I've already become a Hogwarts professor, and the system only just appeared.

Just as Harry was about to run toward the Goblet of Fire, a man appeared around the corner ahead: Charles Stewart.

Charles was also in poor condition; his wizard robes were torn in several places, and he looked at Harry with a weary expression: "If you want to get the Goblet of Fire, you'll have to get past me first!"

Harry also took out his wand. It was a matter of school honor, and Harry knew he couldn't give it up. Fortunately, his training in the Duel Club had given him some good combat experience.

"Abolish your weapon!" Harry launched the first attack.

Charles gracefully sidestepped the disarming spell, then pointed his wand at Harry: "Petrify them all!"

Harry didn't know advanced spells like the Ironclad Charm, nor did he possess the skill of using the Ironclad Charm to reflect spells. He could only do a lazy roll to narrowly dodge it.

Charles smirked. In fact, at the last moment before casting the spell, he slightly flicked his wrist, so that even if Harry didn't dodge, the spell wouldn't have hit him.

Su Yu, who was not far away, also shook his head. It was indeed a bit difficult for Harry to deal with Charles now.

So Su Yu transformed into Cedric once again and stepped out of the bushes behind Charles: "Petrify them all!"

Charles had no idea that there was someone behind him. The petrification spell struck him squarely in the back. He only had time to turn around and see who it was before he was turned into a stone statue.

At the last moment, Charles's thought was: "I hope Harry Potter can get the Goblet of Fire as his master plans."

That's right, this Charles Stewart is actually Barty Crouch Jr. in disguise. They found out that Ilfamoni would also be participating in the Goblet of Fire tournament.

Then Barty Jr. traveled all the way to America and set his sights on Charles Stewart, because Charles was powerful, aloof, and friendless.

Even his older brother rarely speaks to him, making it very easy for him to impersonate him.

Then, when Barty Jr. entered his name at Hogwarts, he stuck two pieces of parchment together, one of which read Harry Potter and the other Charles Stewart.

This trick allowed him to deceive everyone, including Su Yu's scouts and guards. The dragon rampage incident was naturally his doing, or more accurately, it was something he did together with Little Star.

Taking advantage of this lull, Barty transformed the Goblet of Fire into a door key, but to prevent others from accidentally activating it, he did not fully complete the spell.

Having just entered the maze, Little Barty finally finished modifying the Goblet of Fire, and while he was at it, he also took care of Fleur and Krum.

He originally planned to defeat Cedric and then deliberately lose to Harry Potter, allowing Harry to obtain the Goblet of Fire. However, Harry was faster than he expected, and Cedric had disappeared without a trace.

His only worry now is that Cedric gets the Goblet of Fire; if that happens, the plan to resurrect his master will be ruined again.

But Barty's worries were obviously unnecessary, since Su Yu's goal was also to resurrect Voldemort. He and Harry stared at each other for two seconds.

Harry didn't speak or make a move. He took off running towards the Goblet of Fire. Harry's idea was simple: whoever could grab the Goblet of Fire at the last moment would be the champion.

But just as Harry was halfway there, a giant spider, more than three meters tall, suddenly burst out from the vine wall beside him.

With a slight forward thrust, Harry was sent flying against the opposite wall by the immense force. The spider's eight enormous compound eyes stared intently at Harry, while its massive chelicerae opened and closed repeatedly, inching closer to him.

"Thunderous Explosion!" A fiery red spell struck, blasting a huge gash in the spider's side, from which green slime slowly oozed out.

The spider staggered forward two more steps, almost reaching Harry, before finally collapsing at Harry's feet.

Harry breathed a deep sigh of relief, feeling as if he had come back to life. He turned to Su Yu and said, "Thank you, Cedric!"

Su Yu came to Harry's side, pulled him up, and asked, "So, do you really want this trophy?"

Harry nodded, but then shook his head: "He should belong to you. Just now, you saved me twice. You are the true Hogwarts hero."

"That's not how the rules work!" Su Yu said. "According to the rules, whoever gets this trophy first is the ultimate champion and will gain worldwide recognition! Don't you want that?"

“I really want it,” Harry said honestly, “but I don’t deserve it right now. It should belong to you!”

Harry's eyes were full of sincerity, which pleased Su Yu. Although Harry, the protagonist, had various flaws throughout the story, kindness and integrity remained his core qualities.

