[HP] Walk in Thorns and Flowers

Countless thoughts flooded into Christo's mind, and she had too many guesses she wanted to verify and tell her father.She frowned anxiously...

After an unknown amount of time, perhaps 1 minute, or 10 minutes, a scream brought her back to reality.Harry lay twitching on the ground, Voldemort's wand pointed at him.It was Cruciatus, seeing Harry's appearance, Christo couldn't help trembling slightly.

"How stupid it is to think that this boy is better than me. I want to completely clear up your misunderstanding." Voldemort snorted, "Back then, his escape from death was all a fluke. Now, I want to give him a chance to duel in front of you , soon, you will no longer doubt who is stronger."

Wormtail approached Harry, untied him, and threw his wand at him.Harry wanted to run away, but the surrounding Death Eaters moved closer and surrounded him and Voldemort in the middle.

"Let's bow to each other, Harry," said Voldemort.

The bow signaled the beginning of the duel, and the Death Eaters laughed ingratiatingly, and Voldemort smiled too.Harry would not bow, but how could he resist hitting Voldemort, the spell bending his spine.Immediately afterwards, before he had time to move, he was hit by the Cruciatus Curse again. He screamed and screamed. Christo only felt pain in her eardrums. She had never heard such a scream in her life. .

"Daddy," she whispered, "it can't be, Harry will be tortured to death,"

Her voice was nearly drowned out by the Death Eaters' manic laughter.Mr. McMillan remained motionless. He looked at Voldemort and Harry solemnly, as if he was thinking about it, but he didn't seem to hear Kerrie's request at all.However, his hand held Christo so tightly that she couldn't move.

Harry endured, resisted, and finally he had a chance. He dodged behind a marble tombstone, and luckily dodged an attack.Christo's heart sank slightly, run, go, get out of here, she shouted anxiously in her heart.But Harry, he raised his wand and rushed out, right on Voldemort.Christo turned her face away and rested her forehead on Mr. McMillan's arm.

"Except your weapons."

"Avada Kedavra."

Two rays of light, one red and one green, met in the air, and an unexpected situation appeared—both Voldemort and Harry rose into the air, and the Death Eaters shouted, asking for Voldemort's instructions.

Christo stared at the situation in front of her eyes intently, the thread connecting Harry and Voldemort disappeared, the two wands were still tightly connected, the gray sky was illuminated by thousands of arcs of light, and the arcs intertwined into a circle The golden net on the top encloses Harry and Voldemort in a cage.

"Don't move!" Voldemort shouted to the Death Eaters, staring in shock at the scene before him.The shouts of the Death Eaters gradually died down, and everyone's attention was focused on them.

At this moment, the singing of the phoenix sounded in the air, and Harry slowly pushed the golden light towards Voldemort's wand, and gray ghosts appeared one after another, surrounding Harry as if to protect him.

"What's that?" Christo couldn't help but murmured.

"I heard that the core of Harry's wand and Voldemort's wand is taken from the same phoenix, and that may be the reason," said Mr. McMillan, his lips pursed, and his tone suddenly became lighter. He said, "Get ready .”

Christo looked at him puzzled, and he nodded slightly.

"The second ghost is Bertha Jorkins, if I'm mistaken," he paused. "I'm sure it's Harry's mother."

The ghost of a woman with long hair falls to the ground.

"James, Harry's father..."

Christo didn't understand what happened, so she had to carefully observe the situation at the moment.The web of light suddenly disappeared, the singing of the phoenix disappeared, but the ghosts were still there, they surrounded Voldemort, Harry started running wildly, and at this moment, Christophe raised her wand, "Stunned!"

Harry wanted to get out of the way in horror, but the two Death Eaters in front of him reacted faster than him - they fell down and looked behind him with disbelieving eyes.

He heard a sharp voice shouting: "Why are you standing still, don't let him run away!" It was Keli, it was her, what happened?He couldn't care about thinking anymore, the Death Eater's spells behind him poured down on him like a torrential rain, he walked back and forth between the tombstones, several times he thought he was going to die, but those evil spells seemed to be swayed by something Blocked it.

He's just running, where's the trophy?Wherever he looked, Cedric was lying in the grass, his eyes still open, and the golden cup, the golden cup was still farther away, he closed his eyes in pain, and ran away from Cedric's body In the past, I'm sorry, he thought to himself, and rushed towards the direction of the gold cup.

Christo only felt the darkness in front of her eyes, Harry, Harry!How could he forget that he was a wizard and not a distance runner!

"Get out of the way! I'm going to kill him! He's mine!" screamed Voldemort.

He lifted himself from the ground, his broad cloak unfurling like a gigantic bat.The long distance was instantly shortened by less than a tombstone.He grinned grimly, and raised his wand.

Harry's eyes widened, is it going to happen again?Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his knee, and he looked in horror at Voldemort who was getting closer and closer to him. Time seemed to stand still for a moment, and he threw himself on Voldemort.He almost thought he was going to be killed...

