Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

Voldemort casually deflected the spell that Harry was so proud of, and then, before Harry could fully stand up, he hit him again with the Cruciatus Curse.

Intense pain swept through his body again, every inch of his skin felt like it was being burned by flames, and Harry was in excruciating pain, but he clenched his teeth and refrained from screaming, even though his eyes were bulging from the pressure.

"As expected of a Mudblood's child, you don't know what manners are," Voldemort said mockingly. "Duels must follow certain etiquette; you should bow first."

"Didn't Hogwarts have a dueling club? You haven't even learned this, how disappointing."

The power of the Cruciatus Curse finally dissipated, but the lingering pain still made Harry's body tremble uncontrollably. He mustered all his strength to clench his wand, rolled over, got up, and continued to attack Voldemort.

Spells rained down on Voldemort like a storm. Harry exerted all his strength, using his best speed attack style, but every one of his spells was casually neutralized by the opponent. Voldemort didn't even move his feet.

"Interesting," Voldemort said, a hint of amusement in his tone. "Although you don't understand manners, I must admit that you still have a bit of the Savior's demeanor. At least your strength is stronger than many of my subordinates."

His words then took a turn, becoming cold and ruthless: "However, it's limited to this!"

Before he finished speaking, Voldemort waved his wand again, and a thick black beam roared towards him, drawing a hideous arc in the air.

Harry's Shield Charm was like paper, shattering before it could resist for even a second. He watched as the black light hit him, and then he fell heavily to the ground.

The Cruciatus Curse struck again, and this time, Harry finally couldn't help but let out a shrill scream.

"Look, how tenacious," Voldemort slowly retracted his wand, his tone full of mockery. "He's still persisting, trying to defeat me, how ridiculous."

The Death Eaters roared with laughter. They looked at Harry's embarrassed appearance, their eyes full of ridicule and gloating. They expected Harry's surrender, expecting him to beg for mercy like others.

However, Harry didn't utter a single word of begging. He lay on the ground, gasping for breath, clutching the wand in his hand, his eyes full of unwillingness.

Why?

He had clearly practiced dueling very hard, but when facing Voldemort, he didn't even have a chance to touch the opponent's clothes! Why was the difference in strength so great?

Unwilling, really unwilling!

At least, let him hit the opponent once.

Voldemort hadn't tortured him enough, he still had a chance to try again.

One last time!

Watching Harry slowly stand up, Voldemort stroked his wand and said mockingly, "It seems the Savior has rested well. Surrender, as long as you kneel down and beg me for mercy, like your foolish father and mother, then you can suffer less pain before you die."

"Lies!" Hearing Voldemort mention his father and mother, Harry's anger surged instantly. "My mom and dad would never beg you, you pathetic megalomaniac! You're not worthy to mention them."

"And even if I die, I won't surrender to you."

"Is that so?" Voldemort's expression turned cold.

"I'm tired of this game. Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, your life's journey ends here, Avada Kedavra!"

With death approaching, Harry didn't have time to think, he just subconsciously raised his wand and used the spell he was most familiar with, the fastest to cast.

"Expelliarmus!"

Using the Disarming Charm against the Killing Curse, how ridiculous!

The Death Eaters showed mocking expressions, preparing to cheer for Voldemort after Harry's death.

However, before everyone's eyes, an accident happened!

The two spells met in the air, directly turning into a golden beam of light that connected Harry and Voldemort's wands.

Then, tens of millions of light arcs erupted, intertwining to form a golden, dome-shaped cage, isolating all the Death Eaters outside.

The Death Eaters were immediately thrown into chaos, no one had expected such an accident to happen. The dazzling light arcs surged wildly under the collision of the two magical forces, emitting deafening roars. Many people subconsciously took a few steps back, fearing being affected by the scattered energy.

Someone shouted in panic, their tone filled with unease: "Master! What's going on?"

Others immediately drew their wands, preparing to attack Harry.

"Everyone, stop!" Voldemort's roar overwhelmed everything. His voice was high-pitched and majestic, with an undisguised anger. "No one is allowed to move without my order!"

Voldemort's red eyes stared fixedly at the intertwined beam of light, anger, incomprehension, and a hint of imperceptible fear intertwined in his eyes. A strong sense of unease welled up in his heart, all of this was not in his plan.

This little wizard in front of him was clearly so weak, it stood to reason that he should be able to end the other party's life as easily as crushing an insect. But just when he was about to unleash a fatal blow, this incredible accident happened.

The collision of the beams reminded him of that prophecy, that terrible prophecy that had once made him sleepless and almost ruined his entire life.

The change before his eyes also exceeded Harry's expectations, however, he clearly knew that this was the best time for him to send out a distress signal.

So, he gripped his wand and shouted loudly: "Sebastian Sallow!"

Voldemort gripped his wand tightly in an instant, his fingers trembling slightly, this was not fear, but his inability to suppress his anger.

"Sebastian Sallow?" Voldemort's eyes almost burst into flames. "Don't even mention Sebastian Sallow, even if Dumbledore comes, he can't save you, go die!"

Before he finished speaking, an ice wall rose from the ground, forcibly cutting off the connection between the two, and at the same time, a figure appeared in front of Harry, protecting him firmly behind him.

"Well done, Harry!" Hearing that familiar voice and seeing that familiar back, Harry relaxed completely.

Now he was completely safe...

Crash—the ice wall was shattered into a pile of ice.

Sebastian looked at Voldemort across from him, whose expression was twisted with anger, and bowed slightly.

"Lord Voldemort, you have been calling my name, is there anything I can do for you?"