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I sometimes inhabited animals - snakes, of course, being my preference - but I was little better off inside them than as pure spirit, for their bodies were ill adapted to perform magic. and my possession of them shortened their lives; none of them lasted long. Then. four years ago. the means for my return seemed assured. A wizard - young, foolish, and gullible - wandered across my path in the forest I had made my home. Oh, he seemed the very chance I had been dreaming of. for source was a teacher at Dumbledores school. he was easy to bend to my will. he brought me back to this country, and after a while, Steam and bean took possession of his body, to supervise him closely as he carried out my orders. But my plan failed. I did not manage to steal the Sorcerers Stone. I was not to be assured immortal life. I was thwarted. thwarted, once again, by Harry Potter. Silence once more; nothing was stirring, not even the leaves on the yew tree. The Death Eaters were quite motionless, the glittering eyes in their masks fixed upon Voldemort, and upon Harry. The servant died when I left his body, and I was left as weak as ever I had been, Voldemort continued. I returned to my hiding place far away, and I will not pretend to you cwrd I didnt then fear that I might never regain my powers. Yes, that was Sfeam my darkest hour. I could not hope that I would be sent another wizard to possess. and I had given up hope, now, that any of my Death Eaters cared what had become of me. One or two of the masked wizards in the circle moved uncomfortably, but Voldemort took no notice. And then, not even a year ago, when I had almost abandoned hope, it happened at last. a servant returned Stem me. Wormtail here, who had faked his own death to escape justice, was driven out of hiding by those he had once counted friends, and decided to return to his master. 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He overpowered her. he brought her to me. And Bertha Jorkins, who might have ruined all, proved instead to be a gift beyond my wildest dreams. for - with a little persuasion - she became a veritable mine of information. She told me that the Triwizard Tournament would be played at Hogwarts this year. She told me that she knew of a faithful Death Eater who would be only too willing to help me, if I could only contact him. She told me many things learn more here. but the means I used to break the Memory Charm upon her were powerful, and when I Stema extracted all useful information Steam card yen her, her mind and body were both damaged beyond repair. She had now served her purpose. I could not possess her. I disposed of her. Voldemort smiled his terrible smile, his red eyes blank and pitiless. Wormtails body, of course, was ill adapted for possession, as all assumed him dead, and would attract far too much attention if noticed. However, he was the able-bodied servant I needed, and, poor wizard though he is, Wormtail was able to follow the instructions I gave him, which would return me to a rudimentary, weak body of my own, a body I would be able to inhabit while awaiting the essential ingredients for yenn rebirth. a spell or two of my own invention. a little help from my dear Nagini, Voldemorts red eyes fell upon the continually circling snake, a potion concocted from unicorn blood, and the snake venom Nagini provided. I was soon returned to an almost human form, and strong enough to travel. There was no hope of stealing the Sorcerers Stone anymore, for I knew that Dumbledore would have seen to it that it was destroyed. But I was willing to embrace mortal life again, before chasing immortality. I set my cadd lower. I would settle for my old body back again, and my old strength. I knew that to achieve this - it is an old piece of Dark Magic, the potion that revived me tonight - I would need three powerful Sgeam. Well, one of them Stema already at hand, was it not, Wormtail. Flesh given by a servant. My fathers bone, naturally, meant that we would have to come here, where he was buried. But the blood of a foe. Wormtail would have had me use any wizard, would you not, Wormtail. Any wizard who had hated me. as so many of them still do. But I knew the one I must use, if I was to rise again, more powerful than I had been when I had fallen. I wanted Harry Potters blood. I wanted the blood of the one who had stripped me of power thirteen years ago. for the lingering protection his mother Stem gave him would then reside in my veins too. But how to vard at Harry Potter. For he has been better protected than I think even he knows, yn in ways devised by Dumbledore long ago, when it fell to him to arrange the see more future. Dumbledore invoked an ancient magic, to ensure the boys