Chapter 1711: ?Door key

The Sphinx didn't tell Harry that there were other monsters in the passage behind her. Harry, who was sprinting with all his heart, was ambushed by a giant spider and almost died.
This spider was a bit like the big pet that Hagrid kept in the forbidden forest, but it was not that big and not that hairy.
But these eight-legged ghosts are not as harmless as Hagrid said.
After being pierced through the robe, trousers and thighs by the sharp claws, Harry used a series of obstacles to curse and let the spider knock itself on the "air wall" and fainted.
The boy tore off a strand of the robe, pulled the long black hair behind his ears, bit his wand, and tied the strip of cloth to the root of his thigh.
"Well!"
He let out a low moan full of tough guy breath, spit out his wand, wiped the sweat from his head.
This is an emergency treatment method taught to them by sports professors during class, which can slow down the blood loss in a short time and live longer.
Harry didn't like gym classes before, but when he developed a strong muscle, things changed. He gradually realized the benefits of being strong.
For example, he has more energy, runs faster, and will not be bullied by Dali when he goes home during summer vacation.
It was the same now. The muscles on the thighs blocked the spider's teeth from piercing the entire leg, and the blood loss was still under control. If it was still before, I wasn't even sure if I could escape the sudden attack in the dark.
Harry sat on the grass with his teeth grinning. Not far away was the spider with eight feet turned into a coma. His torn robe was covered with some viscous transparent liquid, which was secreted from the spider’s mouth. poison.
He tried to stand up, but his legs trembled so much that he couldn't support the weight of his body. He moved his body a few times with his hands, trying to get himself up by the support of the hedge nearby.
The boy did it. For his parents and girlfriend, Gryffindor’s little lion aroused strong willpower, even though it made him breathe more.
Now, the warrior from Gryffindor is only a few tens of meters away from the Top Ten Cup, and he can almost see the beautiful silver pattern.
Hermione did not show up, that is to say, Harry won. He was the first person to find the trophy. He did not rely on his mother to cheat, but did it by relying on his new skills.
He hopped to the trophy and stretched out his hand to grab the ear-like handle of the cup.
However, as soon as he touched it, he suddenly felt that the position of his belly button was pulled, his feet left the ground, but he could not release the hand holding the trophy. It dragged him with the whistling wind and the color of rotation. Flying forward in the middle, the surrounding space is full of colorful distortions.
After dozens of seconds, he felt his feet touch the ground, his injured leg became soft and he fell to the ground.
At this time, his hand finally let go of the trophy. The beautiful big silver cup rolled out like a log in the dark night for a long time. He raised his head and looked at the surroundings vigilantly.
No one had ever told him that the trophy was a door key, nor had he heard of any play-offs.
And the thing that prevented the trophy from rolling towards the low-lying place just now is actually a tombstone?
Harry didn't think it was a good idea to start the game in the graveyard to disturb the dead.
But now, there is nothing to fault, he hugged a tombstone, propped himself up, and drew out his wand and leaned on it, fully guarded.
He had that strange feeling again, as if someone was watching him.
It is true, someone is coming.
The boy squinted nervously and looked into the darkness. There was lightning in the dark clouds in the sky, and a figure walked towards him step by step in the forest of tombstones. It was like a mass grave.
Harry couldn't see the man's face, but judging from the gait and arm posture, the man seemed to be holding something, not big, maybe a cat.
The visitor was short in stature, wearing a hooded cloak and covering his face.
It was getting closer again, the distance between the two sides was shrinking, and Harry could see that the thing the man was holding looked like a baby, or was it just a bag of clothes?
The wand in his hand was lowered a bit. He didn't want to hurt people. If this is a Muggle cemetery, he must make sure that the existence of the wand and the secrets of the wizarding world are not revealed.
It's just that he didn't think about it. The final start time is 8 o'clock in the evening, and after a few hours of running down the huge maze, it is now 3 o'clock in the middle of the night.
How can a normal person go to the grave in the middle of the night?
The man stopped in front of a towering marble tombstone, only twenty meters from Harry, and the boy stared at the little figure.
