Chapter 177

The venue of the game was the Quidditch field, but Nietzsche moved away from the team halfway through the game and turned to the Forbidden Forest. Because Snape was still a Death Eater, he had to find a reliable partner.

I'm talking about you, Smaug!

This time he's the dragon rider, it should be more powerful.

Chapter 271 Guess who's here, it's me!

People began to enter the stands, and the warriors followed Professor Ludo Bagman to the Quidditch field. The entire field turned into a huge oval maze, and there were no telling what kind of traps were in the passages inside.

Grindelwald, who played Professor Grendel, stood behind Dumbledore, holding his wand high. A blue beam of light rushed into the sky, dispersing the clouds above his head and letting the starry sky cover everyone's heads.

Then, Dumbledore politely shook hands with each warrior, and when he walked to Hermione, the headmaster stared blankly at the necklace on her chest.

"It seems that I'm overthinking. So... I wish you good luck."

The headmaster chuckled and patted her shoulder. It looked like he was cleaning the dust off his body, but Hermione felt that there was something warm inside her clothes.

According to the score, Hermione was the first to set off, but she did not rush to the center of the maze, but groped for the way - the starting point of Krum in Durmstrang was at the entrance on the left.

When the final project of the Triwizard Tournament began, Nietzsche held a helmet made of basilisk scales, with his back to the fireworks rising into the sky. In the shining firelight, he saw a few people standing next to the dragon:

Quirinus Quirrell had a cloak on his arm, which was shiny and seemed to be woven from the fur of an invisible beast. He sat silently on a tree stump, admiring the wonderful scene in the sky.

From the Forbidden Forest, only the sky above the Quidditch field could see the night sky, as if the sky had fallen.

And Lockhart fiddled with his mobile phone impatiently. He was wearing a suit, but he still had a cloak tied behind him, like a handsome thief in the movie.

"Damn it, Quirinus! Why did you pull me here?" Gilderoy said angrily, "We agreed that I would deal with the Muggles and you would deal with the wizards... You clearly heard that woman talking about the mysterious man!"

That woman - the reporter Skeeter who made the entire magic world love and hate her.

Any electronic device will be interfered with by the magic energy field and lose its function after entering the magic world, so Gilderoy Lockhart put away his mobile phone decadently. If Nietzsche was not mistaken, the other party seemed to have gained weight.

"If Granger gets into trouble, you can just wait to go back to the magic world." Quirrell retracted his gaze and snorted a few times.

"Look at what you said... I mean---I can't help much." Lockhart rubbed his face and smiled, "You have gravity magic, what do I have? Memory magic doesn't work in a duel."

After staying with Snape for a long time, Nietzsche walked silently. The Norwegian Ridgeback sniffed, suddenly turned his head and opened his eyes, looking over with surprise.

Smaug was still smug, thinking that he had helped Hermione in vain.

If Dumbledore hadn't stopped her, she would have wanted to bite the referees to death... What did they mean by letting her be the first out for the sake of the balance of the game? Fortunately, Nietzsche came to play with her, didn't he?

"Be obedient~ I'll take you to another competition." Nietzsche looked at the dragon horn that hit him and quickly waved his wand to reduce the impact.

"Roar (good)!"

Smaug had been getting along with Nietzsche like this since he was a child. It was precisely because he could use magic to dissolve the huge impact force that she didn't need to control the power carefully that the relationship between them was so deep.

Seeing the movement of the fire dragon, Quirrell and Lockhart temporarily stopped bickering between the two sides.

"Are you really here?" Nietzsche breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, Lockhart is the least problematic. Although he is timid and afraid of trouble, he will be more obedient than anyone else if he is caught. Nietzsche's only worry is Quirinus Quirrell, after all, Voldemort has hurt him.

It is no exaggeration to say that Quirrell is the only wizard in the entire British magic world who can realize how powerful Voldemort is, except for Dumbledore.

"I have thought it through. Even a fool like Gilderoy can draw a clear line with the past, why can't I?" Quirrell mustered up his courage and stepped on his friend. "The Philosopher's Stone not only reborn my body."

With his mind and ability, Quirrell has become more powerful.

"And then reborn as a dead otaku who only stays in the laboratory every day?" Lockhart laughed, "Wait, then the whole magic world will know how the great Gilderoy defeated the resurrected Dark Lord."

Watching him pretentiously tidying up his hair with his fingers, Nietzsche unconsciously clenched his fists.

It's really crying Quirrell... Forget it, think about it on the bright side, the other party's communication skills and influence in the magic world are still very good.

The dragon's tail moved obediently in front of Nietzsche, and rubbed his thigh excitedly. After they sat down, Quirrell whispered a spell, and the purple light on his wand lit up, making the Norwegian Ridgeback in armor very light.

