Trust Issues, Leave Me Behind to Collect His Body

"Another Portkey. It seems he's quite well-prepared," Adrian said calmly, his voice revealing neither joy nor anger.

"All students, led by their Prefect, are to return to the castle. No one is to linger at the arena," Dumbledore shouted. He then looked at Maxime and Karkaroff, "It seems there have been some unexpected developments in the competition. Please make sure to reassure your respective students."

"What about Delacour?" Maxime asked worriedly. "Hogwarts is responsible for organizing the Triwizard Tournament. If anything happens to Delacour, you will bear a large part of the responsibility, Dumbledore."

"I know that the most important thing right now is to avoid causing unnecessary panic."

Maxime sighed deeply and took Beauxbatons to the castle.

Karkaroff was stunned for a while before he came to his senses from the Fake Moody's speech. The Dark Lord was about to make a comeback. How could he, a traitor, expect to get away with it?

Run, you must run, and you must run fast.

"I'll go and appease the Durmstrang students right away." Karkaroff's voice trembled as he quickly directed the Durmstrang students to the Great Hall, while he himself quietly left the group halfway and disappeared without a trace.

"This is a major blunder by Hogwarts," Adrian said.

"I don't deny it," Dumbledore said regretfully. He knew that someone in the school was using Polyjuice Potion to impersonate others, but he hadn't considered Moody as a possible suspect.

First of all, Moody is a seasoned Auror with powerful magical abilities, so subduing him won't be easy.

Secondly Moody is physically disabled, making it too troublesome to Role-playing him. However, the actor actually played a disabled person for a year, and his personality and tone were exactly the same as Moody's.

Most importantly, Moody helped Harry Potter in the First Task, which completely ruled out Moody as a suspect, because someone who wanted to harm him would never try to help him.

"Miss Klein, do you have any way to find their location?"

"No."

"The Ministry of Magic will help find them," Fudge interjected. "The Auror will find them as quickly as possible."

"Thank you then."

Adrian said slowly and deliberately, having no hope whatsoever for the Ministry of Magic.

Finding someone to look after the magic is more efficient; by the time the Ministry of Magic finds someone, it will be too late.

At this moment, Jeans came over with a look of self-reproach. "I'm sorry, miss, he got away."

"Is Aaron alright? Has he contacted you?"

"Not yet, but the young master certainly won't have one," Jeans said confidently.

He was very certain of this, after all, he had personally trained Aaron for several years, and apart from not knowing his true strength, he knew him well in other aspects.

Their desire for opportunity is extremely strong; they can even find a way out of a dead end.

Moreover, the person who left just now mentioned that Aaron wouldn't be in any immediate danger, so there's no need to worry too much. Maybe he'll come back safe and sound tomorrow.

On the other side, the five people used the Portkey to land in a cemetery overgrown with weeds.

The place was eerie and terrifying, devoid of any warmth. Not far away stood a small church and a dilapidated old house, their long absence of habitation casting a dark and eerie aura over them.

"Where is this?" Phoebe swallowed hard. "Madam Maxime never said the trophy was a Portkey."

"Adrian didn't say anything either, but I think we'd better get out of here as soon as possible," Aaron said calmly, then drew his Wand and pointed it at Krum. "But before that, we need to eliminate any unstable elements in the group."

The atmosphere at the scene immediately became tense. Harry, Cedric, and Phoebe were all somewhat at a loss. Apart from cautiously drawing their Wand, they tacitly distanced themselves from the two.

Krum drew his Wand to confront him, and sneered, "So you're going to attack me now?"

I think this is a trap you set yourself, luring us all to this awful place to achieve your ulterior motives.

Aaron raised an eyebrow, and without much preamble, began to cast the Disarming Charm.

"Expelliarmus."

A pale red light knocked Krum's Wand away. Just as he was about to go over and subdue him, Cedric pointed his Wand at him.

"Don't move."

Aaron rolled his eyes, speechless. "You should trust me now."

"That's why I didn't act immediately," Cedric said. "You should give us an explanation."

"An explanation is fine, but we need to get out of here right away," Aaron said urgently. "It's dangerous here, and if we don't leave now, it might be too late."

The three remained unmoved. In their view, the cemetery was indeed quite eerie, but this place was clearly no more dangerous than the two abnormal Warlock.

"Damn it!" Aaron gave a wry smile, turning to look at Harry Potter. "It's okay that you didn't listen to me before, but this time you have to listen to me."

"While we were in the labyrinth, Viktor was acting strangely. Think about your dream; it's a conspiracy against you, and also against me."

Hearing this, Harry hesitated for a moment before making up his mind, "Let's leave here first."

