94 hp Diagon Alley

The boy was back at Hogwarts, morning and night under the hooked nose of that Muggle-loving fool.How can I get him here? "

"Ah... information from Bertha Jorkins, of course. Using my loyal Death Eater lurking at Hogwarts to make sure the boy's name is put in the Goblet of Fire. Using my A Death Eater, make sure the boy wins the game - make sure he touches the Triwizard Cup first - and that cup has been exchanged for a Portkey by my Death Eater, which will bring him here, away from Deng Bullido's help and protection is in my hands. Here he is... the boy you all think is my nemesis..."

Voldemort stepped forward slowly, turned to face Harry, and raised his wand.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

Harry has never been in such pain, his bones are burning, his head must have been split open along the scar, his eyes are spinning wildly in his skull, he wants to stop... wants to die Lose……

The ordeal ended abruptly.He hung limply from the ropes that had tied him to Voldemort's father's tombstone, looking up through the mist into glowing red eyes.The laughter of the Death Eaters echoed in the night air.

"I think you have seen how foolish it is to think that this boy is better than me," said Voldemort, "but I want to put the misunderstanding out of everyone's minds. It was a fluke that Harry Potter escaped from me." .Now I'm going to kill him to prove my strength, there is no Dumbledore here to protect him, and there is no mother to make sacrifices for him. I will give him a chance, he can fight me, so that you will not You will wonder who is stronger."

"Put him down, Avery, and give him back his wand."

The Death Eaters approached Harry, who tried to reach the ground with his feet to support himself before the rope untied.He pulled the rag out of Harry's mouth, and with a flick of his hand, he cut the rope that bound Harry to the tombstone.

For a split second, Harry considered running away, but his injured leg was shaking.He was standing on the overgrown cemetery, and the Death Eaters moved closer, closing in on him and Voldemort, filling the gaps where the missing Death Eaters should have stood.Thank goodness Avery didn't go up to Cedric to pick up the wand himself, he somehow shoved the wand roughly into Harry's hand with the Coming Charm like a wizard.

"Have you learned to duel, Harry Potter?" Voldemort asked softly, red eyes gleaming in the darkness.

Hearing this, Harry remembered that he had joined a short-term dueling club two years ago, as if in a previous life.There he only learned the disarming spell "Disarm".But even if he could take away Voldemort's wand, what's the use?Surrounded by Death Eaters, they outnumbered him by at least thirty to one.He hadn't learned anything useful here.He knew he was facing the curse Moody had always warned against, the unstoppable Avada Kedavra.Voldemort was right, this time there was no mother desperate to save him - he was completely unprotected.

"Let us bow to each other, Harry," said Voldemort, bowing, but his serpentine face was always looking at Harry. "Come, etiquette has to be observed... bow to death, Harry..."

The Death Eaters laughed again.Voldemort's lipless mouth broke into a smile.Harry wasn't bending over, he wasn't going to let Voldemort play with him before he killed him, he wasn't going to let him get away with it.

"I said, bow." Voldemort raised his wand—Harry felt a bend in his spine, as if a large invisible hand was pressing his back mercilessly forward.The Death Eaters laughed even harder.

"Very good," said Voldemort softly, raising his wand and the pressure on Harry's back was gone, "now you look at me like a man... hold your head up like when your father died..."

"Now—we duel."

Voldemort raised his wand, and before Harry could defend himself, or even move, he was struck again by the Cruciatus Curse.Severe pain took over everything, and he didn't know where he was... The white-hot knife pierced every inch of his skin, and his head must have been so painful that it was about to burst.He shrieked, never in his life had he uttered such a shriek—

At this moment, he hoped that someone could save him, but Cedric, who was lying not far away, and himself, were no match for the thirty Death Eaters.

"Pause," said Voldemort, his slit-like nostrils widening excitedly. "Take a break... it hurts, Harry? You don't want me to do it again, do you?"

Harry didn't answer, he would die a brave man.Those cruel red eyes were telling him that... he would be killed, and there was nothing he could do about it... but he would not give in, he would not be at Voldemort's mercy... he would not beg for mercy...