"Ah-"

Voldemort let out a scream, his face wrinkled together, as if he was experiencing unexplainable pain, this expression was so familiar.Harry was stunned for a moment, and he grabbed the hand holding his wand without hesitation, even though he felt thousands of long needles piercing his brain at this moment, his brain has never been so clear as it is now, " Here come the trophies."

All the Death Eaters were shocked by the scene in front of them. When they reacted and raised their wands and recited the spell, there were no figures of Voldemort and Harry in front of them.Portkeys took them away.

Christo couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief, and returned to Hogwarts. With Professor Dumbledore around, Harry shouldn't be in danger, right?The Death Eaters stood there bewildered.Christo looked at Mr. McMillan with a questioning look, "Dad?" She didn't understand why Mr. McMillan was still frowning.

A gust of wind blows over the deserted cemetery, an unnerving silence.Everyone is holding their breath, what is the situation now?

"Master—Master is back." Suddenly someone screamed in surprise.

Under the gloomy light, one could faintly see magic distorting a piece of space, and a black figure staggered and appeared. He took a few steps before he stood still, his eyes were red, and his anger was like a knife gouging towards Christo. .

"Cruciatus!" growled Voldemort.

Mr. McMillan immediately pulled his daughter behind him. At the same moment, Voldemort's hand shook unwillingly, and the green light brushed against McMillan's robe and knocked it out.

All Death Eaters feel they have run out of brains.Why did the master, who was so kind to the little girl just now, turn his face in an instant?Why is it that when the master's powerful magic fails, it is obvious that McMillan stands there motionless?They looked at the opposing sides in amazement, trying hard to reduce their sense of existence, for fear that Voldemort's wrath would burn on them.

"May I venture to ask the reason, my lord?" asked Mr. MacMillan without flinching.

Voldemort gasped, dared, did he need to dare?He was so unwilling, so unwilling, a sharp voice sounded, "The reason! How dare you tamper with the potion!"

The Death Eaters looked at Christo blankly, what?

Christo ran out from behind Mr. McMillan, tears brimming with aggrieved face, "I didn't, master, I didn't, I swear on my life, I followed the steps in the book exactly!"

The calm Mr. McMillan seemed to be stimulated at this moment, his voice fluctuated, "Master—"

"It stands to reason that I have the same blood as Potter in my body, so I won't be harmed by the protection left by his mother, but—" Voldemort approached, and died with his blood-stained eyes. Staring at Christo.The little girl was trembling like a flower that had been ravaged by a storm. Her big eyes were full of puzzlement, fear and sadness. No matter how Mr. McMillan pulled her, she refused to move a little bit.

Everyone thought that Christo was going to see Merlin.They were both grateful and afraid. Fortunately, Voldemort would trust them a little more. What was afraid was that Voldemort was more cruel and ruthless than before.

However, the wand in Voldemort's hand was gone, and his prodigiously long palm fell on Christophe's forehead.

Fanaticism and trust flashed in Christo's eyes at the right time, "I knew... Master..." She said loudly, "What protection? What magic? Tell me, and I will definitely help Master solve it for you!"

Voldemort's anger disappeared strangely.

"Chloe, take Kelly back to rest first."

The Death Eaters couldn't believe their eyes, my God, what happened?

"Master—Kerry is not tired." Kristo said firmly.Voldemort looked coldly at her father.McMillan immediately took his daughter's hand and bowed respectfully, "I will take good care of Kelly."

The father and daughter walked slowly through the grass and graves, towards the buildings blurred under the starlight.It wasn't until they were so far away from the Death Eaters that no one could see that Christo's tense body softened, the sweat on her back almost soaked her clothes, and the night wind blew, causing her to shiver trembling.At this moment, she is extremely thankful that she has studied Occlumency carefully.

She breathed freely.

Mr. McMillan suddenly said harshly: "Kerry, do you know how serious the consequences are if you make your own decisions today?"

Kristo pouted indifferently: "It's all over, Dad. Isn't this good? He can never touch Harry."

Mr. McMillan looked at his daughter helplessly, his eyebrows became more and more gloomy, "Kerry, you think too simply. Do you know why Voldemort can't touch Harry?"

Christo looked at him puzzled, "Dad, you said it, because Harry's mother used an ancient spell to protect Harry, and the power of the spell remained in Harry's blood."

"If, Harry's blood runs through his veins..."

"Then, Mrs. Potter's spell exists in them! As long as he doesn't die, Harry's life will not end!" Christo's face turned pale, and she finally understood what a stupid thing she had done—— She used her own blood instead of Harry's.

She still didn't know that in the deserted cemetery, the glass bottle abandoned in the grass reflected the faint starlight, she grabbed it with one hand, and quickly stuffed it into the plain black pocket.