"Harry Potter."
Voldemort's words drew many people's attention to Harry standing there stupidly.
"People say you're my nemesis and frustrate my ambitions."
"Now, under the watchful eyes of my family."
"Come on, Harry, duel with me and let's make an end."
After speaking, Voldemort made a duel etiquette.
He is full of elegance when he does this action, like a real master of magic.
At this time, Harry was still doubting life.
The Ludo Bagman who took good care of him turned out to be Voldemort's undercover agent.
And some things are gradually becoming clear.
He was the one who put his name in the Goblet of Fire.
During the game, he wanted to help himself many times in secret so that he could lift the Triwizard Cup smoothly and come to Voldemort's side.
"Harry Potter!" Voldemort's cold voice interrupted his thoughts, "Is that what your Defence Against the Dark Arts professor taught you about dueling etiquette?"
"Oh, I forgot, this class has been cursed by me. You probably won't learn anything in this class, hahaha!"
The surrounding Death Eaters also laughed, looking at Harry jokingly.
It's like watching a lamb be slaughtered.
Harry ignored the mockery of the group, took a deep breath, and performed duel etiquette.
He knew very well that he could not escape from this situation.
It might be better to agree to Voldemort's duel, perhaps to find a way to escape the chaos.
Thinking of this, he quietly put his left hand with the bracelet into his trousers pocket and felt a lot of peace in his heart.
"Protego!"
"Fumos!"
Seeing that Voldemort had no intention of taking the first shot, Harry quickly defended himself.
And used the Smokescreen Spell to cover up his figure, reducing the hit rate of Voldemort's spell.
Now is not a duel on the stage, there is a lot of room for activities, and Harry remembers Alvin's teachings.
Move, move!
Not only did Voldemort not find it difficult, but he was relieved to see Harry's tact.
The better Harry could do, the less embarrassing his defeat thirteen years ago would be.
"I have to say, Harry, your level is definitely the best among your peers."
Not in a hurry to attack, Voldemort commented like an elder.
A red light blazed out of the smoke.
Taking advantage of Voldemort's lack of movement, Harry launched a sneak attack. Still, unfortunately, it was pushed aside by Voldemort easily.
"Ventus!"
The hurricane swept the audience, the thick fog quickly dissipated, and Harry's constantly moving figure was quickly revealed.
"Avada Kedavra!"
A horrible green curse emanated from the wand's tip, and Harry panicked just looking at this green light.
Death was approaching him infinitely, and he hurriedly stretched out his hand. Harry was about to activate the Shield Charm on the bracelet.
Normal Shield Charm is not immune to Killing Curses, but Alvin once told him that his Shield Charm was special.
However, in a hurry, Harry actually activated the wrong spell.
The Killing Curse on the bracelet was released without warning, and a green light that was a circle bigger than Voldemort's release flew into another Killing Curse.
Nearly crushing, Alvin's Killing Curse not only shattered Voldemort's but also castrated it unabated.
The eyes of the Death Eaters onlookers almost dropped!
Just when they thought Harry could be easily killed, Harry's spell was to break the Dark Lord's attack.
Did they not wake up and have hallucinations?
Even Voldemort did not expect Harry's counterattack to be so fierce, and he missed the first opportunity to defend.
Feeling the power still remaining on the curse, Voldemort had only one choice left.
"Accio tombstones!"
Following his call, his father's tombstone shot out like a cannonball, collided with the Killing Curse mid-air, and was blown to pieces.
It was the last thing Voldemort's Muggle daddy could do for him.
And the Killing Curse disappeared.
This is also the disadvantage of the Killing Curse, which can be blocked by physical objects. Even an ordinary wooden table can offset it.
"Harry, you really amaze me."
With a gloomy face, Voldemort suffered a small loss. He was angry that he was careless, and his eyes were focused on Harry's bracelet.
"Is this prop made by Dumbledore for you? He really loves you very much."
