All things are three at Hogwarts

Allen in front of Voldemort just raised the corners of his mouth in contempt without speaking. Two phantom black fog appeared next to him. The mysterious man's pupils shrank, and his red eyes stared at the two Allens who suddenly appeared. He stood vertically. His pupils were constricted with uneasiness,

"The name Voldemort comes from French, which means escaping from death." A clone of Allen waved his finger and used illusion to make the name Voldemort appear in front of him, and then separated them into this sentence, "Tom, of course I know. So afraid of death, you know my sister-in-law’s background, so my French is not bad..."

"Tom, what do you think this is?" Another clone of Allen took out Voldemort's devil's magic book and a wand with a unique curved shape that looked like a finger and waved it in front of Voldemort.

After identifying the magic book and the magic weapon that belonged to the mysterious man, Voldemort screamed, and his free big pale hand clenched tightly, "What have you done?! You went to a place you shouldn't have gone. !" Immediately, his mouth that had not been closed sprayed out a burst of flame towards the Allen clone who was holding something, and then a green light flew out from Voldemort's wand and shot towards Allen's body. Author's note: The only time in the original book where Voldemort felt a slight emotional change, except when he asked Dumbledore for a job, he screamed like this after Bella was killed by Molly.

Allen's clone, which was not holding something, easily used a shadow shield to block the magic flame for the clone that was holding something. Allen's original self narrowed his eyes disdainfully and faced the rope, which was still far away from him. Life curse.

What happened next broke the common sense of wizards watching this duel. Allen did not move his position or atomize Dobby himself, nor did he use transformation to raise a barrier. He just stared at the menacing shot fired by Voldemort. The life-killing curse was cast, and after the green light flew a short distance away, it suddenly turned around without any warning and flew back towards its creator.

Voldemort was so angry that he fainted and used the death curse on Allen without thinking. He didn't even consider that given the distance between him and Allen at the time, this kind of curse had been avoided by Allen too much in the duel just now. This life-killing curse will not pose a threat to the opponent at all.

But now that the death curse turned back halfway, Voldemort felt as if he had been splashed with cold water and woke up. He took steps to avoid it, and there was no suspense about the death curse that was countered by Allen. The ground fell and the air strike hit the place where Voldemort was standing just now. This is the spell countermeasure ability that Allen learned in ancient times. At this time, he was already very proficient in using this ability with the students in his practical class. It was just for the sake of He was cautious. In previous duels, he had always used more reliable methods to avoid the mysterious man's life-killing curse. It was only now that he was at a suitable distance and became familiar with the mysterious man's spell, that he showed off his skills like a coquettish one.

"Tom, your boldness and arrogance in creating multiple Horcruxes is no longer a secret to Dumbledore and I... It's not difficult. But obviously, you don't know anything about the dangers involved?" When he successfully countered Voldemort's death curse, Allen, who was in a happy mood, said a few more words.

"Don't try to scare me! Harris!" Voldemort saw that the secret he had exposed seemed to have been known to the other party for a long time. He shouted in disbelief to refute Allen and comfort himself.

"Tom, if you don't believe it, you can check it out for yourself... You don't have to worry. Unlike you, I have no habit of killing a pregnant woman... Sirius's cousin is safe, but the binding spell will probably be needed. Only then can you solve it... One thing is true, I can't kill you until all your Horcruxes are solved..." Allen spread his hands indifferently, "This is just a warning for you to attack the British wizarding world indiscriminately... In addition, some of the assets in your secret base that I also confiscated will be used to compensate for the losses caused by your misdeeds to the wizarding and Muggle worlds... But this wand... I will return it to you, otherwise you will probably estimate it now I don’t have money to buy it…”

After speaking, Allen threw Bellatrix's wand in his hand towards Voldemort. The wand spun quickly towards Voldemort. However, before it could get close to Voldemort, it was bounced away by Voldemort's armor and fell to the ground. On the ground, it bounced a few more times before stopping, lying quietly on the lawn of the small park.

