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Chapter 697: The Death of Cedric
🕑 Added 2020-02-09 19:27:02 +0000 UTC"It's like I've been here before," said Harry slowly, his voice trembling a little.
"You’ve been here?" said Cedric in surprise, looking at Harry suspiciously.
"Yeah, I came to this place, but in a dream!" said Harry quickly, and kept looking around, "Absolutely, I remember the shape of the hill, and the yew … on that hill, there’s also an exquisite old house ..."
Harry would never forget that dream, which was so real and unpleasant.
He did not go on, if all this was real, not illusions or dreams...
Then Voldemort, the vampire, and the terrible statue of the evil god might be not far away, that was really terrible!
The surroundings were gloomy and silent. Harry could not help shuddering.
"I don't like this place!" said Cedric with a tense voice. "No matter what, we have to find a way to go back. You two stand up. I’ll help you untie the ropes tied to you…"
"Don't, get out of here!" said Evan directly, panting.
He didn't expect Cedric to come with him. If he ran now, he should still have time. There was no time to explain to him. Cedric had to leave the place at once.
If he ran away in any direction, there should still be a chance that Voldemort could not chase him...
"Get out of here?!" said Cedric. "Don't be silly, how can I leave you two tied up in this ghostly place? Besides, I don't know where this is. If you have any information, you’d better say it all ..."
He stopped abruptly and pulled out his wand as quickly as possible.
"Someone is coming!"
They squinted tensely, and a figure appeared in the thick fog, walking steadily toward them.
Could it be Voldemort? Or Caresius?
Evan couldn't see the man's face, but from the gait and arm posture, the man seemed to be carrying something.
He was very tall, a wizard Evan had never seen before. He was wearing a hooded cloak to obscure his face. As the distance between them kept narrowing, Evan saw that the man was holding what looked like a baby.
That was Voldemort. The wand hidden in his sleeve naturally fell into Evan’s hand.
Looking at Voldemort, like Harry and Cedric, Evan was very nervous and kept thinking about the plan.
If Voldemort was going to kill Cedric, he had to do it ahead of time! Although that was bad, he couldn't just watch Cedric die!
Dumbledore might be able to do this and give up everything to defeat Voldemort, but Evan still couldn't.
It was too bad that there should be such a big change...
Beside Evan, Harry's body suddenly shook uncontrollably, and his scar exploded with pain. It was agony such as he had never felt in all his life so severe that his head seemed to be about to split open.
He rolled on the ground, his hands tied together covering his face, and he could see nothing in front of him.
Because of the ropes tied together, Evan was dragged closer to Harry.
"Kill the spare!" said a cold voice.
There was a swishing noise, followed by a shrill shout piercing the air.
"Avada Kedavra!"
A strong green light blazed through everyone's eyelids. It was the Killing Curse. Cedric stood still as though he had been stunned.
The pain in Harry's scar reached such a pitch that he retched. Then the pain eased, and terrified of what he was about to see, he opened his stinging eyes.
He saw Cedric lying spread-eagled on the ground, dead...
For a second that contained an eternity, Harry stared blankly into Cedric's face, at his open gray eyes, blank and expressionless like the windows of a deserted house, at his half-open mouth, which looked slightly surprised.
Harry's mind couldn't accept what was in front of him, and he couldn’t feel anything but numb disbelief.
Cedric died like this, in front of him.
Who was next, him or Gabrielle by his side? Fear had gradually dominated him.
When the green light struck, Evan’s body had moved a little and stopped abruptly.
The rope that had been loosened, tied him up and Harry again...
Cedric wasn't dead; he was just stunned by the spell.
The Killing Curse flew over, and just as Evan was compelled to start, a strange shadow appeared beside Cedric, taking him away from the spot to escape the mortal attack. When they reappeared, Cedric had fallen to the ground, but he was not dead.
"Caresius!" The cold voice became even colder, with a chill penetrating into the bone marrow.
"Leave this boy to me, Dark Lord!" said Caresius flatly. "I will deal with him, I suggest you start that magic right away, Harry Potter is here. I think you can't wait!"
"You’re right, I can't wait!" said Voldemort in a cold voice.
Apart from Harry Potter, he had no interest in anyone else, and didn't care whether they lived or died.
Now that Caresius had done what was needed, he could take that boy away!
Caresius bowed slightly to Voldemort and disappeared into the air with Cedric. Before he left, he looked at Evan deliberately, and seemed to have recognized his disguise.
Caresius took Cedric away. What was this guy going to do? Turn him into a vampire?!!
Evan had heard this guy talk about it. He said he’d found many good seedlings among the students when he pretended to be teaching at Hogwarts.
Anyway, becoming a vampire was better than to die here.
No matter what his purpose was, he did solve a problem for Evan, who didn’t have to devote his energy to taking care of Cedric.
The cloaked man gently put down his bundle and walked over to Evan and Harry. Evan then saw him clearly; this guy was pale and had no trace of blood.
He didn’t recognize him. Maybe he was another vampire or some death eater. Voldemort would never lack loyalists, even if he was already weak and deformed.
The cloaked man came and dragged Harry and Evan to the middle of the wasteland, surrounded by black weeds.
Harry was desperately struggling, and Evan was motionless, as though frightened, observing silently.
"Get out of here ... Gabrielle, I’ll protect ..." Harry whined and could no longer speak. He could only kick his legs hard. The man had stuffed some black material roughly into his mouth.
