the surrounding earth energy began to stir like a boiling hot spring, and the source of the ignited earth energy was the grave under the statue of the god of death.
"Ah~"
Harry suddenly fell forward, knelt on the ground, covered his forehead, and howled in pain.
Hu Xiuwu hurried to help him, but found some cuneiform characters appearing on Harry's chest: "Harry, how do you feel now? Harry, answer me."
"I do not know."
After saying only four words, Harry was already speechless due to the pain. He felt as if he was being swallowed by a giant snake. Every inch of his skin felt like it was being gnawed by beetles. He felt excruciating pain.
He fell into the trap. Even under Dumbledore's surveillance, Harry still fell into the trap. Why?
Hu Xiuwu transmitted Qi to Harry. Huangting Qi is best at warming the body. Hu Xiuwu tried to use Huangting True Qi to help Harry regulate the Five Qi and warm his body to relieve his pain.
After Huangting Zhenqi entered Harry's body, Harry's facial features, which were distorted by pain, did relax for a moment. But before he could catch his breath and thank Zhang Lingyu, even more intense pain swept over him.
Harry's pain does not come from the body, but from the soul.
As Harry's condition became more serious, Hu Xiuwu could already see the soul essence like willow catkins being sucked out of Harry's body and flowing into the black soil that looked like a rotting corpse.
Something is wrong, Harry has been tricked. There is some kind of formation here that is absorbing the essence of Harry's soul.
Hu Xiuwu looked around, but there was something unusual about this cemetery, which made it impossible for Hu Xiuwu to determine where the key was.
Forget it, if I can't do it with surgical precision, I'll just use a sledgehammer and cut it in half.
Anyway, the strange movement of the earth energy here must be related to Harry's abnormality, so let's just make things even more confusing.
Seven Killing Orders of Gods and Ghosts·Earthly Evil Orders.
Hu Xiuwu did not expect to seize control of the earth's Qi from the person behind the scenes. He was simply adding fuel to the fire. Everyone knows how to cause trouble.
If I can't unlock this lock, I'll add another one for you so that you can't unlock it either, and we'll be on the same starting line again.
The Earth Qi, which was already abnormal, became even more violent. If the previous Earth Qi was like an ocean current, seemingly turbulent but still following certain rules, then Hu Xiuwu's Earth Evil Order was like a typhoon, stirring up all the undercurrents.
Sure enough, with Hu Xiuwu's disruption, the operation of the formation was no longer stable, Harry's breathing also stabilized, and he was finally able to fully express what he felt.
He knelt on the ground, weak and sweating, but he still managed to raise his hand, pointed at the tombstone, and shouted with all his strength as if to vent his anger:
"Voldemort! Voldemort is underground!"
Upon hearing that the Dark Lord who rivaled Dumbledore was in the tomb, Hu Xiuwu did not go to investigate the tomb. Instead, he grabbed Harry's collar and quickly hid aside.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The next second after Hu Xiuwu moved, the vicious green light of the Unforgivable Killing Curse shot towards his original position, but thanks to Hu Xiuwu's foresight, he narrowly avoided it.
With the protection of the twenty-four gods, it is difficult to shake Hu Xiuwu's soul, no matter it is blowing air or the killing curse, but he is now using the identity of Zhang Lingyu, and Lingyu cannot withstand the killing curse. If Hu Xiuwu does not want his identity to be exposed, he must hide.
These people around us had been hiding for so long, and only when they heard Harry say that Voldemort was there did they rush to kill Harry and me. It seemed like they were doing it for Voldemort to see.
Hu Xiuwu's dodging of the spell was not as difficult as it appeared. He even had enough energy to figure out the thoughts of the man who attacked him in the dark.
The first attack failed. The people in the dark no longer hid. More than a dozen people like black mist rushed over from all directions, landed on the ground and turned into human forms, surrounding Hu Xiuwu and Harry.
These people were wearing medieval-style black robes and masks that covered their bodies tightly. Hu Xiuwu was not familiar with the strange people in the West. From the Qi that each person carried, he could only tell that there was no one he was familiar with.
The audience and actors have already arrived, and the protagonist of this drama will finally appear.
The soil behind the tombstone of the Grim Reaper surged up like a spring, gradually forming a hill.
Like a boil on a human body, it burst open on the hill and spit out a golden coffin.
The shape and style of the golden coffin are very different from those of domestic coffins. The surface is carved into a human figure, resembling a golden statue.