"Alright, let's get it together!" Su Yu suggested.

"Together?" Harry was incredulous, but he was immediately intrigued and asked, still somewhat incredulous, "Really? Together?"

"Let's go, what are we waiting for!" Su Yu didn't explain any further, and pulled Harry along as they walked towards the Goblet of Fire.

The two stood on either side of the Goblet of Fire, which burned with a pale blue flame, a beautiful sight.

They exchanged a glance, Harry still somewhat uncertain: "Are we really going to come together? It would be an unparalleled honor."

Su Yu curled his lip. What supreme glory? Such a thing is probably only incredibly precious in the eyes of a little wizard like Harry. Su Yu said, "I'll count to three, and then we'll go and catch it together."

"One...two...three!" As Su Yu said the number three, the two of them grabbed the arm of the Goblet of Fire together.

The next moment, it was as if a hook had snagged their navels, and then they were dragged into a washing machine. After a dizzying spin, Su Yu saw a familiar place.

Sure enough, it was this place, the cemetery outside the Gaunt mansion. The moment Su Yu appeared, he cast a Disillusionment Spell on himself to hide.

Not far away, Peter Pettigrew rushed over with his wand in hand. He was full of vigor and pride, completely unlike the timid Peter Pettigrew he used to be.

Chapter 258 The Dark Lord Returns (Part 2)

Peter Pettigrew, not seeing Su Yu, burst into laughter: "Harry Potter, welcome to the great Voldemort's return party!"

"Disarm!" Harry recovered and didn't see Su Yu, but facing Peter Pettigrew, he had no time to think about it and immediately cast a Disarming Charm.

With a simple flick of his wrist, Pettigrew deflected the spell, sending Harry flying. His wand landed in Pettigrew's hand.

Grabbing Harry's hair, Pettigrew brought his fat, ugly head close and said, "You really are just like your father, impulsive, irritable, and utterly unlikeable."

"But it's alright, I forgive you, because soon you will be helping my great master, Lord Voldemort, to be resurrected. Submit to Lord Voldemort's feet."

As they spoke, Pettigrew dragged Harry along towards the hut in the distance. At the entrance of the hut was a large pot that looked exactly like the one from last time.

Su Yu didn't follow. He knew Voldemort wouldn't let anyone kill Harry, and Harry was still very safe.

His attention was entirely focused on the system at that moment. Just as he and Harry received the Goblet of Fire, the system sent him a notification.

Ding! Congratulations! As a Hogwarts Warrior, you have won the Goblet of Fire for Hogwarts School. You are awarded three free skill points!

What a pleasant surprise! According to the system's settings, he should be in the same fourth year as Harry, able to represent the school and win the Goblet of Fire. Three free skill points are indeed reasonable.

While still under the illusion spell, Su Yu went behind a tree, transformed into a raven, and then flew out again, landing on a tree next to the large cauldron.

As the Gaunt family cemetery, it's perfectly normal to have a few ravens here, and Little Pettigrew didn't find anything unusual.

Reaching the cauldron, Pettigrew recited the resurrection ritual again. He first cut a wound on Harry's arm, sprinkled his blood into the cauldron, and then chanted, "Blood of the enemy!"

Next, Peter Pettigrew cut off one of his ears. During the last ceremony, he cut off his hand, which Voldemort later restored with magic.

However, the magically restored hand is not a real hand, but a human prosthetic limb based on shapeshifting. So this time, Pettigrew was smarter and no longer cut off parts that were too important.

Despite the pain, Little Pettigrew threw his ear into the pot, looking somewhat like a classic Chinese villain, One-Ear!

“Servant’s flesh!” Little Star said, picking up a bone from the plate beside him and throwing it into the pot as well: “Father’s bone!”

Finally, Little Star opened a black package next to him, inside which was Voldemort, his face wrinkled and extremely weak.

With a splash, Voldemort was thrown into the pot of thick green liquid. As it boiled over the flames, large bubbles rose to the surface. This resurrection went incredibly smoothly, and no one tried to stop him.

The next moment, the green flames at the bottom of the pot blazed up, engulfing the entire pot. The flames shot up to two or three meters high, and even Little Star nervously took several steps back.

As the flames gradually died down, a pale, bald, ugly man with no nose and completely naked emerged from them—it was the Black Demon King.

