Harry Potter: I started checking in from Diagon Alley

This scene is far too challenging to the limits of ethical and psychological endurance.

Flesh and blood intertwined and changed continuously, eventually combining to form a thin and tall human figure.

A smooth, thin-lipped, noseless snake face suddenly appeared on the humanoid head.

His entire body was grayish-white, giving him an indescribable eeriness.

For a moment, everyone froze, staring in disbelief at the person who had been born before them.

Without any prompting or distinguishing features, everyone recognized him.

The greatest dark wizard, Voldemort.

Chapter 186 The Shattered Barty Crouch!

Harry stared intently at Voldemort, who had reappeared.

He instinctively wanted to escape, but he couldn't move.

He screamed in his mind with all his might, "Run! Run!"

However, his legs did not respond at all.

The most direct feeling Harry got from being so close to Voldemort was that he clearly realized his own insignificance.

This is different from calling someone by their first name in conversation or showing them contempt.

At this moment, Voldemort did not release his aura in any particular way.

But his presence was like a mountain, pressing down on Harry's heart, making it hard for him to breathe.

will die.

He was certain to die in front of this person; he had no chance whatsoever.

Extreme fear permeated Harry's body.

The same feeling is felt by others as well.

Apart from the Death Eaters who were originally on the verge of collapse but are now in a state of ecstasy.

Others included Barty Crouch, Ron, Hermione, and various officials from the Ministry of Magic.

They were all frozen in place.

The once noisy and chaotic battlefield suddenly fell silent.

They felt that if they were the first to break the silence, the consequences might be far more terrifying than death itself.

"Dress me up."

Just then, Voldemort broke the silence by speaking first.

The atmosphere in the woods froze, but no one dared to make a move.

Voldemort's voice was high-pitched and sounded like a snake forcing human speech.

At the end of each word, a faint hissing sound could be heard.

Voldemort did not need to make any statement.

The Death Eaters who survived a fierce battle nearby gathered around Voldemort as quickly as possible.

They lay prostrate on the ground, bowed their heads to Voldemort, and swore allegiance.

Barty the Younger walked over, trembling, picked up the black robe left behind by the Death Eater, and draped it over Voldemort.

Everyone, including Harry, seemed to freeze, staring intently at the scene.

A straightforward fact simultaneously came to the minds of those who witnessed this scene.

The Dark Lord has returned.

That terrifying sense of oppression could only be achieved by Voldemort.

Voldemort donned a huge black robe, making him appear even more terrifying.

Just looking at his face, many people were unable to move.

Voldemort raised his chin and glanced around. Those whose gaze swept over him felt a chill run down their spines, as if they were being watched by some powerful predator and could die at any moment.

Finally, Voldemort calmly said to Barty behind him, "You did very well."

"Master...Master!" Barty suddenly knelt down, crawling and grabbing Voldemort's feet, exclaiming excitedly, "You're finally back!"

“Yes… I’m back,” Voldemort said. “And that means many will pay the price for betraying me…”

Upon hearing this, the Death Eaters around him all trembled involuntarily.

Voldemort's gaze lingered on Harry, who was closest to him, and he said, "Boy who survived...we meet again."

His voice seemed to possess a magical quality, as if it could penetrate Harry's body.

Harry's mind went blank. The person who killed his parents was right in front of him. He had never hated anyone so much.

Fighting back the fear coursing through his body, Harry scrambled to his feet.

Before he could do anything, Voldemort simply pointed his finger in Harry's direction and said, "Crunch in the Heart."

The next moment, a sharp, piercing pain overwhelmed Harry.

He screamed and collapsed to the ground again, clutching his chest, his features contorted, his mouth agape, his face contorted in extreme pain.

Witnessing Harry's fate shocked the others who had originally intended to join the attack, and they had no choice but to stop.

Of all those present, not one could be a match for Voldemort.

The concept is very clear.

For a moment, only Harry's screams echoed throughout the entire forest.

After a moment, Voldemort ignored Harry, who was lying on the ground in excruciating pain, and instead reached out his hand to Barty Jr., saying, "Give me your wand."

“Yes, Master.” Barty, prostrating himself on the ground, offered his wand to Voldemort with both hands, then added, “Master, your wand is not with me right now, because I’m afraid my mission might fail… which would result in Master losing his wand…”

“Don’t worry,” Voldemort said. “You’ve done enough. Stand up and stand beside me.”

"Master!" Barty was so excited that his face was trembling. He stood up impatiently and stood beside Voldemort.

Just then, Voldemort suddenly asked, "Is that your father?"

All eyes immediately turned to Batty Crouch, who was standing in the shadows of the trees.

Batty Crouch's face turned deathly pale in an instant.

"Yes," Little Barty replied respectfully.

Voldemort asked again in a playful tone, "Tell me, do you hate him?"

Little Barty lowered his head and whispered, "He has been my enemy ever since he tried to stop me from returning to your side, Master."

Voldemort raised his head and said, "The loyal must be rewarded. You are entitled to make one request of me, whatever it may be, and it will be granted."

Little Barty trembled again, his eyes shining, and he raised his head and said, "...Master, then I hope to be able to kill my father."

Upon hearing this, Barty Crouch's expression changed drastically. He could no longer contain himself and moved away, attempting to Apparate away immediately.

Voldemort tapped his wand lightly, and instantly, the air around Barty Crouch froze, with layers of white vapor appearing.

Batty Crouch tried to stop Apparition, but it was too late.

Under Voldemort's magic, a solid layer of frost solidified on Barty Crouch's skin, instantly freezing him into an ice sculpture.

Then, Voldemort flicked his wand again.

Snapped!

The ice sculpture shattered instantly!

Barty Crouch, the Director of the Ministry of Magic, shattered into tiny ice crystals scattered in the air right before everyone's eyes.

Chapter 187 Taking a Risk!

"Owner!"

Upon seeing Voldemort kill his father, Barty Jr. burst into tears.

These weren't tears of compromise, but genuine emotion.

That's why he looked even more unbearable to look at at that moment.

"what!!!"

Voldemort's magic seemed to touch the deepest fears in everyone present.

Having witnessed Barty Crouch's death, the surrounding wizards were trembling with terror.

Immense pressure has filled their hearts.

escape!

At this moment, everyone had only one word on their minds.

Several wizards who had originally intended to support Barty Crouch lost their courage to fight Voldemort upon seeing this, and scattered and fled as the ice crystals shattered.

When one person starts to flee, it can also affect those around them.

Almost instantly, the massive exodus spread like a plague.

This also includes Aurors who were already considered elites among ordinary people.

Only a small squad of Aurors, led by Scrimgeour, managed to maintain order.

But to have them confront Voldemort head-on is undoubtedly a pipe dream.

On the contrary, they are also making an organized retreat.

Scrimgeour, the Auror's chief of staff, wanted to fight Voldemort to the death, but unfortunately, he couldn't make the decision alone.

Just watching Batty Crouch die like an insect in front of them was enough to make many people lose the courage to stay.

Scrimgeour had no way to force them to stay.

Voldemort did not stop the wizards who were running around, but instead laughed loudly, "Go! Tell them I'm back!"