The Unexpected Guest

Voldemort's newly formed skin was as pale as stone, devoid of any color. He took a deep breath, his slender fingertips tracing his arms, neck, and scalp. The freedom of breathing and the clear sensations intoxicated him, making him feel as if he had come back to life. He inhaled the fresh air he had longed for for thirteen years into his newborn lungs, his chest swelling, and then exhaled it all in one gulp.

He reached out, and a wand flew out of Bellatrix's pocket immediately, well-maintained and as clean as new.

"Owner..."

Bellatrix's robe, soaked with blood, shone with excitement in her eyes, and her whole body trembled slightly.

Voldemort raised his wand and waved it in the air, drawing a streak of light like molten silver. It was as if the moonlight reflected on a lake had been scooped up and floated in the air, shimmering with a bright light. Then the silvery streak twisted and transformed into a slender, porcelain-white human hand, Winky brightly.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone present, the pure white hand floated down and fit into the bleeding wrist. The light subsided and turned silvery-white, the joint was seamless, even more perfect than the original hand.

Loren glanced at it with surprise. This healing spell had traces of Ancient Magic, but the method of implementation was very simple: using the remaining life force in Voldemort's newly regenerated body to create limbs, and there was also a technique similar to the Unicorn curse hidden in it.

Concealing Voldemort's vague will within its arm, it's less a novice to Bellatrix and more a wirelessly controlled bionic hand of Voldemort. Normally it obeys Bellatrix's commands, but it can fall under Voldemort's control at any time.

Bellatrix, oblivious to this, lightly ran her index finger across the stone base, sending pebbles falling and leaving a straight chisel mark. Her gaze grew even more fervent, her eyes brimming with tears of joy:

"My master, thank you, thank you..."

"Your loyalty has never wavered, Bellatrix, who would rather be imprisoned in Azkaban than betray me. Now, I have returned, and I will bestow upon you unparalleled glory and unimaginable rewards."

Voldemort spoke softly, hissing as he took her other hand and rolled up her sleeve to her elbow, revealing a somewhat faded tattoo. "It's time for it to come back. They'll all notice it. We'll see, we'll know..."

He pressed his long, pale index finger onto the tattoo design, and the Dark Mark instantly became clear. Thick ink rose to the surface of the skin, and a venomous snake emerged from the skull's mouth, a pitch-black expanse.

At Hogwarts, on the Quidditch Pitch, Dumbledore calmly responded to Headmaster Fontana's invitation for a get-together between Hogwarts and Ilvermorny:

"Deputy Headmaster McGonagall will contact you regarding the specific details of the social event after the competition, Aegilbert."

Headmaster Fontana paused for a moment, then said, "Okay... okay."

Just a few days ago, this person was very interested in this plan.

Dumbledore picked up the still-warm teacup, took a deep breath, and inhaled the fresh scent of the Bifurcated Grass powder in the Polyjuice Potion. He felt that handling affairs with the airs of a headmaster and telling corny jokes was more tiring than brewing Potions all night.

The pitch-black maze remained silent, with only occasional faint lights indicating that the match was not yet over, and the audience and referees waited expectantly.

At the edge of the stands, torches burned quietly, their bright yellow flames casting afterimages in the pitch-black night, like potions made from Sorcerer's Stone. The young wizards were tired from shouting and standing, but the area didn't quiet down. Their chatter mingled together, and the evening breeze from the direction of the Summer Night Forest carried the chirping of insects and birds, making one's head ache.

Just as Dumbledore had not yet put down his teacup, two rapid and swift spells suddenly shot out from the direction of the stands.

The magical light illuminated the faces of the judges, and the pupils of their eyes suddenly contracted. The long period of sitting had made them lower their guard, and it wasn't until the spell landed beside them that they heard Professor McGonagall's sharp chanting voice.

"[Petrificus Totalus] "

"[The Transfiguration Charm] "

A swift, short beam of light entered Crouch's body, instantly shrinking his size considerably. His once well-tailored tuxedo became baggy and cumbersome, and his neatly combed short gray hair stood on end, swaying and growing longer until it transformed into a thick, jet-black head of hair.

Seeing the resemblance between Barty Crouch and a young Barty Crouch, Karkaroff and Bagman were startled and exclaimed in unison, "Barty Jr. Crouch!"

Professor McGonagall hurried over, the elderly Witch wearing a patrol cloak. With two swift spells, she subdued the Death Eater who had infiltrated the school, and one could vaguely see the dashing and heroic figure she had once possessed in her youth.

"The match continues. I have already notified the Ministry of Magic..." Professor McGonagall remained completely calm.

It's finally started...

Dumbledore nodded solemnly and said, "Minerva and I will handle this. Please ask the referees and commentators to continue to maintain order in the match. I will give everyone an explanation after the Goblet of Fire is over."

Madam Maxime and Headmaster Fontana were slightly surprised, but said nothing, allowing Professor McGonagall to use Levitation Charm to lift the petrified Barty Jr. Crouch. and walk towards the Castle with Dumbledore.

Bagman's round blue eyes darted around, and as he thought about the money he had invested in the game, his gaze flickered a few times, but he made no other move.

Karkaroff opened his mouth and then closed it again. He tilted his head and stared at the two empty seats next to him. His expression became more complicated, and his anxiety and fear intensified.

I don't know when it started, but the stars and moon have disappeared into the thick night. Dark clouds keep gathering from all directions, hanging heavily overhead, making it hard to breathe, as if the sky has become lower.

Dark clouds surged and settled, slowly outlining a somewhat familiar black phantom. A huge skull materialized and slowly spat out a twisted, coiling venomous snake.

"After sensing it, how many people have the courage to come back?"

"And how many people will be foolish enough not to come?"

Voldemort's face showed a smug expression, his scarlet eyes scanning the dark Graveyard. He paced back and forth between Harry and Bellatrix, his snake-like face twisting into a cruel smile.

"Harry Potter, you are standing on my father's bones..." Voldemort's tone was as if he were toying with a dying pet. "How about I tell you about my family history? We have plenty of time to get to know each other."

"He's a Muggle and an idiot... He abandoned my mother after she revealed her wizarding identity..."

Merope Gaunt, a descendant of the Slytherin family, had her magical abilities suppressed due to long-term verbal abuse and physical beatings. On a sunny afternoon, she met Tom Riddle, a wealthy and handsome Muggle. After Gaunt and her son were imprisoned, she used Amortentia to successfully unite with her beloved.

The long-term relationship led Merope to mistakenly believe that Riddle had true love for her. She took the liberty of removing the Amortentia and revealed her identity as a wizard, only to be abandoned... From then on, Merope hated magic. After a difficult childbirth, she named herself Tom Marvolo Riddle and died on the eve of the New Year.

"See that house?" Voldemort pointed towards Riddle House on the hill. "That's not my home. I went back there later..."

This was the second time he had told this story. In the summer of 1943, Voldemort discovered his true parentage, returned to Little Hangleton, murdered the Riddle family, and framed Morfin Gaunt...

Harry remained silent, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw his wand lying quietly on the grass a few steps away.

"Ah, I'm a little sad..." Voldemort said softly, "But thankfully, my real family has returned."

Suddenly, the air was filled with the rustling of cloaks, and wizards Apparition in every shadowy place—between the graves, behind the fir trees. They were all hooded and wore bone masks.

Apart from the last two figures that appeared, their faces were completely unmasked; one wore a dark green robe, and the other wore an ill-fitting formal suit, both covered in blood.

Looking at the two faces, the nearby Death Eater were horrified and couldn't help but mutter aloud:

"Barty Jr. Crouch. and..."

"Severus Snape."