Vol 2 Chapter 691: cemetery

Harry felt his foot fall heavily to the ground, his injured leg twisted and then fell forward.
Harry immediately let go of the Three Wizards Tournament trophy, and raised his head with difficulty.
"Where are we?" Harry asked in a daze.
Cedric shook his head, he stood up and helped Harry up, and then looked around.
Obviously, the two of them have completely left the area of ​​Hogwarts. Maybe they have been there for dozens of miles—perhaps hundreds of miles—because even the mountains surrounding the castle are invisible.
Now they are standing in front of a big cemetery in the dark, a big yew tree and the wheel of a small church further away are faintly visible. A small hill stood to their left.
Harry could only vaguely recognize the outline of a beautiful old house on the side of the mountain.
The house felt familiar to Harry, as if he had been there before...
Harry has been to that house, that room, that person, that snake...
Harry was a little uncertain, but the weird atmosphere of the cemetery was stimulating Harry's nerves all the time.
Cedric looked down at the Three Wizards trophy, then raised his head to look at Harry.
"Did anyone tell you that this trophy is a door key?" he asked Harry.
"No," Harry replied, and he looked around the graveyard. It was so silent and a little dark. "Is this part of this mission." He asked Cedric back.
"I don't know." Cedric said. His voice sounded a little nervous, "Take out the wand, do you think it is good?"
"Okay!" Harry said, nodding quickly, he was very happy that Cedric made this suggestion, not himself.
They drew out their wands, and Harry had been looking around. He once again had the strange feeling that they were being watched by others.
"Someone is here," he said suddenly.
They squinted their eyes nervously in the darkness, and saw a dark figure approaching, approaching them from the middle of the graves.
Harry couldn't see the face clearly, but from the walking posture of the black shadow and his tight arms, he could tell what the black shadow was holding. I couldn't see who he was, he was very small, and he was wearing a large cloak with a hood covering his head and face.
The dark shadow came a few steps closer-of course the distance between them has been shortening-he saw that what he was holding in his arms looked like a baby...
Or is it just a pile of clothes?
Harry gently lowered his wand and gave Cedric a quick glance to the side.
Cedric replied with a puzzled expression. Then they all turned to stare at the dark shadow that was getting closer. that
The black shadow stopped beside a standing marble tombstone. Only six feet away from them.
Harry, Cedric and the man in black looked at each other for a while. Then Harry's scar broke apart without a sound.
He had never felt so painful in his life. The pain was so painful that he had to cover it with his hands, which also caused his wand to fall to the ground.
He bent his legs and knelt to the ground. He couldn't see anything, he just felt a splitting headache.
"Harry, what's the matter with you." Cedric's mood suddenly became tense, and he stood in front of Harry, "People over there, don't come over, otherwise..."
However, Cedric’s warning did not help.
Harry heard a tall, cold voice from a distance: "Kill the thin tall man."
They are going to kill Cedric!
Harry's heart shook, but the scars hurt him and he couldn't lift half of his strength.
The voice was hoarse and very weak, but Harry could feel the evil, the familiar feeling.
The black-robed man took a step forward, and then raised his hand, with a bone-like wand in his hand.
"Avada Kedavra (Avada Kedavra)!"
The bleak green light flashed across the night sky instantly.
Harry's scar had never been so painful that he had nauseated and retched, and then the pain slowly subsided.
Although he was afraid of what he was about to see, he opened his prickling eyes.
"Um, I'm sorry, excuse me, my friend." A tall figure stood in front of Harry.
"How about this tall and thin person? His body is very suitable, and he is also very talented. I think it can't be better to work for us."
"Did you like him?"
"No, it's just that I don't want to waste a good seed."
"Work for us?" The hoarse voice sounded again, and then...
"Like this," said the figure standing in front of Harry.
Harry seemed to see what was going on, but he had no ability to act at all.
Harry saw the figure leaning down, and then a strong breath of blood reached Harry's nose.
Harry started retching, but he couldn't vomit anything.
Fanlin naturally knew what was going on.
He and Tefrey came here together, in order to hide the fluctuations of Fox's journey through space~EbookFREE.me~ In fact, they came at the right time, at least, Voldemort had not killed Cedric.
However, it is not much better.
Tefrey's methods were also extremely bad. Fanlin finally understood what Tefrey meant. He wanted to choose Cedric before.
This is not simply to think that Cedric is stronger, he wants to turn Cedric into a vampire.
(Throw it to Twilight to play, Cedric, your lunch is here...)
However, this is always better than dying in the hands of Barty Crouch Jr.
Fanlin was behind Tefrey, and he cast his gaze on Barty Jr. and Voldemort in his arms.
"I think, I need to prepare an environment for him. Here..."
"Oh, of course." Voldemort said hoarsely, "you can take him away first."
"Thank you very much," Tefrey said, and he grabbed Cedric in one fell swoop and flew towards the castle in the distance.
And Harry was still a little dazed. The man should be a vampire. Anyway, the strong air made Harry a little breathless. Listen to them. Cedric was not dead and was saved by the vampire. But, Why Cedric...
Harry felt himself being pulled to his feet.
The man in the cloak had already put down the pile in his hand and picked up Harry's wand. Then he dragged Harry towards the marble tombstone. Harry saw the name on the tombstone with the faint light of his wand swaying.
Tom Riddle!
Then he was pushed around, with his back to the tombstone. The man in the cloak enchanted Harry with a thick rope and tied him to the tombstone. Harry heard the slight but rapid breathing under the hood. He struggled hard, and the man beat him a few times...