The fire dragon landed heavily on the wall of the Quidditch field, but the magical thing was that they were as light as paper and did not make any movement.

Nietzsche looked down at the entire maze from top to bottom. He could only vaguely see a few silver lights drilling in and out of it. Even if Lockhart took out a magic telescope to look, he could only see a few places that were not covered by magic.

"Potter entered the golden area... Do you know that magic? It's the inverted space."

At this time, a red spark rose high into the sky, dispersing the surrounding fog at the same time.

"Okay, no one wants to hear you show off insignificant things." Quirrell said indifferently, "Who is out?"

"Don't worry, let me see, the competition venue is imposed with the "fog of war", and there are not many places that can be seen." Lockhart turned around and aimed his sight at the area illuminated by the red flare, "It's the tall guy with a short hair."

It seems that the first one to be eliminated is Krum. Nietzsche saw Karkaroff on the referee's seat raised his head and gave him a grateful smile, and then hurried to the edge of the maze.

With the help of several professors, Krum was carried out.

After half an hour, Lockhart raised the telescope again, and he found that Fleur was also out.

The plan went smoothly. Hermione then began to walk into the depths of the maze. The further she walked, the dimmer the light emitted by the lightsaber became, and finally it was swallowed by the dense darkness.

Nietzsche frowned, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't hear Cedric's elimination.

"We can't see her anymore." Lockhart said doubtfully, "What then? If the crown cup is a portkey, we don't know when we will make a move..."

Time passed by minute by minute, Quirrell wrapped his head with a black scarf and breathed heavily, but this time he didn't continue to interrupt Lockhart's long-winded explanation.

Nietzsche took out the potion bottle as the 'portkey'.

At this moment, he couldn't lift any strength from head to toe, as if he had been cast a cartilage spell, and the magic power in his body was completely drained, and his brain sounded an alarm - the show was about to begin.

Nietzsche unscrewed the potion bottle, drank the vitality tonic inside, and put on the helmet that had been prepared for a long time.

The anti-curse helmet like a knight only left two triangular windows and a respirator.

"Grab my hand!" His voice became dull, "Mentos!!"

The portkey trembled slightly, emitting a burst of blue light, and everything around him began to twist. He felt himself being pulled in a certain direction with unstoppable momentum, dragged through the rotating picture, and the noise in his ears immediately subsided.

However, the Norwegian Ridgeback Dragon Smaug seemed to have no effect. Nietzsche opened his eyes and found himself in a wilderness.

The surrounding graves were crushed by the huge body of the fire dragon, and Hermione and Cedric were leaning against the dragon's legs, surrounded by a circle of Death Eaters.

There was also a huge pot and a thin-looking man wearing a black wizard robe in front of them, and Harry Potter could be seen lying on the ground unconscious, with blood flowing from his arm.

The other party's skin was paler than bones, with no nose bridge, only two long and thin cracks.

It was Voldemort, it was resurrected...

But what surprised Nietzsche was that there was another person soaking in the boiling crucible, showing a comfortable expression. His head was not bald like Voldemort, but had a small tuft of short black hair.

From his young appearance, Nietzsche recognized him-Tom Riddle.

The other party had no clothes, only the upper body was exposed, and he curiously touched the edge of the stone crucible with his hands, feeling everything around him curiously like a baby.

Riddle waved to the few people and shouted: "You are finally here."

Chapter 272 Dragon, Phoenix and Snake

"Father's bones, servants' flesh, enemy's blood." Riddle took a deep breath greedily, "Thanks to Peter's flesh and your blood...Resurrection tastes so good, come here...Peter...give me his clothes."

Peter Pettigrew, who had a whole arm broken, was completely confused. His mouse-like green eyes swept over Voldemort and Riddle, and then hurriedly tore off Potter's clothes and threw them to him.

Voldemort was dumbfounded, and so were the other Death Eaters.

"You are... This is impossible..." Voldemort looked at the servant viciously.

"Master, I did everything you told me to do." Peter sobbed, leaning on the ground and kissing the other's robe dragging on the ground.

The thin wizard robe could not withstand the evening wind, and Riddle trembled as he climbed out of the crucible, wrapped his clothes tightly, and sneezed a few times, but this made him more excited, and he began to observe his fragile body.

Finally, he dragged the unconscious Harry and threw him into other graves.

"Don't blame that poor guy, it's me who parasitized in Potter's body through the Horcrux... We already knew your resurrection plan, Voldemort, you don't know that Harry has your soul in him, right? Unfortunately, it's gone now."

"I devoured the remnant soul in Potter's body, I am a little more perfect than you, hahaha, so funny, hahaha..."

The way Riddle laughed was exactly the same as the face of Nietzsche when he saw the other's successful revenge in his childhood, full of malice and gloating.

He was not as cold as the Dark Lord, but more like a child who had completed a prank that no one dared to complete.