Voldemort walked gracefully, extending his long, slender fingers and flicking them lightly, a black robe fell onto his body. He carefully examined his hand, then exclaimed excitedly, "Hahaha... Finally, I'm back!"

Pettigrew was also very excited. He knelt on the ground, holding Voldemort's wand high in his hand, and moved forward on his knees until he reached Voldemort's side. He said excitedly, "Great master, you have finally woken up. I am your most loyal servant, Pettigrew!"

"Loyalty? You don't deserve it. You're just a coward. But you did a good job this time, consider this a reward!" Voldemort said, waving his wand.

Pettigrew's ears grew back, still prosthetic limbs created by Transfiguration, but in terms of function, they were exactly the same.

At the same time, Little Pettigrew felt a surge of magic flow into his body, greatly enhancing his magical power. He excitedly prostrated himself on the ground, saying, "Thank you for your blessing, Master!"

"Wormtail, stretch out your hand!" Voldemort's tone was icy, full of condescending authority.

"Yes, Master!" Little Star didn't hesitate and stretched out his right hand.

Voldemort bent down, pulled up the arm, and rolled up the sleeve to the elbow. There was something on the skin there—a bright red tattoo.

A snake emerged from the mouth of a terrifying skull—the very symbol most commonly used by Death Eaters: the Dark Mark.

Voldemort examined it closely, completely ignoring Pettigrew's uncontrollable sobs: "I'm back, they'll all sense it... Now, we'll see..."

As he spoke, Voldemort pressed his long, pale index finger against Pettigrew's arm, and Pettigrew let out another wail.

When Voldemort removed his fingers from the mark on Pettigrew's arm, the mark turned black.

Voldemort's face revealed a cruel, triumphant expression. He straightened up, tossed his head back, scanned the dark graveyard, and continued what he hadn't finished saying:

"After sensing it, how many people will have the courage to come back? And how many will be foolish enough not to come?"

He began pacing back and forth in front of Harry and Pettigrew, glancing at the graveyard every now and then. After about five or six minutes, the air was suddenly filled with the rustling of cloaks.

Among the graves, behind the trees, in every dark corner, the sorcerer's phantom appears.

They were all wearing hoods and their faces were covered. They came over one by one... very slowly and cautiously, as if they couldn't believe their eyes.

Voldemort stood there silently, waiting for a Death Eater to kneel down, crawl to Voldemort, and kiss the hem of his black robe.

“Master…Master…” he called softly.

The Death Eaters behind him did the same; each of them crawled on their knees to Voldemort's side, kissed his robes, then stepped aside, stood up, and silently formed a circle.

Surround it with Tom Riddle's grave, Harry, Voldemort, and Pettigrew, who is lying on the ground sobbing and convulsing.

However, some gaps remained in the circle, as if waiting for others to join, but Voldemort seemed to no longer expect anyone to come.

He looked around at the hooded faces, and although there was no wind, there seemed to be a slight rustling sound passing through the circle, as if the circle had shivered.

“Welcome, Death Eaters,” Voldemort said calmly. “Thirteen years…thirteen years since our last gathering, yet you answer my call as you did yesterday…that means we are still united under the Dark Mark! Is that so?”

Chapter 259 Shocking the Magic World

Voldemort raised his狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) face, opened his two narrow nostrils and sniffed: "I smell the stench of guilt..."

The circle of Death Eaters trembled, as if each of them wanted to retreat but dared not move.

“I see you all, healthy and unharmed, your magic as strong as ever, and you arrive so quickly! I ask myself… why haven’t these wizards come to help their master, to help those they have sworn to serve forever?”

No one spoke, no one dared to move, only Little Star raised his head and looked at Voldemort with anticipation.

“I answered myself,” Voldemort said softly, “they must have believed I was finished, that I was dead, and they slipped back into my enemies’ midst, claiming they were innocent, unaware, and under a spell…”

"I asked myself again, why do they believe I can't make a comeback? Don't they know I took precautions to prevent death a long time ago?"

"Didn't they witness me prove my boundless potential countless times when I was more powerful than any wizard?"

“I answered myself, perhaps they believe there is a greater power that can defeat Voldemort… perhaps they have now pledged allegiance to someone else… maybe it is that leader of the commoners, the protector of Mudbloods and Muggles, Albus Dumbledore?”

Upon hearing Dumbledore's name, the members of the circle stirred, some muttering to themselves and shaking their heads incessantly.