At the outermost edge of the Quidditch field, thousands of people in black clothes wrapped around the Quidditch field spectator stand. They cut their own veins and slowly circled the Quidditch field like martyrs, pouring their own blood under their bodies.

among the land.

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"What happened? Why did so many inexplicable people enter the venue!?"

In the audience, Ludo Bagman's amplified voice echoed in the sky, and the air was filled with restless and crazy atmosphere.

All the spectators were staring straight in the eyes. Ever since the trophy was trampled to pieces by the strange guy who appeared out of thin air, their attention could no longer be taken away.

Then, when the big purple snake swept away Harry Potter, the audience started boiling like a frying pan. Some of them exclaimed, some covered their mouths in fear, but others raised their hats and cheered.

"Who is that? How can a baby talk?"

Ludo Bagman tilted his hat to one side and shouted frantically: "Wait... is that... is that Nico Flamel, the greatest alchemist in history? How could he appear here?"

This place... who can tell me what happened...!?"

His microphone was taken away slowly but without explanation. He looked up and saw a tall man wearing a black wizard robe standing next to him.

"Let me do it," Grindelwald said, "you are not qualified to explain this game."

He grabbed Ludo Bagman's clothes and pushed him down from the commentator's seat. Ludo Bagman fell into the crowd and was drowned by the enthusiastic audience. His face was instantly sprinkled with several cups of brown licorice juice.

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"Ladies and gentlemen, on this highly anticipated night, please allow me to introduce to you, the greatest black magician in history, Tom Marvolo Riddle."

The eyeballs on the maze plants all turned in one direction, and the audience saw the red-eyed baby covered in blood, with an umbilical cord hanging from its belly button, being held by Peter Pettigrew.

At this moment, he was chatting with Hoffa with a arrogant smile.

"This new friend has just arrived at Hogwarts."

Grindelwald's louder voice came from the stands: "That is, the Voldemort you often call."

The sound on the viewing platform was like having the volume off button pressed, and it instantly dropped to zero.

The audience's heads abruptly moved away from the arena and mechanically turned to the host's seat, looking at the tall man holding the microphone and talking.

Grindelwald: "As we all know, this legendary black magician has been in a state of decline since he was defeated fourteen years ago. Until today. However, recently, I received a commission, which is to help him in the safest place.

Resurrection. I thought, where else could there be a safer place than here?"

The people at the scene were divided into two groups. One group was mostly women and children. After hearing the name, they held their heads and screamed. They ignored it and almost went crazy.

But more male wizards stood up from their seats in the stands and yelled: "Asshole, who are you?"

"What have you been doing?"

"Stop joking!"

"Who gave you the courage, Helmet Man!"

Some people were cursing, and some people jumped off the platform decisively, apparated into the center of the Quiz field, or pulled out their wands and shot spells at Grindelwald.

Countless spells blew up the commentary booth to pieces, and wood and stones fell like raindrops. When some women were running away with their heads in their arms, Grindelwald appeared in the other half of the audience, and he continued to shout in a loud voice:

"Let's make a bet. After tonight, either Voldemort will rise to the top again, or he will be reduced to ashes and never be able to get up again.

And you have only two choices, either to prevent his resurrection or to help him resurrect."

"Kill him, and then kill Voldemort."

Someone said this, it seemed to be the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge. He was holding his wand in the crowd, just like Napoleon on horseback holding up his sword.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Put them all in Azkaban."

When officials from the Ministry of Magic rushed to the stands.

Just as that group of decent people rushed down the platform, another group of fanatical black magic enthusiasts invited by Voldemort stood up from their chairs, stopped them, and also pulled out their wands without mercy and fired spells.

For a moment, the entire stand was caught in a fierce and extremely chaotic conflict. Magic spells were radiating, and food and popcorn were smashed everywhere. Men's shouts and women's cries could not be heard.

The howls of werewolves rang out from the stands!

A considerable number of people in the audience transformed into werewolves. They had thick hair, swollen muscles, and sharp teeth and claws. In the chaos, they caught the ordinary wizards who were fleeing around them and bit them on their necks.

Tear with pleasure and drink blood.

Broken limbs were flying everywhere, and screams could not be heard without end.

