Dumbledore's sudden arrival terrified Peter Pettigrew Peter Pettigrew could only sit trembling on the ground.
This is a fear that comes from the bottom of one's heart; it is the fear of the weak towards the strong.
"Useless trash!" a shout rang out from beside Tom Riddle's tombstone.
It was an infant wrapped in rags. He stretched out his pale, slender arms, pulled down the rags to reveal a wet head without eyes.
Dumbledore interest. "Tom, you always manage to surprise me."
Voldemort's fragile body was more like a twisted lump of flesh than an infant.
He had a flat, snake-like head the size of an adult, but his torso and limbs were as short and thin as a newborn baby.
"Dumbledore ..." Voldemort slowly opened his blood-red eyes, "You seem to have misunderstood something."
He twisted his large head, which looked as if it might fall off at any moment, and said, "Do you think you've got everything under control here?"
Dumbledore turned around and saw that Peter Pettigrew should have been lying on the ground, was nowhere to be seen.
"Hahaha—" Voldemort laughed and laughed, then his big head snapped to the left.
His body was so fragile, he looked limp and completely unable to take care of himself, as if a gentle twist could break his neck.
He is now easily killed, but his soul cannot be destroyed.
Dumbledore turned to Harry, who was bound to the tombstone. "Don't be afraid, I'll help you untie the ropes."
With a gentle wave of the Elder Wand, the ropes binding Harry snapped into pieces.
Just as Dumbledore reached out to pull him up, Peter Pettigrew, who had turned into a mouse and run away, returned.
Also returning Draco, who had been knocked unconscious by the Stunning Spell.
Voldemort let out another sinister laugh. "Luck seems to be on my side."
Although Dumbledore was absolutely confident that he could take down Peter Pettigrew before the dagger slit Draco's neck, his opponent was Voldemort, and he couldn't guarantee that things would go as he expected.
Suddenly, a black and white vortex appeared behind Voldemort.
After the piercing sound, two figures emerged from within.
It was Karkaroff; he had actually kidnapped Barty Crouch.
Voldemort's large, wobbly head turned to look at the two of them, his blood-red eyes flashing.
"Hehehehe—" An even more sinister and terrifying laugh rang out.
"Well done, my most loyal servant!"
Dumbledore looked on in astonishment.
The most loyal servant in Trelawney's Prophecy turned out to be Karkaroff.
"The Dark Lord's most loyal servant will receive help from another servant to break free of the chains that bind him."
The Dark Lord will return with the help of his two servants, stronger and more terrifying than before.
If it really was Karkaroff, then his acting in that panicked escape was truly superb.
He once betrayed Voldemort, yet he was also his most loyal servant...
Without a second thought, Dumbledore quickly raised his hand to shield Harry behind him.
First there was Karkaroff, then Peter Pettigrew, and both of them had hostages in their hands.
Voldemort's laughter grew increasingly twisted and manic as he raised his short, thin arm and shouted, "Wormtail, now!"
Peter Pettigrew was clearly taken aback for a moment, then quickly reacted, drew his wand and pointed it into the distance, where a stone cauldron large enough to hold an adult was dragged over.
The water filling the crucible was strangely eerie, sending chills down one's spine.
Peter Pettigrew dropped Draco, ran to the cauldron, squatted down, and lit the flame.
The ominous water quickly boiled, the entire surface of which seemed to be on fire, constantly shooting out dazzling sparks.
Dumbledore's face darkened. "Tom, is this how you regain your strength?"
Voldemort's blood-red eyes shone even brighter as he stared intently at Harry behind the other man. "It's just a simple ritual. I hope you'll cooperate with me."
Barty Crouch groaned as Karkaroff's wand nearly pierced his throat.
"Ah..." Harry screamed, clutching the scar on his forehead in pain.
Voldemort's intense emotional fluctuations affected Harry, who was one of the Horcrux, inevitably causing Dumbledore to begin to worry.
Peter Pettigrew has come over to hug Voldemort. Is the only option left to watch Voldemort regain his power?
Dumbledore moved his fingers slightly, Barty Crouch's heart-wrenching scream immediately rang out.
With a blank expression, Karkaroff used his wand to pierce Barty Crouch's throat, and scalding blood flowed down his neck.
"Hmm?" Dumbledore keenly sensed that Karkaroff seemed to be acting strangely.
His eyes were lifeless, and he looked dazed, as if he were controlled by Imperius Curse.
Peter Pettigrew had already led Voldemort to the stone cauldron, where the water sparkled and shone like diamonds.
Voldemort was placed into the cauldron, and with a constant hissing sound, the sparks on the water's surface burned even more fiercely, as if fueled.
Peter Pettigrew raised his wand, closed his eyes, and trembled as he spoke to the night sky, "Your father's bones, donated unintentionally, can bring your son back to life!"
Tom Riddle's grave cracked open, and a wisp of white dust was summoned into the air, then drifted lightly into the crucible.
The diamond-like surface of the water cracked, and the water, sizzling with flames, turned a vibrant blue.
Peter Pettigrew whimpered, taking out the dagger he had previously pressed against Draco's neck. His voice was halting, as if he were sobbing. "The flesh of my servant... is... voluntarily donated, so that... your master... may be reborn."
He extended his right hand, which was missing a finger, and swung it down while his left hand gripped the dagger tightly.
Harry, feeling much better, quickly closed his eyes.
Even if you cover your ears tightly, you can't stop the screams that pierce the night sky.
Dumbledore was about to reach out and put his hand on his shoulder to comfort him, Barty Crouch screamed again in a hoarse voice.
Karkaroff's wand pierced even deeper; if this continued, Barty Crouch would either be stabbed to death or bleed to death.
Peter Pettigrew right hand turned the water in the cauldron fiery red; without the raging flames on the surface, the water would surely have been blood red.
Dumbledore's expression was extremely solemn.
After a brief pause and a groan Peter Pettigrew staggered over, saying, "The blood of your enemy... forced to be offered... can bring your enemy back to life."
Dumbledore looked at the dagger clutched in his left hand and realized that the enemy he was referring to was Harry.
Whether it was Luke Wood disguised as Bagman or Karkaroff, who was suspected of being under the Imperius Curse, they both had countless opportunities to obtain Harry's blood.
To say nothing of recent events, Harry had his arm slashed by the Merpeople's spears during the Second Task. Although collecting blood would be troublesome, Voldemort could have easily restored his strength whenever he wanted.
Why? Why go through all that trouble to bring Harry here?
Because the ceremony needs an audience?
Wrong!
No one can guarantee that Harry will win the Triwizard Cup; Voldemort's target is not Harry's blood at all!
Dumbledore turned around abruptly.
A flash of cold light appeared quickly, and the white robe was gradually stained red.
Barty Crouch, his throat still dripping blood, pulled out a dagger and grinned maliciously, "Ah, you really did find out."