Study Days at Hogwarts

  Chapter 960 Save Harry Potter

  Harry may never understand why things have turned into the way they are now, how he was suddenly kidnapped here when he was still participating in the third event of the Triwizard Tournament in the maze of the Quidditch stadium just now.

  He didn't even figure out why he suddenly fainted and why he was kidnapped, but Harry knew that something was wrong with him.

  A man who was both unfamiliar and familiar to him came into view. He was the enemy that Sirius wanted to kill all the time, and he was also Harry's enemy—Peter Pettigrew.

  Peter was standing in front of a large cauldron, not knowing what he was doing.

   Before Harry had time to think about when he was kidnapped by Peter Pettigrew, he was stunned by the other party's unexpected behavior. Peter actually put an extremely ugly baby into the cauldron. What did he want to do?

"ah!"

  The scar on Harry's forehead suddenly burned so unbearably that he almost fainted.

Vaguely, Peter Pettigrew's chanting sound came from his ears, and then he felt his arm was stabbed by a sharp knife. When Harry struggled to open his eyes, he saw a black figure rising slowly from the cauldron .

  After the man stepped out of the cauldron and put on the robe that Peter Pettigrew handed him, Harry felt a creepy shudder run through his body. It was a face that had often appeared in nightmares for three years.

   Voldemort is resurrected.

   "Oh my god, if this is a terrible nightmare, let me wake up!" Harry kept roaring and shouting in his heart.

   This is not a nightmare.

  He was extremely desperate.

  Why don't you listen to the advice, why do you want to participate in the Triwizard Tournament? Why not just wait at the entrance of the maze for the game to end?

  Harry regretted it.

  But, it was too late.

   Voldemort was resurrected with his blood.

  Voldemort proudly showed off, shared his own story, and used the Dark Mark on Pettigrew Peter's arm to recruit his servants,

  It was a group of Death Eaters wearing cloaks and masks with strange patterns. These people looked like house elves in the kitchen, kneeling humblely and crawling to Voldemort's side, kissing his robes, and begging for his forgiveness.

   While Voldemort was greeting his old friends, Harry heard Voldemort call out the names of some Death Eaters.

   Sure enough, it was not a prejudice against Malfoy.

   Lucius Malfoy is indeed a Death Eater.

  His two henchmen, Goyle and Crabbe, are also Death Eaters, as well as McNeill, the executioner who almost killed Buckbeak last year, and many strange wizards.

  All the Death Eaters looked at Harry with strange eyes, looking at the despairing face of the legendary savior, the famous Harry Potter.

   "You should have noticed that the famous Harry Potter came to my regeneration party." Voldemort's pale face twisted into a smile, "We might as well call him a special guest."

  Harry thought that Voldemort would kill himself in front of his servants, but the Dark Lord

  Under Malfoy's compliment, he finished telling his own legendary deeds, allowing Harry to live a little longer by luck.

  However, if he knew that he was able to stand here and show off the miracles he had created to the Death Eaters, it was entirely the time his most loyal servant helped buy with his life.

"I know the boy you all think is my nemesis..." Voldemort raised his wand and gave Harry the Cruciatus Curse, so that all the Death Eaters could see Harry struggling in pain, "I think this boy is better than me What a stupid idea."

   "I admit that it was a fluke that Harry Potter escaped from me." Voldemort said calmly. "There's no Dumbledore here to protect him, or his mother to make sacrifices for him."

"Now, I'm going to kill Harry Potter to prove my strength." Voldemort knew exactly how to regain the loyalty of the Death Eaters, "but I will give Harry a chance, he can fight me, and then like His father died as heroically, so that you will not wonder who is stronger."

  Harry took back his wand in such a daze, and stood opposite Voldemort, preparing to have a duel that was unfair from the very beginning with the notorious Dark Lord.

   Voldemort just wanted to kill him to gain power, but also planned to make fun of him before killing him.

  Harry stubbornly held his wand, his eyes fixed on Voldemort, ready to make a final duel with him. He knew he was going to be killed, and there was nothing he could do about it... Dumbledore wasn't here anymore, no one could save him.