"Ahahahahahaha~"

Grindelwald laughed heartily, as if tasting the most delicious wine, and opened his arms intoxicatedly among the chaotic crowd.

"Look, how beautiful and harmonious it is. As long as there is a fuse, we are just like men and women, blending together perfectly."

After laughing for a while, he showed a dull expression, looked at the fighting audience with boredom and indifference, took out his wand, calmly walked off the platform, and walked into the final maze.

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"Devil."

In the dense forest, Hoffa gritted his teeth.

He never thought that just a few days later, the Resurrection Stone would be taken away by Grindelwald again.

And just as the two were talking, the black mist covering the outside of the maze gradually dissipated, allowing them to hear and see the chaos outside the finals.

You can imagine that Grindelwald was also taking advantage of Voldemort's resurrection. Not only that, he even used his own thoughts to eventually create a large-scale chaos.

"Have you learned the resurrection technique?"

he asked Nicoléme.

"Do you think that with Voldemort's cunningness and my failure to stop you, he will hand over the most critical technology to me?" Nico Flamel sighed: "He won't. As long as you die, I will surrender completely.

He, he will give me the spell without any worries."

"Is this where he was resurrected?"

"It is indeed here. It is ready. Grindelwald has been helping him these past few days."

"Can I use ready-made ones?"

Hoffa immediately changed his mind.

Nico Flamel opened his lips slightly, and after thinking about it for a moment, he nodded: "Theoretically, it is possible. After all, as long as the three elements of blood, flesh, and bones are present, it is not difficult to create a body."

"Then we kill Voldemort and destroy this fragment of his soul. Then we put the tools used to resurrect him back to their original place for use."

Hoffa said categorically: "Now that he has not been reborn, the most important thing is for him to die. The chaos and war caused by him will soon end."

"Grindelwald will not sit idly by. Before he completes the ceremony, he will definitely continue this chaos." Nico Flamel looked at the high platform worriedly: "God knows how long he has been planning for this chaos."

"Then let him come. When he comes, I will take away the Resurrection Stone."

Hoffa clapped his fingers and said expressionlessly, "And his blood."

"Can you do it?"

Nicoléme looked at him with great worry: "You are too confident. How could he let you succeed?"

"Will you help me?"

Hoffa asked rhetorically.

After a moment of silence, Nico Flamel looked into his eyes, and suddenly stepped forward and hugged him. The hug came very suddenly, catching Hoffa off guard. Then Nico Flamel sighed and kissed him hard.

On his forehead, he held his head with rough palms, just like his grandfather and grandson before going to the battlefield.

Hoffa understood what he meant and who he was. In the end, without saying anything, he picked up Nicolas Flamel, put wings on his back, flapped his wings and flew high into the sky.

Not long after, he saw a secret corner outside the maze covered in thick steam. He flapped his wings and summoned strong winds to blow away all the fog.

In the mist, he saw an amazing scene.

On the grass, a big snake was meandering and swimming, firmly protecting the unconscious Harry Potter inside his body.

Next to the big snake is a half-rotted black wood coffin, which is Tom's father's coffin. In front of the coffin is a pool of water that is constantly boiling. Countless mysterious and unusual spells are carved on the edge of the pool. Those spells

A secret and powerful light shines in the darkness.

In this time and space, with the help of Grindelwald, Voldemort did not use the crucible to resurrect this time, but dug a pool on the ground, which seemed to be of a much higher quality.

Wormtail used his wand to scratch at the bottom of the edge of the pool. Suddenly, crackling flames burst out from the water. The big purple snake swam into the darkness and placed the frail baby Voldemort on the grass.

The liquid in the pool was boiling on the surface, but sparks were constantly shooting out of it, as if it were burning.

The steam became thicker and thicker, and the figure of Wormtail, who was tending the flames, became blurred. Voldemort collapsed on the grass and urged loudly: "Quick! Quick! Quick!"

Peter Pettigrew poked even harder, and after a while, the entire water surface was flashing with sparks, as if it were studded with diamonds.

"Hurry up!"

Nico Flamel also lay on Hoffa's back and urged him. The wind was so strong that he couldn't open his eyes: "The resurrection pool won't last long and will die soon. If Voldemort is completely resurrected, he won't give you a chance."
To be continued...