"Oh, Prewett's dragon-man, he belongs to me now."
Voldemort walked to Aiden's side, used a spell to remove his hat, and carefully caressed his cheek like handling a precious work of art.
"Don't touch him!" Harry shouted from the statue with desperate fury.
"Oh, Harry, I almost forgot you were still here." Voldemort said, leaning close and sniffing Harry with predatory interest.
"I heard you've become almost as famous as me, though I had wanted to introduce you properly... the Boy Who Lived."
Voldemort turned her head, quickly gliding past the Death Eaters on both sides, showing them her graceful figure.
"I need to reveal to my friends what lies your legend is built upon!"
Standing at the far end of the crowd, Voldemort looked coldly at Harry with obvious disdain.
"Let us together restore what happened thirteen years ago. It was love... clever, sweet Lily. His mother cast a powerful protection charm on him that rebounded my Killing Curse, making me weak. I became a wandering soul hiding in dark corners, barely surviving. For a long time afterward, I couldn't even touch him."
As she spoke, she moved closer to Harry with deliberate menace.
"Ancient magic... I should have foreseen it. But that doesn't matter now. Everything has changed."
Voldemort came before Harry and poked at the scar on his forehead with her finger.
"Now, I can touch you!" Voldemort said, licking Harry's cheek with obvious relish.
Harry's screams combined with Voldemort's laughter created a particularly piercing sound.
Then Voldemort released her hand and said, "You didn't expect your blood to have such a great effect, did you?"
But what Voldemort also didn't notice was that through the blood connection, their destinies became linked together.
A strange power began to emerge from the collective unconscious sea.
Like a ring of fate, it bound the two together.
And on the collective unconscious sea, the dragon sat atop the church, eating ice cream while watching this scene unfold with mild interest.
Voldemort waved her wand and released Harry's bonds.
"Pick up your wand, Harry Potter."
Voldemort distanced herself from Harry. The Death Eaters on both sides made way, while Harry struggled to grab his wand.
"Hurry up, Harry!" Voldemort shouted at Harry with impatience.
Harry stood up trembling and faced off against Voldemort.
"You must have learnt duelling. First, bow."
Voldemort bowed to Harry mockingly, while Harry looked at her coldly.
"Come on, Harry. Etiquette must be observed. Dumbledore wouldn't want you to lose your manners, would he? Now, I said bow!" Voldemort used a spell to force Harry to bow.
"Excellent." Voldemort said with obvious satisfaction.
With a wave of her right hand, Harry was knocked flying by her massive magical power, hitting the statue before falling down hard.
"Hahaha. Crucio."
Voldemort cast the Cruciatus Curse on Harry. Intense pain swept over Harry, making him convulse violently.
Then Voldemort stopped the torture and approached Harry like a cat toying with prey.
"Very good, Harry. Your parents would be proud of you, especially your filthy Mudblood mother..."
"Expelliarmus," Harry said, enduring the pain and launching a counterattack while Voldemort was speaking.
After years of training in the Duelling Club, the powerful Disarming Charm made Voldemort retreat two steps.
"You actually managed to repel me!" Voldemort said, like discovering something novel.
"Not bad. Your strength exceeds your peers, but it's still not enough."
Voldemort walked toward Harry and raised her wand. "Imperio."
She used the Imperius Curse to control Harry into standing up.
"I will kill you, Harry. After tonight, no one will question my power again."
But a miracle happened... Harry actually resisted the Imperius Curse, shouting, "You'll never make me submit to you."
He dodged behind the statue in a flash. Voldemort's Killing Curse shattered the stone blocks.
"You can actually resist the Imperius Curse! No matter. Face me directly, Harry Potter. I want to see the light fade from your eyes."
Voldemort kept casting Killing Curses at the stone blocks. At this moment, Harry gathered his courage and stepped out.
"As you wish." Harry said, meeting Voldemort's gaze.
"Avada Kedavra." "Expelliarmus."
Red lightning and green lightning clashed in the air. Their magical powers formed a current through the collective unconscious sea.
They flew up, their magic interacting in the air, forming a silver web.
At this moment, the Reverse Spell effect in Voldemort's wand was activated, and the souls whose lives had been taken by her wand emerged.
"Don't give up, lad!" The old Muggle Frank encouraged Harry.
"Harry, when the connection breaks, you must return to the Portkey. We'll buy you time," James Potter said.
"Let go, Harry, sweetheart. You're ready," Lily said, judging the timing precisely.
The connection broke. Several souls roared as they charged toward Voldemort. Harry seized the opportunity to cast Accio on the trophy. With a flash, he returned to the competition grounds.
At the Triwizard Tournament grounds, everyone first saw Harry's return and immediately stood up cheering.
But Harry knelt on the ground crying. Hagrid also sensed something wrong, and his previous smile disappeared completely.
"Harry, Harry!" Dumbledore said, rushing forward and trying to help Harry up, but failed.
"My God, Dumbledore, what's happening!" Fudge said, coming over.
"He's back. Voldemort is back. I couldn't save Aiden... he was left there," Harry sobbed as he recounted the events.
On the platform, Molly fainted directly, with Bill catching her nearby.
"There are too many people here. Disperse the crowd," Fudge said, first shouting to everyone.
Fudge ran over and whispered to McGonagall and Snape, "A boy didn't come out."
"Get people away. There are too many people here, Dumbledore!" Fudge said, pacing anxiously.
At his most critical moment, this kind of thing had to happen. Helplessly, he could only drive away the surrounding people.
Moody walked over, pulled Harry up, and led him toward the office.
Harry's cries echoed throughout the venue, and the surrounding people looked at him with sorrowful expressions.
The originally joyful scene fell into complete silence.
On the other side, having sent Harry away, Voldemort let out a cry of frustration.
"No!"
All the surrounding Death Eaters knelt down, not daring to speak.
The angry Voldemort began randomly calling names, sending the Cruciatus Curse to whoever was called.
"Crabbe, Crucio!"
"Goyle, Crucio!"
Finally, fearing being called upon, Lucius stood up to comfort her.
"Master, you needn't worry too much. You have already overcome Harry Potter. He will die by your hand sooner or later. Now you should accept your harvest... the dragon-man from Prewett."
Lucius gave the remaining few Death Eaters who could still move a meaningful look. They immediately carried up Aiden's 'corpse'.
"Right, Prewett. I almost forgot." Voldemort said, her mood improving slightly.
Waving her wand, she stopped the Cruciatus Curse on those people from before.