Harry Potter and the Dragon Prince

"Stop arguing, let's go together, but there is one thing to remember, listen to my instructions later."

When the four were arguing, Hema walked over directly, grabbed Ling Quanxue's and Hermione's hands, and pressed them on the Goblet of Fire.

Along with the other 4 people who were still in a state of confusion, they disappeared instantly, and then Harry and Charlene were also sucked in, and Kui 12 and Aisha not far away also followed!

But with a shock in the space, Dumbledore outside also got the feeling, jumped down from the stands in an instant, waved his arm, and instantly blocked all the audience around with a mask, and then cast a spell on Baba below. German fly away!

At this moment, Harry hit the ground with a bang, as if he didn't feel well. Although it was grass, there was no doubt that his left foot was crooked.

"Huh... what about the others?"

He looked around, but only saw one figure, which was Hermione who fell not far away. He ran over quickly, but before he could touch Hermione, a white light hit the middle of them. Curse!

He raised his head and looked not far away. A figure slowly walked over from the depths of the cemetery, but he couldn't see the other person's appearance clearly.

But with a clicking sound, he saw a wheelchair appearing in his field of vision first, and that figure was pushing the car forward.

As it got closer, he quickly took out his wand and pointed it at the comers. As the light became brighter, the gloomy light around them finally hit their bodies.

The familiar figure standing there made him startled, "Greyback!? Why are you here...in that wheelchair?"

Harry realized it instantly, and looked towards the wheelchair. The figure shrouded in black mist slowly revealed its form.

A stooped, thin, bald man appeared there. He leaned gently on the wheelchair, looking at him excitedly, as if he wanted to eat him in one bite.

Although his appearance had changed, Harry still felt this familiar breath, this familiar feeling right away.

"Voldemort?!"

"Harry Potter! We really haven't seen each other for a long time, the last time seems to be 3 years ago..." A deep voice sounded, and Harry also mercilessly threw a unconscious ground.

He didn't know what to do, but he had to protect Hermione and wait for others to rescue him!

But before the curse flew over, a purple light curtain blocked his attack. Voldemort slowly got up from his seat, and Greyback immediately helped him up.

A dozen or so figures in black robes and hoods came out, and 4 of them were holding a huge cauldron, and they were finally placed between Harry and Voldemort.

"You can't resist, everything has become settled, I will use your life to resurrect the real me, and then send you to meet your parents..."

After finishing speaking, he looked directly at Greyback behind him. Greyback waved his hand immediately, and several black vines flew out from the ground, bound Harry and Hermione, and hung them on the tree next to him. .

"hateful!"

"Let's get started, everyone." After saying that, Voldemort took off his outer robe, and jumped into the boiler, where the hot purple potion instantly swallowed his body.

His whole body seemed to melt and disappeared into the liquid. Greyback and several Death Eaters on the side also came to the middle and began to put in some strange materials.

After putting it in, Greyback took a deep breath, grabbed his finger, and bit it violently, blood splashed everywhere, and the little finger fell directly into the pot!

The purple potion splashed out a puff of dark blue smoke instantly, and then another puff of lavender smoke, and the people around chanted "servant's meat!"

Then looking at Harry at last, two Death Eaters walked up to him, took out a dagger, cut his palm, blood flowed out, and the other party quickly caught it.

Harry let out a low growl in pain, and kicked hard, but he didn't hit the opponent at all.

The opponent had already walked to the cauldron with his blood.

Looking at their actions, Harry has actually stepped on what they want to do, they want to resurrect Voldemort! Complete resurrection!

But at this moment, he couldn't stop it, and even wanted to kill him and Hermione in a while. He didn't want Hermione to cause "Hema!"

Accompanied by Harry's roar, there was no response in the cemetery, it was still so silent, only the potion in the pot kept surging.

"Everything has come to an end, Harry Potter, and it's useless if Hema Abbott comes, we've actually been prepared for it a long time ago."

Greyback grinned, and countless masked men flickered not far away. They were dark magicians with top blood, and there were at least 20 to 30 of them, and they were in ambush. If Hema appeared directly, it would be really easy Be targeted.

And not only that, with the sound of metal clicking, a dozen or so figures in silver armor and black armor appeared not far away and slowly walked out.

Harry also immediately thought of the blood at the top, there is a team, that is, wearing armor, the strong one is golden, the weaker one is silver, and the last is black.

Minutes and seconds passed like this, and a few minutes later, the boiling cauldron finally stopped stirring, and Harry also forgot about the past, but Hermione who was beside him slowly woke up.

"Harry?! What happened?"

"It's the Death Eaters and Top Blood. They cooperated to revive Voldemort... Hema and the others didn't come together... What should we do?"

"Cold salad!" Greyback laughed, the pot trembled, water vapor rose up, and in the smoke, a man's figure slowly appeared.

Still bald, still with that strange look, but at the moment it looked extremely powerful, and that dark aura wafted around again.

"Get dressed!" Voldemort roared, and two people around him put black clothes on his body, and then Voldemort walked quickly towards Harry.

"It's been a long time now, more than ten years... I can finally kill you!" Voldemort waited with two red eyes, shining with a strange light.

He reached out his finger and touched Harry's arm. Harry felt a cold sensation and his head hurt sharply.

Then he looked at Hermione on the side, "This is Hermione Granger, a powerful warrior, and an excellent scum!"

"Voldemort, what are you talking about?! Let me go, I want to be one-on-one with you!"

"Hey hey, what did you say? With me..." Voldemort was laughed at by Harry's words, and he felt a little rocked.

The people around also pretended to be very happy and smiled. Of course, the people at the top of the blood still watched them silently. Of course, seeing that there was no danger in their hands, they relaxed a little bit.

After laughing for a few more seconds, Voldemort calmed down, took a deep breath, and touched his wand, "If you want, you can try it, and you can even come together~"