Knowing the cunningness of the wizard in front of him, Voldemort took a deep breath after blocking the wand that he thought might be a trap, and then exhaled slowly, staring at Allen. Regarding what Allen just said about him and Deng, Bullido already knew about and solved several Horcrux matters. Although he couldn't wait to check the safety of his Horcruxes with his own eyes, he didn't believe it and didn't want to believe it. He convinced himself that this was just cunning before his eyes. The boy's conspiracy with Dumbledore was to expose the location of the Horcrux while he was examining it.

"Boy, you are still too naive. I have implicated the Ministry of Magic and your actions alone, attracting the attention of all of you, and my servants..." Under the live broadcast at this time, I don't want to lose face anymore. Voldemort sneered, raised his snake face and said with arrogance, "Do you think that after these Aurors came over and we agreed to a duel, I simply ordered my servants to retreat?"

"Hey hey!" Voldemort laughed with some satisfaction when he saw Allen's stunned expression and the exclamation in his ears. He thought that he finally got back the game tonight, and Allen let a The clone apparated and disappeared in place.

"You and Dumbledore's men, those two stupid red-haired twins... the family of the pure-blood traitor... they will taste the bitter pill tonight. Some of the pure-blood families have become sick, and I must prune the branches and leaves to keep him. Healthy, right?" Voldemort opened his arms, as if to show that he had returned to his original pure black robe, "As for the threat you just said to me, I think it is best for you to be careful...Harris, even if you can guarantee Your own safety, but you can’t protect those beloved relatives and friends around you forever. They will live in fear, and there is nothing you can do about me now! And you can’t kill me now!”

Allen, who was in the distance, still didn't. He just waved his hand down lightly and cleanly. Almost instantly, Voldemort heard the sound of something falling to the ground. Then he felt a huge pain in his right wrist. He looked down. Go, his right hand has been cut off from the wrist by Allen's Divine Blade Wuying, who took advantage of the opportunity when he opened his arms. The pain instantly engulfed his nerves, and blood kept flowing from his broken wrist. On the ground, blue veins were clearly visible. Voldemort knew that ordinary recovery spells had no effect on the damage caused by this black magic. He gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain without trying to use a wand to stop the bleeding from the wound. The smell of blood that penetrated his nose became stronger and stronger. , the color of blood stimulated his pupils.

"Although I'm sorry to break your illusion, Tom, my doppelganger told me that the death knights I left at Mr. Lovegood's house saved the Burrow. Although they suffered some injuries, only yours died. Man..." At this time, Allen's voice came to his ears, and there was a bit of forlornness in the voice: "Tom, although I can't kill you now, but you remember, if you dare to come next time, what I declared Those lands under my protection can beat you into the state you were in after October 31, 1981. I think I can still do it."

Voldemort, who was further disappointed and frightened by what he heard, noticed that Allen took another step towards him, and his figure simply turned into a ball of black smoke, and disappeared from the duel scene without a trace in an instant.

The middle-aged bald wizard who had been monitoring the live broadcast in front of the monitor stood up straight and waved his fist excitedly. In an instant, the venue erupted in enthusiastic cheers. Due to the live broadcast, the wizards watching had been forcibly suppressing their inner excitement. At this time, seeing the actions of the middle-aged wizard, the wizards on the scene and behind the TV no longer suppressed their emotions. Surging.

"Win, Principal Alan Harris wins!"

"The most powerful wizard in the world is Alan Harris!"

"And with such an overwhelming victory! Mysterious... No! The half-blood wizard Tom Riddle was driven away!"

Warm shouts erupted on the field, and everyone cheered at the top of their lungs. Allen's indifferent eyes glanced at the broken hand on the ground that was covered in blood and stained with a few blades of grass and had bone-white fingers that looked like spiders. Using the Flying Spell, it flew in front of Allen together with the wand that Voldemort had not picked up when he was fleeing, and was pocketed by Allen.

A lot of black mist appeared in the duel venue again. Lunn from the Ministry of Magic also rushed to the scene with several staff members. He stood next to Allen without saying anything. The two brothers just gave each other a knowing look, and Fleur Then she held the microphone and led the photographer to the scene. She calmed down for a moment, determined Allen's position, held her head high, and hurriedly walked towards Allen.