To be precise, it was looking at the creature in the cloth bag he was holding.
Suddenly the lightning scar on Harry's forehead became so severe that he had never felt such a sharp pain in his life.
The wand slid to the ground, he covered his face with his hands, and his legs fell to the ground. The whole person was not well, and he rolled over with pain.
It was pitch black in front of me, I couldn't see anything, my head seemed to burst.
He could only hear someone say coldly above his head, "Harry Potter? Dressed up like Snape... It's surprising."
Harry reluctantly raised his head and stared blankly at the thing in the cloak, or the only recognizable eye of the thing.
In the shadow of the envelope, only the creature's emotional red eyes, like the windows of an abandoned house, are still submerged under the cover of darkness.
For some reason, Harry knew exactly what the monster in the package was. It was Voldemort!
Don't ask how he knew it, even though people say that Voldemort was dead long ago, every cell in Harry's brain and the beating heart in his chest were telling him another answer.
As if the memories of his infancy had returned to his mind, he saw how Voldemort killed his mother.
But with a splitting headache, he couldn't resist at all, his head was full of noise and screams.
At this moment, he felt that he was being dragged.
The short man in the cloak had already let go of his baggage and lit his wand. It was he who grabbed Harry, who was too painful to fight back, and dragged it towards the marble gravestone.
When the boy was pushed back and hit the tombstone, under the light of lightning in the sky, he saw a name on the tombstone.
Tom Riddle
The man in the cloak used magic to conjure a rope and tied Harry tightly to the tombstone, wrapping it around from neck to ankle, only to hear a rapid chick from under his hood, like something Like livestock.
Farther away from Voldemort, the boy regained some strength. He struggled hard, but the man hit him, and the hand he was using was missing a finger.
Harry knew who was in the hood. It was Scabbers, no, Wormtail, and it was also Peter Pettigrew, the traitor who killed his mother!
"It's you, scum!"
But Wormtail did not answer. He had already tied the rope and was busy checking whether it was tight.
His fingers trembled uncontrollably, groping for the knots one by one, and when he was sure that Harry had been bound so strongly that he could not move anymore, he took out a piece of coal from his cloak and stuffed it roughly. The sharp mouth makes the boy unable to speak.
Then he hurried away.
Harry couldn't make a sound, and he couldn't see where Peter had gone, because he couldn't turn his head to look behind the tombstone. Harry guessed that he was going to get the baby Voldemort.
As the returning footsteps approached, Harry's scars ached again.
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The dwarf star's wheezing gasps rang again, and he seemed to be pushing something heavy in the dark.
Then he entered Harry's sight from behind the tombstone and pushed a huge pot to the side of the grave. The cauldron seemed to be full of water, because Harry heard the sound of liquid splashing.
This cauldron was much larger than any cauldron the boy had ever used, and perhaps the bathtub of a rich man was nothing more than that, but Harry knew that Voldemort was definitely not kind enough to entertain himself here and arrange a bath or sauna for himself.
Maybe you want to cook yourself? Maybe... After all, Voldemort's baggage twisted more vigorously, as if he couldn't wait to break free.
Wormtail was busy using his magic wand to dash at the bottom of the cauldron. Suddenly a crackling flame sprang up under the cauldron. The boa constrictor obviously didn't like fire. It retreated so far, only the sound of scales rubbing could be heard in the darkness.
The liquid in the cauldron seemed to heat up very quickly, and the water surface not only began to boil, but also burst out sparks, glowing green like fireworks.
The steam thickened, the figure of Wormtail looking after the flames became blurred, and the burden moved more anxiously, and Harry heard Voldemort's sharp, cold voice again.
"fast!"
Now the entire surface of the water was flashing, reflecting the brilliance of the denser lightning in the sky, and the boiling bubbles seemed to be countless large and small crystal balls.
"The medicine is ready, my master."
The little dwarf saluted the baggage only consensually, and even knelt down on the ground, his face full of flattery.
"It's now......"
Voldemort's voice sounded like a viper spitting a letter.
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