Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

The Death Eaters began to move. Their faces were covered with masks and their expressions could not be seen clearly, but judging from the tone of their relaxed communication, they were probably excited and contemptuous.

Needless to say, the one who was scornful was our destined child, Harry Potter.

"You have learned dueling? Have you not? Potter?" Through the gap where Shang could still see, Soul saw His Highness the Dark Lord spinning the wand skillfully on his fingertips and saying this to the trembling Harry.

The Death Eaters surrounded Harry and Voldemort tightly. Soul could not move far away from his 'body' and could no longer see how Harry responded. He could only hear Voldemort's cold tone.

"Let us bow to each other, Potter..."

"I think you have not forgotten the duel etiquette. Dumbledore must hope that you behave gracefully. Come, bow to the God of Death!"

There was a burst of laughter from the crowd. Soul was tiptoeing in mid-air but still couldn't see the situation in the field. Two big Death Eaters firmly cut off his sight.

It didn't sound like Harry was willing to give in.

"I said bow!" Voldemort said coldly, his laughter getting louder.

Soul couldn't see it, but he could probably guess based on the long-lasting memories in his head that Voldemort must have used magic to force Harry to bow.

"The next thing is..." Soul muttered.

"Just like your father, run to me with your chest puffed out. Come on, Potter, you should inherit your father's foolish bravery..."

"Gryffindor, huh..."

Immediately afterwards, a magical red light flashed in the crowd, and Harry's screams immediately resounded.

Along with this, there was Voldemort's uncontrollable excited voice.

"Oh, Potter, it hurts, doesn't it? It must hurt, just like when my stupid mother bounced the spell off me..."

"You definitely don't want me to do it again, do you? But this is not enough, Harry, this is not enough, this is not one-tenth of what I felt before. I really want you to taste it... the heartbreaking! "

There was another scream that was as shrill as a demon in hell going through the fire of karma.

Soul couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. Harry was probably the only one who suffered the worst in this Triwizard Tournament.

"Why don't you answer me? Potter, didn't Dumbledore teach you what politeness is? Huh?" Voldemort kept chattering, "I ask you if you want to do it again? Answer me! Soul out of body!"

This time it was a white light.

There was a moment of silence, and then Harry's weak but unquestionable voice sounded...

"I will not say!!"

Voldemort should be more excited, but his tone was very calm, "You won't say? You won't say 'no'?"

"No, no, no, Harry, this is not good. You should learn how to submit. You should learn the virtue called obedience to the strong. I think it is necessary for me to teach you how to learn it before you die?... Maybe... another pain will make you understand more clearly..."

The Cruciatus Curse sounded, but this time there was no scream from Harry, instead there was the sound of the stone tablet shattering.

Oh, poor Tom Riddle. After he dies, he will be beaten by his own son, and he will have to endure his son leading a group of people to dance on his grave...

Soul was relieved. According to the development of the plot, Harry must have successfully hidden behind the tombstone at this time. Although the tombstone was half shattered by Soul with the crushing spell... But hiding a skinny boy in his teens should not be enough. What problem.

This also gave Harry a glimmer of hope... So what happens next...

"Except your weapons!"

"Avada eats a big melon!"

Two spells sounded at the same time. The green light and the red light were not completely blocked by the crowd. They drew a trajectory in the night sky and collided fiercely.

Appeared, the classic scene, the magic wave!

Without warning, the red and green light disappeared and was replaced by a thin golden light.

Soul could see clearly now, because the bald head reflecting the light and Harry were forced to float off the ground because of the shining golden light.

The Death Eaters were in an uproar. They had never seen such a scene before. They hurriedly pulled out their wands and wanted to help their master, but they were afraid of it because of the unfamiliar situation.

Suddenly, the golden threads suddenly spread out, and thousands of golden arcs of light appeared above Harry and Voldemort. The arcs of light intertwined around them and finally formed a fine golden network.

---A cage with golden light trapped Harry and Voldemort inside.

It's so spectacular, a melon-eater who wanted to die couldn't help but sigh. Luo Lin, who knows nothing about magic, had already described this scene in detail, but the reality was far more magnificent than the description on paper.

"Don't move!" Voldemort shouted loudly, and Soul could see Voldemort's narrow red eyes widened in shock. Obviously, he was also a little panicked about the situation at this moment. His arm was exerting force, trying to pull his wand back.

"Without my order! Don't move!" Voldemort was worried that his men would act randomly and lead to an uncontrollable situation. He shouted the order again and at the same time pulled his arm back hard.

The Death Eaters circled around the golden cage in panic, keeping their eyes on their master in the golden cage. However, due to the master's order, they did not dare to use magic to break the unexpected cage, so they had to try to pull the golden cage open with their hands. Line, but let out an inhuman scream.

At this time, an ethereal and distant singing voice sounded.

It is the song of the phoenix.

The phoenix is ​​a very noble magical animal and one of the most mysterious magical animals. According to legend, its song has the mysterious power to soothe people's hearts and give people courage.

Su'er didn't know whether this was the case, and Sister Fox had never sung to herself.

However, Harry seemed to have gained courage from the singing. As he floated in mid-air, his expression distorted by pain turned into resolute and courageous.

A bead of light appeared on the golden thread connecting him to Voldemort. The two wands belonging to different owners were trembling violently. It could be seen that both men were trying to hold on to their wands to prevent them from falling away.

The light beads began to move, approaching Harry.

The rage burning in Harry's eyes was reminiscent of eight hundred Spartan warriors naked, roaring unyieldingly in the face of an enemy several times their size.

His firm thoughts affected the light bead. It stopped and began to move in the opposite direction, very slowly, but extremely firmly.

There were no lips or nose on Voldemort's face, only a pair of red narrow eyes. However, Sur, who could not leave his body very far outside the golden cage, could clearly make out the shocked expression with a hint of fear on Voldemort's face.

It turns out...the faceless monster also has an expression?

What, you said Voldemort has a face?

He has a hammer!