The statue has his hands crossed in front of his chest, holding a staff in his right hand and a whip in his left hand. The waistcoat he is wearing is inlaid with turquoise and sapphires.
This coffin is so luxurious in shape, it must be no unknown object.
Hu Xiuwu had seen a documentary about it before. It was the pharaoh's coffin.
However, unlike what was depicted in the documentary, the crown on the pharaoh's forehead on the coffin did not have an eagle symbolizing the sun god Ra or a snake protecting the pharaoh.
Instead, it was replaced by a crocodile head with a bloody mouth, looking ferocious and greedy, more cruel than majestic.
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A crack appeared in the golden coffin standing on the black soil, like a vacuum cabinet that had been closed for a long time. Thick black gas gushed out from inside. A giant python crawled out from under the golden coffin and opened it completely.
Everyone's attention was attracted by the strange movement of the golden coffin.
Inside the golden coffin, there lay a middle-aged man who looked gloomy but handsome. He had a high nose, deep eye sockets, and flowing golden hair. He was a typical European.
Maybe because he had been locked in the coffin for too long, his skin was as pale as a corpse, yet as delicate as a girl's.
Although he had his eyes closed at this time, his hands crossed on his chest, and his wand placed on his chest, he looked like he was buried peacefully.
After seeing clearly what was inside the golden coffin, Harry felt as if he had seen some ferocious beast, and his body trembled involuntarily out of instinct.
Although the person in the golden coffin was older than the one he had seen in the Chamber of Secrets, and the wrinkles on his face were deeper, Harry still recognized this person who had left a deep impression on him.
Harry felt as if he were in winter, his teeth chattering as he squeezed out a name that he feared and hated:
"Voldemort!"
As if he heard the call of the person he had been thinking about day and night, Voldemort suddenly opened his eyes, and his dark green pupils soon flashed with a cold light, not at all like a person who had just woken up.
He held the magic wand in his hand and walked out of the golden coffin barefoot, like a reborn pharaoh, inspecting his territory.
Voldemort hadn't spoken yet, but just stood there defiantly, looking around proudly.
Except for Hu Xiuwu and Harry, no one present dared to stand in front of Voldemort. Facing the familiar face, all the people in black robes knelt beside Voldemort, like humble servants facing their capricious master.
In the past, Voldemort's tyranny, cruelty, ruthlessness and bloodthirstiness still locked the Death Eaters' hearts like cold iron chains and bridles around their necks. No one dared to disobey him and no one dared to look him in the eyes.
"Ah, Harry, long time no see. Where was it the last time we met?"
The Harry Potter he had been thinking about was right in front of him. Voldemort was so happy that he even had the mind to chat with him. He touched his forehead with his wand as if reminiscing about the past.
"Oh, I remember it, it was the day I killed your parents. By the way, Harry, have you ever seen your parents? Did you know that you look a lot like them?"
“Voldemort!!”
Hearing Voldemort making fun of his parents, Harry was furious. Although he knew he was no match for Voldemort, he still wanted to rush forward and fight him to the death.
The poisonous python at Voldemort's feet raised its upper body, roared silently at Harry, and shook its upper body. As long as Harry rushed over, it would attack.
A man in a black robe who was kneeling beside him came forward and offered his courtesy: "Master, please allow me to help you get rid of Harry Potter."
"Shut up, Harry Potter is mine."
Voldemort could originally still have a somewhat hypocritical smile on his face, but he suddenly became furious when he heard this. He stretched out his hand to grab the black-robed man who was speaking, and captured him in front of him with an invisible force.
"Lucius my friend, I didn't know when you would be so loyal to me."
Voldemort destroyed his mask with a sweep of his hand, his eyes were murderous, and his words were full of meaning.
How many of these so-called pure-blood nobles are truly loyal to him? They are just cooperating with each other. They want to hold on to their transcendent status. Voldemort needs their financial resources to maintain the daily operation of the Death Eaters.
Later, as the Death Eaters grew stronger and stronger and became too powerful to be eliminated, the pure-blood nobles had no choice but to become Voldemort's subordinates.
Voldemort knew this very well, and when he gave his Horcrux to Lucius, he did not tell him what it was.
Hu Xiuwu didn't know who Lucius was, but Harry was deeply impressed by Lucius. He said angrily, "Lucius! Malfoy's father is indeed a Death Eater. The Ministry of Magic shouldn't have let him go!"
Facing the murderous Voldemort, Lucius lost his usual arrogance. He knelt at Voldemort's feet, bowed his head and explained humbly and timidly:
"Master, I have always been loyal to you and have never betrayed you."