Nietzsche looked at Voldemort from head to toe, and found that one of his fingers was missing. Perhaps Riddle had taken away some of his flesh and blood during the previous resurrection ceremony.

As the other party said, Riddle was more like a human being than Voldemort.

"You are the part I split off! How dare you..." Voldemort raised his wand, his scarlet eyes became empty and indifferent, "In that case, I can let you and I enjoy the life of the mortal world together, and then pursue immortality together."

But Riddle made a surprised expression, covered his mouth, pointed at Voldemort, and turned his head to look at Nietzsche on the dragon's back.

"Is he deaf?"

"It's possible..." Nietzsche shrugged, "After all, you took away some of his flesh and blood, making him less complete."

"Oh~ Haven't I made it clear yet? The blood of the enemy... I hate you, Voldemort, you should have understood from the moment you thought that the part of you that was Muggle was more dirty and cut it off... And it's not just you."

Riddle tightened his clothes with one hand, and pointed at the surrounding shadows with the other hand.

When Nietzsche jumped down, the fire dragon spread its spiked wings and protected him and Hermione under itself.

"Are you okay? Did you succeed?"

He checked Hermione for any injuries, and then found that her face was just a little dirty. Cedric was not as calm and steady as her. He didn't care about anything and picked up the wand on the ground and pointed it at the Death Eaters.

"Originally, Hermione and I were competing in front of the trophy, but Potter proposed to win the championship together, so we came here... Those Death Eaters attacked us crazily, and then Hermione used some magic, and all the spells were reflected back."

Although Cedric was a variable, fortunately nothing happened.

He excitedly told everything that happened, from his almost elimination, to the surprise before winning the championship, and finally to despair. Even when he confessed to Qiu Zhang, he didn't have such ups and downs as today.

At this time, Voldemort noticed the few people who jumped off the dragon.

When the other party looked over, Nietzsche felt a strong pressure like drilling into his brain, and he tried his best to close his head.

"Quirrell~Why am I not surprised at all?" The other party's eyes flashed with hatred.

"Oh? I'm quite surprised." Quirrell said calmly, "I didn't expect you're still alive... I thought a rat like you wouldn't be able to survive in the sewer for long after losing the Philosopher's Stone."

He touched the opponent's sore spot - the memory that was too painful to look back on, just one step away from victory.

"Avada Kedavra!!"

Voldemort was stroking the snake that climbed up from his feet one second ago, and the next second he suddenly jumped up, the green light cut through the weeds on the grave, and shot at the people in front of him with the roar of death.

The most spineless Lockhart lowered his head and lay on the dragon like a bug.

The magic inside was unstoppable. The fully resurrected Voldemort was completely different from the previous ghost, but Quirrell resisted...Purple magic drilled out of the soil and changed the attack trajectory of the Kedavra.

The green spell sank into the land, without causing any explosion, but it made a large area of ​​plants wither and die.

They died...

"Kill them, kill! Otherwise I will regard you all as traitors!"

Voldemort's attack was just the beginning.

In the graves, the Death Eaters under each shadow began to move. They all wore hoods and used unknown magic to cover their faces with shadows. Light beams of different colors flew from all directions.

But Nietzsche was still not in a hurry, and even couldn't raise his spirits-this was far worse than Heilbronn's ambush.

Under this patchy attack, Nietzsche and Hermione could even fight back...He calmly turned his wand, shifted several wands, and slowly stepped towards the opponent, cutting a Death Eater in half.

Some people wanted to run, but before they could use the Iron Armor Charm, their throats were frozen by Nietzsche's magic.

Under the cold protection and triangular air filter, his breathing sounded very gloomy, and every breath seemed to knock on the hearts of the Death Eaters around him.

The scarlet light made Nietzsche look no different from the god of death in the dark night.

Several spells hit the dragon's armor, but the explosion only made Smaug more angry, and the fan-shaped flames instantly submerged the two arrogant Death Eaters.

Soon, a Death Eater found Lockhart who was shaken down, and the other party wanted to catch him and threaten him one by one.

"Disarm you!" Lockhart swung his wand in a panic.

A red beam hit the threatening Death Eater. Although the disarming spell failed as usual, it knocked the other party away, and the wand fell to the ground and spun...

In terms of effect, Lockhart succeeded in disarming the enemy.

"With just this little thing?" Quirrell panted and roared, "Voldemort, you are really going backwards as you live."

He raised the purple lightsaber high, and a magic power instantly covered the area. Then Nietzsche saw several Death Eaters being dragged underground by the magic power, and the bones of others were crushed.

Only Voldemort was not affected, and he didn't even shake.

"Don't worry. To be honest... I didn't expect you to come to me on your own initiative." Voldemort raised his wand, and green flames shot straight into the sky, exploding in the dark sky, turning into a pattern of a skull spitting out a snake's tongue.