"I probably know who taught Harry the Eye Sickness Curse. That person has nothing to do with this matter. Don't force Harry any more."
Just when Harry was at a loss, Professor McGonagall suddenly opened his mouth to help him.
Harry glanced at Professor McGonagall gratefully, then looked at Professor Moody who was still close to him, and said, "I really can't think of anyone else."
At this time, Harry noticed that Professor Moody's expression became a little weird, as if
Are you laughing?
I saw Moody grinning, showing his jagged teeth, and said in a hoarse voice, "Is it Black?"
Harry was taken aback, and subconsciously blurted out: "You how do you know?!"
But before he could finish his sentence, Harry felt a jerk behind his navel, and his feet jerked off the ground.
The back of his hand was firmly glued to Professor Moody's crutch, which dragged him forward amidst howling wind and swirling colors, and Harry could feel Mad-Eye Moody beside him, as if still Laughing wildly.
It's him!
Harry finally realized that the man behind the scenes was Mad-Eye Moody! Unfortunately, he knew it too late.
The crutches brought the two of them to their destination. Harry, who was dragged away in a sitting position, sat on the ground directly, while Mad-Eye Moody jumped forward and rolled twice on the ground, as Portkey's crutch fell aside.
Immediately afterwards, countless strange black mud welled up on the ground, enveloping both Harry and Moody.
"Harry, you've been caught too, meow!"
Just when Harry was about to struggle, Fisch's heartless greeting sounded from beside him. He turned his head and saw that Fisch, like himself, was also wrapped in this strange black mud, only revealing a The head is out.
After greeting Harry, Maomao looked at Moody, who was also arrested, in doubt, and muttered, "Could it be that Fisch guessed wrong, Alastor is not a bad guy, meow?"
"No! That's him! He brought me here with the Portkey!" cried Harry.
"It really is him!" Maomao was happy now, "Just say Fish, there is something wrong with this guy, Albus still doesn't believe meow!"
Peter Pettigrew, who was standing by the side, chanted a spell, and lifted the black mud that trapped the fake Moody. He fell to the ground, kicked the fallen crutch aside, and then limped up to Wormtail .
"Master, I brought you Harry Potter!"
Fake Moody said to the swaddling baby in Wormtail's arms with a look of fanaticism.
"Very good! Very good! Barty, my most loyal servant," Voldemort's voice also seemed a little excited, "Voldemort will never forget those who work for him"
"Voldemort!" Harry exclaimed, "It's Voldemort!"
At the same time, he felt that his scar was in severe pain again. He had never felt such severe pain in his life, and if he hadn't been wrapped in black mud, Harry thought he would be rolling around in pain.
"Yes, it's me, Harry Potter."
The infant voice replied flatly, and then he told Wormtail: "Go ahead, I can't wait."
"Yes Master."
Wormtail handed the swaddling baby in his arms to the fake Moody beside him, and then lifted the black mud from Harry's body, but before Harry could fight back, a disarming spell fell on him, and Harry, who lost his wand, was in a hurry Wormtail is soon overpowered and dragged by him to a marble tombstone.
With the light of Wormtail's wand, Harry saw the name on the tombstone¡ªTom Riddle.
This name Harry knew, it was the name Voldemort used for his students.
Wormtail magically conjured ropes and tied Harry tightly to the tombstone, one after another from neck to ankle. Harry heard rapid, light breathing coming from inside the hood. He struggled hard, but was hit by the opponent, and the hand that hit him was missing a finger.
"You're Peter! Peter Pettigrew, who killed my parents!"
Harry roared through gritted teeth, he finally recognized the other party's identity.
Wormtail shuddered a bit, not daring to look at Harry, but silently checking whether the rope was tied tightly.
After confirming that Harry was bound tightly and could not move at all, Wormtail took out a black mass from the cloak and stuffed it roughly into Harry's mouth, stopping his cursing.
Then, without saying a word, Wormtail hurriedly??, to break that prophecy, Harry is naturally the best choice.
In fact, Voldemort also considered Fish, but after guessing that Fish's true identity was not human, Voldemort gave up this idea just to be on the safe side.
Besides, Voldemort is also confident enough that when he regains his strength, he can easily subdue Fish. When Fish becomes his subordinate, his magical spells can naturally be used by him.
Wormtail poured Harry's blood into the cauldron, which immediately turned a blinding white. After finishing all this, Wormtail knelt down beside the cauldron, leaned over, and collapsed on the ground, panting and sobbing while holding his bleeding broken arm.
On the other side, the fake Moody stepped forward excitedly, staring fanatically at the cauldron with sparks constantly flying out.
Suddenly, the spark on the crucible went out, and a white vapor rose from the crucible.
In the white mist, a black figure of a man rose slowly from the cauldron. The figure was tall and thin, like a skeleton.
False Moody came forward graciously, and dressed the man in the robe¡ªthe same swaddle that had swaddled the ugly baby.
The thin man stepped out of the cauldron and stared at Harry Harry saw the face that had been haunting his nightmares for three years, paler than a skeleton, with big red eyes and a nose as flat as a snake's, The nostrils are two thin slits
Voldemort is back to life.
"But" Fisher's voice sounded again, "You still don't have a nose and hair?"