Barty Jr., who was not far away, opened his mouth and wanted to tell his master that this thing was made by the little devil Alvin.
But if he said it, his master would definitely be more embarrassed.
There was a trace of regret in his heart. He would not give this prop to the Champions if he knew.
Barty Jr. didn't know that the bracelet that Alvin gave to Harry had already been dropped.
This is a special enhanced version.
Hearing Voldemort's words, Harry did not answer his question but said in a deep voice.
"Voldemort, your ancestral grave exploded!"
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"Voldemort, your ancestral grave exploded!"
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"You die!"
Grinning his teeth, he spat out a few words, and Voldemort was completely angry this time.
Several magic lines flickered in the depths of his circumference, quickly condensed into a solid body, and shrunk into the wand while rotating.
Without listening to Voldemort's words, a terrifying magic power erupted, and several jets of black lightning slashed straight down.
It was too late to make any response. The Shield Charm on Harry's bracelet was automatically activated and bombarded by lightning.
Looking at the somewhat crumbling protective shield, Harry gritted his teeth and activated the only two remaining spells.
"Expelliarmus!"
"Impedimenta!"
Two red lights came to Voldemort indiscriminately. In desperation, he had to give up the attack on Harry and summoned a silver shield out of thin air to resist the two spells.
Harry had seen this spell before. Dumbledore (Alvin) used it in a duel last year, and it was extremely defensive.
And Voldemort didn't want to mess with Harry anymore.
He has been delayed for a lot of time. Who knows if Dumbledore and the others will be able to find it.
Feeling the faint numbness in his arm, his fear of Dumbledore increased greatly.
How do I feel Dumbledore's strength is much higher than the last time he was chasing him?
Even the magic props made can bring him a little threat.
Concentrating on his mind, Voldemort used his best spell again.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The spells on the bracelet have all been activated, and Harry did not bow his neck to be slaughtered. He shouted hoarsely.
"Expelliarmus!"
The red light and the green light reflected each other and then collided.
The Disarming Charm was supposed to have no resistance and was once again beyond everyone's expectations and was evenly opposed to the Killing Curse.
The wand in his hand vibrated like an electrified vibrator, and Harry's right hand stuck to it.
Dazzling golden light shot out from the tops of Harry and Voldemort's wands simultaneously, meeting together mid-air and forming a golden arch bridge.
An incomparably huge golden bead gathered at the junction, and the two soared.
When they reached five meters above the ground, the golden bridge collapsed, and the scattered golden light weaved into a huge golden net that enveloped the sky above them.
The Death Eaters below was also a little panicked. They had never seen such a scene before.
Some asked loudly for Voldemort's instructions, and some had their wands drawn, ready to strike.
"Don't move!" Voldemort shouted, "No one will make moves without my order!"
Hearing his order, those Death Eaters just stood there obediently and observed the situation.
And Voldemort's heart was not at all calm. His scarlet pupils revealed puzzlement, anger, and a hint of fear.
The current situation also exceeded his expectations. With his rich magical knowledge, he didn't know how the scene in front of him came into being.
He only knew that Harry was so weak in his eyes, like an ant.
But again and again, his actions and plans failed, and even the Killing Curse several times did not hurt the opponent in the slightest.
Could it be that the prophecy was true?
"No! Absolutely impossible! How could I, Voldemort, be defeated by a prophecy?"
With a mad roar in his heart, Voldemort tried his best to break the golden thread between the two wands.
Harry also sensed the other party's thoughts. In line with the idea of doing the opposite of Voldemort, he tried his best to maintain the existence of the golden thread.
The ball of light in the middle moved with their movements, shifting towards Harry and Voldemort.
Suddenly a burst of voice sounded, bringing endless courage and confidence to Harry.
This is the Phoenix Lament, and he who often sees Fury clearly remembers this beautiful voice.
That is something that ordinary people will never forget for a lifetime.
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