Voldemort raised his wand, but this time Harry was prepared.With the quickness of a Quidditch match, he threw himself sideways and rolled behind the marble headstone. The spell missed, but he heard the sound of the stone being shattered.

Then he felt a faint movement under the cloak nearby.Harry said to Cedric in a mosquito-like voice, "Just hold on, please, hold on."

He didn't know if his voice had reached under the cloak, but at least there was no sound there now.

"We're not playing hide-and-seek, Harry," whispered Voldemort, the grim voice approaching, and the Death Eaters laughing.Harry heard Voldemort approaching, and there was only one thought in Harry's mind, which was beyond fear and reason: He couldn't curl up here to die like a child playing hide-and-seek; he couldn't kneel at Voldemort's feet...he had to be like his father Died standing up.

Harry stood up before Voldemort's snake face could turn around the tombstone... He gripped his wand tightly, held it in front of him, and dashed out, facing Voldemort.Voldemort was also prepared.Voldemort yelled, "Avada Kedavra!" at the same time Harry yelled "Expelliarmus!"

A green light shot out of Voldemort's wand, and at the same time a red light shot out of Harry's wand—the two lights met in the air—and Harry's wand suddenly vibrated as if electrified, and he clutched it tightly. It, he couldn't let it go even if he wanted to - a thin beam of light connecting the two wands, neither red nor green, but dazzling gold.Harry looked along the beam in amazement, and saw that Voldemort's pale, slender fingers were also holding a trembling wand.

Then quite unexpectedly, Harry felt his feet lift off the ground, and he and Voldemort were both lifted into the air, the two wands still held together by that gleaming golden thread.

The piece of money connecting Harry and Voldemort suddenly split, but the two wands were still tightly connected, and a thousand arcs of light appeared above Harry and Voldemort.Arcs of light interweave around them, culminating in a domed golden mesh, a cage of light.

"Don't move!" Voldemort yelled to the Death Eaters, and Harry saw his red eyes widen in astonishment. He could see that he was shocked by what he saw, and he was trying to break the loose link between the two wands. Split light filament. "Don't move without my order!" Voldemort yelled at the Death Eaters.

Suddenly there was a burst of ecstasy in the air - it emanated from every fiber of the web of light vibrating around Harry and Voldemort.Harry recognized it, even though he had only heard the music once before.This is the song of the Phoenix.

To Harry it was a voice of hope, the most beautiful voice he had ever heard in his life, a voice that reminded him of Dumbledore, almost like a friend speaking in his ear...

"Don't disconnect!"

I know, Harry said to the music, I know it can't be disconnected - but as soon as he thought about it, the difficulty of maintaining the connection suddenly increased.He concentrated all his thoughts and tried his best to maintain the golden thread.

Suddenly, Voldemort's wand let out a painful scream, which echoed endlessly.Then - Voldemort's red eyes widened in surprise - a human hand formed of thick smoke flew out of the wand and disappeared - the severed hand he had made for Avery.There was another cry of pain, and a larger object emerged from the tip of Voldemort's wand, a large gray thing that seemed to be made of the densest smoke.First came a head, then breasts and arms - a witch, probably Bertha Jorkins.

"Don't let go!" she called echoing, as if from far away. "Don't let him hurt you, Harry, don't let go!"

If ever Harry dropped his wand in shock, it was now.But he instinctively gripped his wand firmly, keeping the golden thread unbroken.

Immediately afterwards an old man whom Harry had only seen in his dreams squeezed out of the wand - this phantom or ghost or something, leaning on a cane, looking at Harry and Voldemort in a little surprise, looking at Wands and gold nets linked together...

"So he's really a wizard?" said the old man, looking into Voldemort's eyes. "The fellow is killing me. You fight him, boy!"

Now another head emerged from the tip of Voldemort's wand, and Harry knew who she was at a glance because it was the person he had thought about most tonight.

The ghost of a long-haired woman fell to the ground like Bertha, straightened up and watched him, and Harry's eyes were on his mother's face, his arms shaking violently.

"Your dad's here, too," she said softly. "He wants to see you. It'll be all right, hold on."

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