Two years ago, Harry had joined a short-term dueling club, and in recent months, he had also learned a lot of spells from Sirius, but what he had learned was useless here, because he faced It was Voldemort.

   "Be brave, Harry."

  Harry took a deep breath, holding his head as high as he could.

Even if he died in a heroic battle like his father, he would not give in, would not listen to Voldemort...he would not beg for mercy...Harry raised his wand and stood in front of Voldemort like a hero, ready to cast a spell at him .

   Voldemort was so much faster than him, Harry didn't even have time to say the spell before he was hit again by the Cruciatus Curse.

   Severe pain reoccupied every inch of Harry's body. His head must have been so painful that it was about to crack, but Harry gritted his teeth and couldn't help it, even though his eyes were about to protrude from them,

  The pain stopped, Harry's body was shaking uncontrollably, but he still grabbed his wand and rolled over, trying to attack Voldemort, however, he was knocked down again by the Cruciatus Curse.

  This time, Harry finally couldn't help screaming in pain. He had never made such a scream in his life.

   "Look, how tenacious, he is still not going to give in, he is going to duel with me." Voldemort moved his wand away, and said lightly, "Let Harry rest for a while...I think he must be in pain."

   The Death Eaters laughed again, laughing at Harry's mess. They wanted to see Harry beg for mercy, but Harry didn't answer, still clutching his wand.

  Even if Voldemort used the Imperius Curse, Harry did not succumb, nor did Harry beg Voldemort for mercy.

   "You should give in so you can suffer less before you die."

  Just when Voldemort was about to use the Cruciatus Curse again, Harry finally used the first spell used in the duel—the Disarming Curse.

   However, the spell didn't work, because Voldemort just tilted his head and dodged away, and the severe pain fell on Harry again, causing his already unbearable body to almost fall to the ground.

  Pain had clouded Harry's consciousness, but he knew he couldn't kneel at Voldemort's feet...he would die standing up like his own father.

  Harry tried his best to get up again, but he couldn't stand up anymore.

"Oh, well, I did go a little too far. Harry originally wanted to die heroically. I should give him this chance." Voldemort looked at Harry who was crawling on the ground and said happily, "It is undeniable , he is more tenacious than most people, let us give him a decent death!"

   Just when Voldemort was about to recite the Avada Kedavra Curse to Harry who was lying on the ground, a flame suddenly lit up not far away, and Dumbledore walked out of the flame.

  Voldemort looked at his old acquaintance not far away, with a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth: "You are really stupid, Dumbledore. Do you think you can save Harry Potter by yourself?"

   "The Aurors are already on their way." Dumbledore glanced at Harry who was lying on the ground, and said calmly, "I think they will be very happy to catch you all, and they will have no other excuses by then."

   There was a commotion among the Death Eaters around them. If it was anyone else, they would laugh at each other, but it was Dumbledore who said this.

"Quiet."

  Voldemort glanced at the rioting Death Eaters, raised his wand, looked at Dumbledore and said, "I'm curious, how do you plan to duel with me while protecting that boy?"

   "If you want to do that, I really can't stop it." Dumbledore said calmly, "But, I don't think you can stop me from killing other people either."

  Dumbledore's voice was very cold, so cold that all the Death Eaters around couldn't help shivering.

  They all knew that if Voldemort killed Harry Potter in front of Dumbledore, at least a few Death Eaters would be buried here for Harry.

  After Harry heard Dumbledore's voice, he was almost completely hopeless, and he finally had hope again. However, before Harry had time to rejoice, he realized that he had been dragged back by Dumbledore.

   "Leave me alone, avenge me, kill them all!"

  Harry almost exhausted all his strength and shouted at Dumbledore. The scene was extremely tragic.

  At this moment, the faces of all the Death Eaters changed suddenly. They never thought that Harry Potter was also a ruthless character, and they even wanted their own lives.