"Harry ..." Cedric wanted to say something more.

"I believe him."

"Very good." Aaron nodded in satisfaction, and the next moment a Disarming Charm was cast on him, and the black Wand fell to the ground.

"Just in case," Harry said guiltily.

Aaron blinked, a strange surge of anger rising within him. "Harry Potter, you'll regret this."

And you two, if I wanted to harm you, would you even have the chance to stand here?

"We can launch Red Sparks, but now we don't even have the chance to launch them," Krum said calmly, bringing Aaron's trust back to balance.

Aaron:...

How come I never noticed before that Krum was such a good talker?

"Let's get out of here first." Cedric put away their Wand. "Harry, you and Phoebe watch over them. I'll go get the Portkey. Hopefully, we can teleport again."

Suddenly Harry felt a splitting headache, and the lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead burned like fire, more intensely than ever before.

"Ah!"

Harry clutched his forehead, letting out a painful scream, and even his Wand slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

"Are you alright, Harry?" Cedric asked worriedly.

"The trophy, quick!" Harry shouted with difficulty, already having a vague idea of what they were about to face.

Aaron was about to run to the trophy when, after taking only two steps, a blue-white ball of light landed at his feet.

"I don't want to lay a hand on you, so you'd better not do anything rash," Phoebe said somewhat awkwardly.

Aaron stopped in his tracks, looking at Harry Potter who was clutching his head and crying out in pain, and a bitter smile appeared on his face.

They had a chance to leave just now, but now the reaction of that scar shows that the real boss has arrived, and it will probably be difficult to leave again.

In the darkness, a figure slowly approached them.

He was short, wearing a hooded cloak, and carrying a crumpled dwarf in his arms.

"It's really too late now," Aaron murmured.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Cedric, pointing his Wand at them.

"Get rid of the people in the way," the dwarf said in a hoarse voice.

"Avada Kedavra".

A strong green light shot out from the figure's hand, heading straight for Cedric.

Aaron slid in and tripped Cedric, narrowly escaping the fatal Killing Curse.

"You owe me a life." Aaron pulled his Wand from Cedric's pocket, then looked at the figure. "Peter Pettigrew Peter, is it? I must say, you're much braver now than you were back then!"

"All you ever do is run away! You used Killing Curse the moment we met!"

Peter Pettigrew took off his hood, revealing a face that was both lewd and tinged with fear.

He didn't speak, but the dwarf he was holding said indifferently, "Long time no see, Gaius."

"It has been quite a long time. To have the infamous Voldemort keep me in his thoughts for so long, I am truly honored!" Aaron's expression was complicated, but he showed little fear.

Upon hearing this, Phoebe staggered back a few steps, almost falling to the ground, her body trembling uncontrollably. Cedric also pale-faced and silent as a cicada in winter.

They knew there might be danger here, but they didn't expect it to be this dangerous.

This is the Dark Lord! He's the shadow hanging over the entire Magic World.

Although he now appears to be just a weak dwarf, he is a person whom the entire Magic World considers taboo simply because of his name, and they have almost no courage to resist him.

"So, you orchestrated all of this?"

"I have a servant who is loyal to me and whose loyalty to me has never wavered for over a decade."

"It can't be this coward, can it?" Aaron said, looking at Peter Pettigrew with disdain.

"No, he obeyed my orders out of fear."

The Wormtail trembled slightly. "Master, I... I am loyal to you."

"Shut up, Wormtail, I can tell the difference."

"Yes, yes, yes, Master."

"Tsk tsk tsk!" Aaron shook his head and said, "What a lowly reptile!"

"Indeed humble, so humble that it's disgusting."

"He's still useful; I really can't live without him now." Voldemort made no attempt to hide his weakness, then changed the subject, "But I'll soon regain my magic, and that will require the cooperation of one of you."

"Harry Potter?" Aaron glanced at Harry, who was still in pain, and thought for a moment before saying, "You need him. If you want to be fully resurrected, you need him to be there or you need something from him."

"Cong Ai".

My servant infiltrated Hogwarts for a time, all so that Harry Potter could access the Portkey.

"This is my mother's grave. It's far from Hogwarts, and no one will look for it, not even Dumbledore," Voldemort said smugly, then told Aaron not to have any other ideas.

"Sigh!" Aaron sighed deeply. "Since you need Harry Potter, can you let us leave?"

If possible, could you please return Harry Potter intact after you've used him? If not, let me stay and collect his body.

Voldemort paused for a moment, then burst into laughter, his laughter interspersed with coughs. "You're still as funny as ever."

"Do you think it's possible?"

Aaron:...

It's good to have dreams, what if they come true!