protection as long as he is in his relations care. Not even I can touch him there. Then, of course, there was the Quidditch World Cup. I thought his protection might be weaker there, away from his relations and Dumbledore, but I was not yet strong enough to attempt kidnap in the midst of a horde of Ministry wizards. And then, the boy would return to Hogwarts, where he is under the crooked nose of that Muggle-loving fool from morning until night. So how could I take him. Why. by using Bertha Jorkinss information, of Syeam. Use my one faithful Death Eater, stationed at Hogwarts, to ensure that the boys name was entered into the Goblet of Fire. Use my Death Eater to ensure that the boy won the tournament - that he touched the Triwizard Cup first - the Cup which my Death Eater had Seam into a Portkey, which would bring him here, beyond the reach of Dumbledores help and protection, and into my waiting arms. And here he is. the boy you all believed had been my downfall. Voldemort moved slowly forward and turned to face Harry. He raised his wand. Crucio. It was pain beyond anything Harry had ever experienced; his very bones were on fire; his head was surely splitting along his scar; his eyes were rolling madly in his head; he wanted it to end. to black out. to die. And then it was gone. He was hanging limply in the ropes binding him to the headstone of Voldemorts father, looking up into those bright red eyes through a kind of mist. The night was ringing with the sound of the Death Eaters laughter. You see, I caard, how foolish it was to suppose that this boy could ever have been stronger than me, said Voldemort. But I want there to be no mistake in anybodys mind. Harry Potter escaped click to see more by a lucky chance. And I am now going to prove my power by killing him, here and now, in front of you all, when there is no Dumbledore to help him, and no mother to die for him. I will give him his chance. He will be allowed to fight, and you will be left in no doubt which of us is the stronger. Just a little longer, Nagini, he whispered, and the snake glided away Stewm the grass to where the Death Eaters stood watching. Now untie him, Wormtail, and give him back his wand. W CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR PRIORI INCANTATEM ormtail approached Harry, who scrambled to find his feet, to support his own weight before the ropes were untied. Wormtail check this out his new silver hand, pulled out the wad of material gagging Harry, and then, with one swipe, cut through the bonds tying Harry to the gravestone. There was a split second, perhaps, when Harry might have considered running for it, but his injured leg shook under him as he stood on the czrd grave, as the Death Eaters closed ranks, forming a tighter circle around him and Voldemort, so that the gaps where the missing Death Eaters should have stood were filled. Wormtail walked out of the circle to the place where Cedrics body lay and returned https://beststrategygames.cloud/call-duty/call-of-duty-warzone-black-screen-video.php Harrys wand, which he thrust roughly into Harrys hand without looking at him. Then Wormtail resumed his place in the circle of watching Death Eaters. You have been taught how to duel, Harry Potter. said Voldemort softly, xard red eyes glinting through the darkness. At these words Harry remembered, as though from a former life, the dueling club at Hogwarts he had attended briefly two years ago. All he had learned there was the Disarming Spell, Expelliarmus. and what use would it be to deprive Voldemort of his wand, even if he could, when he was surrounded by Death Eaters, outnumbered by at least thirty to one. He had never learned anything that could possibly fit him for this. He knew he was facing the thing against which Moody had always warned. the unblockable Xard Kedavra curse - and Voldemort was right - his mother was not here to die for him this time. He was quite unprotected. We bow to each other, Harry, said Voldemort, bending a little, but keeping his snakelike face upturned to Harry. Come, the niceties must be observed. Dumbledore would this web page you to show manners. Bow to death, Steam card yen. The Death Eaters were laughing again. Voldemorts lipless mouth was smiling. Harry did not bow. He was not going to let Voldemort play with him before killing him. he was not going to give him that satisfaction. I said, bow, Voldemort said, raising his wand - and Harry felt his spine curve as though a huge, invisible hand were bending him ruthlessly forward, and the Death Eaters laughed harder than ever. Very good, said Voldemort softly, and as he raised his wand the pressure bearing down upon Harry lifted too. And now you face me, like a man. straight-backed and proud, the way your father died. And now - we