   "Harry himself has that awareness." Dumbledore stared at the Death Eaters next to Voldemort, as if he was about to pick a target. If Voldemort was not still here, the Death Eaters would definitely have escaped.

   "Bluff!"

   Voldemort stroked his wand and waved his hand to signal the Death Eaters to disperse.

  The Death Eaters around Voldemort were all relieved, they didn't want to be involved in a duel between the two, it would be a disaster.

   "Are we dueling, or are you scared?"

   "Why should I do what you wish?" Voldemort looked at the old man opposite, as if surprised why the other party said such words, "I know you want to save Harry Potter."

   "You heard it just now, you can't protect everyone." Dumbledore raised his wand and cast a spell at Voldemort.

   "That's not like what you would say, I know you will save Potter, and I know your weakness." Voldemort pretended to be determined by Dumbledore.

   At this moment, Dumbledore directly attacked a hapless Death Eater. If Voldemort hadn't intervened to block the attack, the Death Eater would have died.

   When Voldemort shot to intercept, Dumbledore also seized the opportunity to shoot a deadly spell at Voldemort to hold him back.

   Fawkes appeared above their heads, swooping down, trying to take Harry away from Voldemort's grasp.

   "Do you think you can take Potter away from me with such inferior means?"

  Voldemort raised his wand towards the phoenix, and with a harsh sound, a spell pierced Fox's body, killing Dumbledore's phoenix.

  After the phoenix fell and fell beside Potter, it blazed into flames and turned into a fledgling. Harry, who had just had a glimmer of hope, almost completely despaired.

   "It seems that your plan has failed, Dumbledore." Voldemort laughed brazenly, "You still want to save Harry Potter."

  Where Fox died, a wool sock lay peacefully among the ashes.

  However, before Harry could react, Voldemort discovered the secret of the wool socks earlier. Even though Dumbledore was trying his best to delay him and buy Harry time, the Savior obviously failed to grasp the opportunity at the first time.

   "This is your trick?"

  Voldemort looked at the wool sock with contempt and destroyed it.

   The expression on Dumbledore's face instantly collapsed.

   That wool sock was indeed the Portkey he had prepared for Harry.

  As long as Harry reaches out and grabs the wool sock, he can be transported back to Hogwarts by the Portkey.

   However, the plan failed.

   "Since you want to save him, I'll just kill him."

   With the Death Eaters gone, Voldemort didn't have that much concern. He raised his wand and cast the Avada Kedavra Curse to Harry in front of Dumbledore, not even Dumbledore could stop him from killing Harry Potter.

  However, a strange thing happened, Harry's hand suddenly moved, and the wand in his hand unconsciously pointed at Voldemort, firing a spell, and confronted Avada Kedavra.

  The next moment, the two wands were connected by a dazzling gold.

  Voldemort stared in surprise, never expecting such a weird thing to happen.

   At this moment, something even weirder happened. Harry Potter suddenly disappeared, and he was teleported away.

  The connection between the two wands was thus broken.

"what have you done?"

  Voldemort was extremely angry, and Dumbledore actually rescued Harry Potter in front of him, which was a shame for him.

  However, Voldemort did not notice that when Dumbledore discovered Harry's sudden disappearance, he also had a look of astonishment on his face. Obviously, this matter had nothing to do with Dumbledore.

   Well, who would have thought that Harry Potter would be wearing socks that turned into portkeys?

  Even if Voldemort could easily see through something, he certainly didn't have time to pay attention to what socks or underwear Harry was wearing, and naturally the existence of the Portkey would not be so bad.

  If Barty Jr. had turned his underwear into a Portkey, Dumbledore would not have easily discovered it. Maybe it was really possible...well, it might have been teleported away.

  Of course, the pair of socks were sent by Sirius, and he specifically asked Harry to wear them during the game, which is why he felt relieved to squat Peter Pettigrew near old Tom Riddle's grave.

   As for who came up with this idea, Sirius has repeatedly assured that this is a method he came up with himself, and Lupine can testify for him.

  (end of this chapter)