HP Magic Biography

Oh...using Percy Jorkins' information, of course. Using my loyal new friend stationed at Hogwarts to make sure that kid will be in the Goblet of Fire. Using our new friend to make sure that The kid wins the game - he's got to touch the Triwizard trophy first - and before that my new friend has turned it into a portkey that will bring him here. Dumbledore's protection will be beyond reach .He'll be in my welcoming arms. Here he is—the boy you believed to be my nemesis...

Voldemort stepped forward slowly, turning to face Harry. He raised his wand.

(Cruciatus)!

Harry suddenly felt unprecedented pain.

His bones were on fire, his head was torn along the scars, his eyes were spinning wildly. He wanted it all to end... pass out... die... and then the pain went away.

He was tied loosely to Voldemort's father's tombstone, and he saw those bright red eyes in a haze. The night echoes with the laughter of the ghoul-eaters.

Look, how stupid it is to say that the kid was once stronger than me! said Voldemort, but I think everyone knows that. Harry Potter just escaped from me by luck. Now , here, in front of all of you, I will kill him to prove my strength. No more Dumbledore to help him, no more mother to sacrifice for him. I will give him a chance, I will allow him Fight. You will be sure which of the two of us is stronger. Nagini, wait a moment, he said softly.

The snake slid into the grass, where the Death Eaters were standing and watching.

But Fan Lin turned his attention to the snake, the snake named Nagini, now he has a natural advantage, Voldemort is in the open, but he is in the dark, maybe he should find a way to kill Nagini Drop, a Horcrux...!

Fan Lin knew the spell, he only needed to activate the Fire Calendar Curse, so that he could destroy a Horcrux, and after that, he would go to Sirius' house during the holidays...

Anyway, the Horcrux in Kreacher's hand cannot escape, so Fan Lin is not very worried about this problem.

Let go of him now, Barty, and give him back his wand. Voldemort said softly, and Fan Lin's eyes followed Nagini's movements closely.

Nagini got into the crowd, behind the group of Death Eaters. Before that, Fan Lin had to kill that group of people, and he had to have some communication with Harry.

Harry, Harry... Fan Lin stuck behind the tombstone.

The voice was very familiar to Harry's ears,

However, this voice appears here...

Harry, I don't have time to explain to you. Now I need you to use your wand to fight Voldemort one-on-one. I'm Van Lin. I came here by following you. I'm under the Disillusionment spell. Fox and I together.

Fan Lin spoke quickly, and Harry felt a claw gently grabbing his shoulder.

What should I do... Harry asked in a low voice, now he has no choice at all, no matter what, Voldemort can't let him go, why not...

Attack Voldemort with the Disarming Charm.

Harry was taken aback, he wasn't sure if the sound was telling him to die, but now he was as good as dead...

After Fan Lin finished speaking, he left quickly and walked around far away. He stayed too long, and it was too dangerous to be exposed to Voldemort's sight.

But Travis approached Harry, and Harry stretched out his feet to get up before the rope was untied. Crouch raised his new silver hand, and with a single blow, he severed the rope that bound Harry to the tombstone. For a fraction of a second Harry considered running away, but his injured calf was shaking as he stood in the overgrown cemetery.

He wasn't quite sure if he should listen to Fan Lin, or was that voice just his hallucination?

At this time, the Death Eaters had gathered, forming a tight encirclement around Harry and Voldemort, and the positions of the missing Death Eaters were also closed.

Crouch stepped out of the encirclement, walked towards the place where they had been knocked down before, took Harry's wand with him when he came back, and thrust it roughly into Harry's hand without looking up.

Then Barty Crouch Jr. returned to the circle surrounded by the corpse eaters.

Come on, Harry Potter, I think you've learned how to duel? said Voldemort softly, his red eyes gleaming in the darkness. Hearing this, Harry thought of the dueling club he had briefly joined at Hogwarts two years ago, although it was a long time ago... all he learned there was the ability to disarm people. The spell - the Disarming Curse...even if he could use it to take Voldemort's wand away, what good would it be? He was now surrounded by thirty Death Eaters.

He knew he was now facing the same situation Moody always warned him about... the indefeasible Avada Kedavra - Voldemort was right - this time his mother wasn't here and died in his place... he felt helpless ...

Harry, let us bow to each other, said Voldemort, bending slightly, but his serpentine face was still facing Harry.

Come on, these details must be observed...Dumbledore likes to see you polite...Harry, bow to death and those Death Eaters laughed.

Voldemort's lipless mouth smiled too.

Harry didn't bow, he didn't want to be played by Voldemort before he killed himself, and he didn't want him to be satisfied.

He wasn't sure if that voice was Fan Lin, if it was... a duel with Voldemort was undoubtedly an act of sending him to death, but the right to choose now was not in his hands.

Harry now wanted to go back in time and kill the person who put his name in the Goblet of Fire.

As I said, bow, said Voldemort, raising his wand. Harry felt as if a huge, invisible hand was pulling at him, bending his upper body brutally forward and bending his spine.

Now the corpse-eaters laughed harder than ever.

Very well, said Voldemort softly, and raised his wand so that Harry's downward pressure disappeared instantly. Now you face me like a man - straighten your back proudly, like your father died - well, now we shall duel.

Voldemort raised his wand, and before Harry could defend himself, or even move, he was under Klubltus' spell.

It felt awful, and Harry had felt it before. Pain enough to drive you crazy.

The excruciating, overwhelming pain made him unable to feel where he was now—the hot knife pierced every inch of his skin, his head was about to burst in pain, and he cried out louder than ever before. Loud all the time... Suddenly, the pain stopped.

Harry rolled over and struggled to his feet, shaking involuntarily, just as Crouch had after one of his hands had been chopped off. Harry staggered sideways, onto the wall of watching Death Eaters, but they pushed him back in Voldemort's face.

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