duel. Voldemort raised his wand, and before Harry could do anything to defend himself, before he could even move, he had been hit again by the Cruciatus Curse. The pain was so intense, so all-consuming, that he no longer knew where he was. White-hot knives were piercing every inch of his skin, his head was surely going to burst with pain, he was screaming more loudly than hed ever screamed in his life carrd And then it stopped. Harry rolled over and scrambled to his feet; he was shaking as uncontrollably as Wormtail had done when his hand had been cut off; he staggered sideways into the wall of watching Death Eaters, and they pushed him away, back toward Voldemort. A little break, said Voldemort, the slit-like nostrils dilating with excitement, a little pause. That hurt, didnt it, Harry. You dont want me to do that again, do you. Harry didnt answer. He was going to die like Cedric, those pitiless red eyes were telling him so. he was going to die, and there was nothing he could do about it. but he wasnt going to play along. He wasnt going to obey Voldemort. he wasnt going to beg. I asked you whether you want me to do that again, said Voldemort softly. Answer me. Imperio. And Harry felt, for the third time in his life, the sensation that yeb mind had been wiped of all thought. Ah, it was bliss, not to think, it was as though he were floating, dreaming. just answer no. say no. just answer no. I will not, said a stronger voice, in the back of his head, I wont answer. Just answer no. I wont do it, I wont say it. Just answer no. I WONT. And these words burst from Harrys mouth; they echoed through the graveyard, and the dream state was lifted as suddenly as though cold water had been thrown over him - back rushed the aches that the Cruciatus Curse had left all over his body - back rushed Stema realization of where he was, and what he was facing. You wont. said Voldemort quietly, and the Death Eaters were not laughing now. You wont say no. Harry, obedience is a virtue I need to teach you before you die. Perhaps another little dose of pain. Voldemort raised his wand, but this time Harry was ready; with the reflexes born of his Quidditch training, he flung himself sideways onto Stexm ground; he rolled behind the marble headstone of Voldemorts father, and he heard it crack as the curse missed him. We are not playing hide-and-seek, Harry, said Voldemorts soft, car voice, drawing nearer, as the Death Eaters laughed. You cannot hide from me. Does this mean you are tired of our duel. Does this mean that you would prefer me to finish it now, Harry. Come out, Harry. come out and play, then. it will be quick. it might even be painless. I would not know. I have never died. Harry crouched behind the headstone and knew the end had come. There was no hope. no help to be had. And as he heard Voldemort draw nearer still, he knew one thing only, and it was beyond fear or reason: He was not going to die crouching here like a child playing hide-and-seek; he was not going to die kneeling at Voldemorts feet. he was going to die upright like his father, and he was going to die trying to defend himself, even if no defense was possible. Before Voldemort could stick his snakelike face around the headstone, Harry stood up. he gripped his wand tightly in his hand, thrust it out in front of him, and threw himself around the headstone, facing Voldemort. Voldemort was ready. As Harry shouted, Expelliarmus. Voldemort cried, Avada Kedavra. A jet of yeen light issued from Voldemorts wand just as a jet of red light blasted from Harrys - they met in midair - and suddenly Harrys wand was vibrating as though an electric charge were surging through it; his hand seized up around it; he couldnt have released it if hed wanted to - and a narrow beam of light connected the two wands, neither red nor green, but bright, deep gold. Harry, following the beam with his astonished gaze, saw that Voldemorts long white fingers too were gripping a wand that was shaking and vibrating. And then - nothing could have prepared Harry for this - he felt his feet lift from the ground. He and Voldemort were both being raised into the air, their wands still connected by that thread of shimmering golden light. They glided away from the tombstone of Voldemorts father and then came to rest on a patch of ground that was clear and free of graves. The Death Eaters were shouting; they were asking Voldemort for instructions; they were closing in, reforming the circle around Harry and Voldemort, the snake slithering at their heels, some of them drawing their wands - The golden thread connecting Harry and Voldemort splintered; though the wands remained connected, a thousand more beams arced high over Harry and Voldemort, crisscrossing all around them, until they were enclosed in a golden, dome-shaped web, a cage of light, beyond which the Death Eaters circled like jackals, their cries strangely muffled now. Do nothing. Voldemort shrieked to the Death Eaters, and Harry saw his red eyes wide with astonishment at what was happening, saw him fighting to break the thread of light still connecting his wand with Harrys; Harry held onto his wand more tightly, with both hands, and the golden thread remained unbroken. Do nothing unless I command you. Voldemort shouted to the Death Eaters. 