After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

Chapter 157 The show begins

In the dark forest, Harry Potter ran breathlessly, dodging the spells shot from behind from time to time.

Why was this happening? Harry Potter couldn't help but feel despair. Why would Professor Mad-Eye Moody, whom he admired and trusted, suddenly come after him?

After the first competition, he wanted to share his joy with Hagrid, but he saw Mad-Eye Moody raising his wand at Barty Crouch.

At the critical moment, Harry Potter hurriedly shouted, "Stop!" This shout exposed his position. Mad-Eye turned around and chanted a spell at Harry Potter. Harry Potter hurriedly dodged sideways and continued to run out of the forest.

At this moment, Harry Potter had only one thought in his mind, which was to find Headmaster Dumbledore as soon as possible and tell him everything that had happened. He believed that the Headmaster would definitely find out the truth and protect his safety.

But in his panic, Mad-Eye Moody grabbed his robe, and after a while of spinning around, he came to this desolate forest.

Harry Potter struggled to his feet, ignoring the pain in his body, and ran forward desperately. He didn't know where he was, but he knew that he had to escape from Mad-Eye Moody as soon as possible.

Suddenly, a ray of light appeared in front of him. Harry Potter thought it was the exit and rushed over quickly. However, when he got closer, he found that it was a huge cemetery.

Mad-Eye Moody, who had been eagerly chasing after him, also leisurely walked out from behind him. Under Harry Potter's vigilant gaze, he respectfully said in the direction of the darkness: "Master."

Harry Potter looked nervously in the direction of the darkness, his heart filled with fear and confusion. At this moment, a low and hoarse voice came from the darkness: "Well done, Barty. But I remember our plan should not be now."

Barty Jr.? Who? Harry Potter didn't quite understand, but he still gripped his wand cautiously.

"It's all my fault for being careless, Master. This brat saw me when I was controlling Barty Crouch." Mad-Eye Moody's face and body changed. With the sound of jingling, a strange sick man appeared in front of Harry Potter.

Polyjuice Potion! Harry Potter was shocked.

"No, or rather I should praise you, little Barty. You completed the task very well, didn't you?" A short and fat figure walked out of the darkness holding something.

That person was Peter Pettigrew, and the sound came from the swaddling clothes in his arms.

Harry Potter saw that hatred took over Peter Pettigrew's mind, making his eyes turn red.

"Harry Potter." A familiar voice, one he hadn't heard before, came from the cradle. Harry Potter tried to look away but was startled.

It was a creature the size of a baby, but it looked extremely terrifying. It was Voldemort.

Voldemort's red eyes stared at Harry Potter, revealing a strong malice. Harry Potter's heartbeat accelerated sharply, and he knew that he was facing a huge danger.

"Well, you know what to do, Peter." Peter Pettigrew came respectfully to a crucible.

He first put Voldemort into boiling water, then pulled out a bone, "Father's bone..."

"Servant's flesh..." Peter Pettigrew gritted his teeth and cut off his hand.

He finally came to Harry Potter, who was being held captive by Barty Crouch Jr., and after a moment's hesitation, he viciously slashed Harry Potter's hand. "The blood of my enemy..."

After putting Harry Potter's blood into the crucible, a terrifying figure stood proudly from the crucible.

Voldemort is resurrected.

"Harry Potter," Voldemort said, his voice cold and commanding, "you cannot escape. Your fate has already been determined." With that, Voldemort swung his wand, and a powerful force sent Harry Potter flying. He fell heavily to the ground, feeling as if all the strength in his body had been drained.

Harry Potter struggled to get up, staring at Voldemort with wide eyes, his heart filled with despair.

However, before Voldemort could cast another spell, a bright light flashed, and a tall figure in black robes appeared next to Harry Potter.

"Principal Dumbledore!" Harry Potter exclaimed in surprise.

Albus Dumbledore stared at Voldemort calmly, his wand flickering faintly.

"Voldemort, your plan has failed." Albus Dumbledore's voice was calm and firm.

A flash of astonishment appeared on Voldemort's face, but then he regained his cold expression.

"Dumbledore, you are always in the way. But this time, you can't stop me." Voldemort waved his wand, ready to attack.

Albus Dumbledore waved his wand lightly, and a circular shield suddenly emerged from the ground, tightly protecting him and Harry Potter.

"Do you think you can stop me like this?" Voldemort roared, continuously increasing the output of magic power, trying to break through Albus Dumbledore's defense.

But Albus Dumbledore's shield was as solid as a rock and was not affected at all.

Seeing this, Voldemort concentrated his energy and used even more powerful dark magic. The black flames rushed towards Albus Dumbledore like a dragon.

Albus Dumbledore's face was solemn. He chanted a spell loudly, and a golden light shot out from the tip of his wand, colliding with the black flames, making a deafening noise.

In the fierce confrontation, Albus Dumbledore gradually gained the upper hand and Voldemort's attacks were resolved one by one.

Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, Voldemort used his wand to create a cloud of black mist and prepared to escape.

But no matter which direction he looked, it seemed as if there was a transparent barrier blocking him.

"What is this!" Voldemort watched the solemnity on Albus Dumbledore's face and the panic on Harry Potter's face gradually fade away, leaving only calmness, and he had a bad premonition in his heart.

"It's a magical barrier to prevent you from escaping." Barty Crouch Jr. said lightly, without a trace of fanaticism for Voldemort on his face.

"You are not Barty Crouch Jr., who are you?" Voldemort looked at Barty Crouch Jr. warily. He thought his most loyal subordinate should have been caught.

Barty Crouch Jr.'s face changed and finally turned into Narcissa's face.

"Narcissa Malfoy?" Voldemort was surprised. He had seen Narcissa Malfoy before.

"Okay, very good, the Malfoy family is going to betray me, right?" Voldemort laughed in anger.

Narcissa smiled faintly, "I'm simply fulfilling my son's wish."

Voldemort held down the Death Eater mark on the trembling Peter Pettigrew and summoned his loyal servant.

After the Death Eaters appeared one after another, a group of people in black robes suddenly emerged from all directions.

Voldemort's sharp eyes caught sight of the symbols on their clothes. His pupils constricted. Saints?

[Isn’t this gap too big? ]