"Spider." As Aiden guessed the riddle correctly, the Sphinx stepped aside gracefully.
Behind the Sphinx, at the end of the path, a glowing trophy was waiting for the two of them with magical radiance.
"!" Harry began running toward the trophy with determination.
Actually, with Aiden's demigod physical capabilities, Harry couldn't possibly outrun him, but with Aiden's deliberate restraint, he was only slightly faster than Harry.
Suddenly, a large black spider burst out from the hedge and pounced on Aiden with aggressive intent.
"Be careful," Harry said, paying no attention to the trophy.
Without hesitation, he fired a spell at the spider. "Expelliarmus!"
A red beam shot out, and the spider was directly blasted away.
Aiden smiled as he stood up from the ground, and Harry looked at him with obvious concern.
"You take it, Aiden. Victory belongs to you," Harry said, raising his hand to yield.
"No, this trophy belongs to you, Harry Potter, to the champion who possesses the highest moral character," Aiden said, raising his hand in a gesture of invitation.
"No, I..." Harry still wanted to yield when suddenly he had a better idea.
"Let's take it together! After all, no matter which of us wins, the glory belongs to Hogwarts!" Harry suggested with enthusiasm.
"Haha, good!" Aiden said with a genuine smile.
He helped Harry come to the trophy. "Three," Aiden said, his hand coming to the right handle.
"Two," Harry said, his hand coming to the left handle.
"One," both said in unison. Both grabbed the trophy together.
The blue glow inside the trophy enveloped them both, and under spatial fluctuations, they were transported to a dark graveyard.
"Oh, this trophy is a Portkey," Aiden said, feigning surprise.
"Have I been here before?" Harry said, beginning to look around and placing his hand on Riddle's tombstone.
"Aiden, we need to get back to the trophy now!" Harry said, turning back to look at Aiden.
"What are you talking about?" Aiden asked, looking at him with puzzled confusion.
Creak, the squeaking sound of a wooden door opening rang out, and the cauldron before them also burst into flames.
"Ah!" Harry immediately clutched his forehead and knelt down in pain.
"Harry," Aiden said, stepping forward to support him with apparent concern.
"Kill the spare!" a weak voice rang out from the shadows.
"Avada Kedavra!" A green beam shot toward Aiden.
'Aiden' was struck by the curse and fell to the ground motionless.
"No, Aiden!" Harry cried out in anguish.
Wormtail Peter used Transfiguration to lock Harry to a statue with magical bonds.
"Hurry up and get to work," the weak voice said again with impatience.
Wormtail Peter threw Voldemort from his arms into the bubbling cauldron.
"Bone of the father, unwillingly given."
Peter pointed his wand at Riddle's grave, and a strange-looking bone floated out from inside with eerie light.
The bone burst into flames above the cauldron and then was thrown into it.
"Flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed!"
Peter raised the dagger, hesitated for a long time, finally cut down, and let out a scream of agony.
Finally, he tremblingly came before Harry, grabbed his wrist and cut a wound.
"Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken."
Holding up the blood on the dagger and letting it drip into the cauldron, Wormtail immediately ran away in terror.
The entire cauldron burned up, turning into black particles.
The boiling liquid in the centre began to form a graceful body, then the particles gathered, becoming robes draped over "his" body.
"The Dark Lord is about to return!" Wormtail murmured with reverence.
Accompanied by Harry's screams, Voldemort had returned!
The reborn Voldemort stroked her own long hair... long hair?
She suddenly opened her eyes, blood-red pupils revealing confusion.
"Mas... Master, Master, Master," Peter stammered, already becoming incoherent.
Voldemort raised her palm, and Peter's wand flew toward her.
With a casual wave, a mirror rose from the ground. In the mirror, a black-haired beauty was examining herself with the same puzzled gaze.
Voldemort stared in shock. "..."
"Wormtail, what have you done!" A voice filled with queenly authority came from Voldemort's mouth.
What was originally an angry rebuke unexpectedly sounded somewhat like whining.
"Mas... Master, I... don't know. I swear, every single step I took was strictly according to your requirements!" Peter said, somewhat incoherently, his inner fear reaching its peak.
As a master of Legilimency, Voldemort had already read Peter's mind and knew he wasn't lying.
"Lily's blood, the power of love, is truly annoying," Voldemort said, having a rough guess in her mind and not continuing to make things difficult for Peter.
She gracefully walked to Peter and said, "Extend your arm."
"Thank you, my master!" Peter said, raising his severed limb.
"Fool, the other one!" Voldemort said with irritation.
Peter's previously grateful expression instantly disappeared. He raised his other hand, and Voldemort pressed her wand against the Dark Mark.
"Morsmordre!" Voldemort activated the Dark Mark, summoning her servants.
After casting the spell, the idle Voldemort came to Harry's side.
"Oh, don't look at me like that, Harry Potter. While we're bored, let's talk about my past."
Perhaps because she had become a woman, Voldemort's desire to confide had greatly increased, so she began chatting with Harry about her life journey.
"My mother was originally a noble pure-blood, but foolishly she fell for my father, a filthy Muggle."
Voldemort pointed to the old mansion nearby and continued with obvious disdain.
"My mother used a love potion to bewitch my father, married him and became pregnant. After pregnancy, she stopped using the love potion on my father. Then my father came to his senses and abandoned her. She could only give birth to me at the door of Wool's Orphanage."
"Why didn't you die then!" Harry cursed with obvious hatred.
Voldemort showed a contemptuous smile, ignored him, and continued her story.
"Later, because of my talent, I entered Hogwarts. It was Dumbledore who taught me that magic equals might. So I returned to the Riddle mansion again and eliminated my father and grandparents, who were stains on my existence."
As Voldemort spoke, wisps of black smoke began appearing in the graveyard.
The arriving Death Eaters couldn't believe their eyes. This... breathtakingly beautiful woman emanated a familiar aura.
Disturbed by the strange gazes, Voldemort randomly selected someone and cast the Cruciatus Curse.
"Master," came multiple voices. The Death Eaters began kneeling and kissing her robes.
"Welcome, my friends. Thirteen years it has been. Looking at you before me, it feels like yesterday."
Voldemort began walking in the centre of the Death Eaters' circle.
"But I must also admit, I am disappointed! Not one of you came looking for me!"
She extended her palm and shattered the mask of the nearest Death Eater. "Crabbe."
"Goyle." "McNair..."
Voldemort walked along, removing their masks one by one.
"Not even you, Lucius."
Finally, Voldemort stopped before Lucius and removed his mask.
"My Lord, I assure you, if I had discovered any signs indicating..." Lucius said, kneeling down.
"There were signs aplenty, my slippery friend."
Voldemort turned around, leaving Lucius with her silhouette.
"As for you, Wormtail, you have proven yourself useful these past few months."
With a wave of Voldemort's wand, a silver hand grew from Wormtail Peter's severed arm.
Peter casually gripped it and crushed a nearby tree branch to powder.
"Thank you, my master." Peter said, kissing Voldemort's robes again, filled with gratitude.