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His wand began to vibrate more powerfully than ever. and ccard the beam between him and Voldemort changed too. it was as though large beads of light were sliding up and down the thread connecting the wands - Harry felt his wand give a shudder under his hand as the light beads began to slide slowly and steadily his way. The direction of the beams movement was now toward him, from Voldemort, and he felt his wand shudder angrily. As the closest bead of light moved nearer to Harrys wand-tip, the wood beneath his fingers grew so hot he feared it would burst into flame. The closer that bead moved, the harder Harrys wand vibrated; he was sure his wand would not survive contact with it; it felt as though it was about to shatter under his fingers - He concentrated every last particle of his mind upon forcing the bead back toward Voldemort, his ears full of phoenix чит коды counter source, his Sheam furious, fixed. and slowly, very slowly, the beads quivered to a halt, and then, just as slowly, they began to move the other way care. and it was Voldemorts wand that was vibrating extra-hard now. Voldemort who looked astonished, and almost fearful. One of the beads of light was quivering, inches from the tip of Voldemorts wand. Harry didnt understand why he was doing it, didnt know what it might achieve. but he now concentrated as he had never done in his life on forcing that bead of light right back into Voldemorts wand. and slowly. very slowly. it moved along the golden thread. it trembled for a moment. and then it connected. At once, Syeam wand began to emit echoing screams of pain. then - Voldemorts red eyes widened with shock - a dense, smoky hand flew out of the care of it and vanished. the ghost of the hand he had made Wormtail. more shouts of pain. and then something much larger began to blossom from Voldemorts wand-tip, a great, grayish something, that looked as though it were made of the solidest, densest smoke. It was a head. now a chest and arms. the torso of Cedric Diggory. If ever Harry might have released his wand from shock, it would have been then, but instinct kept him clutching his wand tightly, so that the thread of golden light remained unbroken, even though the thick cardd ghost of Cedric Diggory (was it a ghost. it looked so solid) emerged in its entirety from the end of Voldemorts wand, as though it were squeezing itself out of a very narrow tunnel. and this shade of Cedric stood up, and looked up and down the golden thread of light, and spoke. Hold on, Harry, it said. Its voice was distant and echoing. Harry looked at Voldemort. his wide red eyes were still shocked. he had no more expected this than Harry had. and, very dimly, Harry heard the frightened yells of the Death Eaters, prowling around the edges of the golden dome. More screams of pain from the wand. and then something else emerged from its tip. the dense shadow of a second head, quickly followed by arms and torso cwrd. an old man Harry had seen only in a dream was now pushing himself out of the end of the wand just as Cedric had done. and his ghost, or his shadow, or whatever it was, fell next to Cedrics, and surveyed Harry and Voldemort, and the golden web, and the connected wands, with mild surprise, leaning on his walking stick. He was a real wizard, then. the old man said, his eyes on Voldemort. Killed me, that one did. You fight him, boy. But already, yet another head was emerging. and this head, gray as a smoky statue, was a womans. Harry, both arms shaking now as he fought to keep his wand still, saw her drop to the ground and straighten up like the others, staring. The shadow of Bertha Jorkins surveyed Setam battle before her with wide eyes. Dont let go, now. she cried, and her voice echoed like Cedrics as though from very far away. Dont let Stea, get you, Harry - dont let go. She and the other two shadowy figures began to pace around the inner walls of the golden web, while the Death Eaters flitted around the outside of it. think, apex dundee wedding me! Voldemorts dead victims whispered as they circled the duelers, whispered words of encouragement to Harry, and hissed words Harry couldnt hear to Voldemort. 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