Ah, Sirius, that traitor to the Black family! The smile on Voldemort's face suddenly retracted, and he said with some disappointment. I was expecting the two of you to meet here and die together, and it must have been a wonderful scene......"

"So he escaped from here, didn't he?" Harry's dead heart suddenly became more energetic, and he asked eagerly.

"It's not impossible for you to think so." Voldemort said slowly, a strange smile appearing on his face again. "But I think he'd probably rather die here!"

Harry didn't pay any attention to Voldemort's next words, and couldn't help but feel a glimmer of joy in his heart, he only knew that Sirius was still alive and had managed to escape from here......

That's good news, at least!

Harry's change in mood naturally could not hide Voldemort's insight, which also destroyed the joy of his resurrection.

"Where's that inept house-elf?" Voldemort looked around and said sinisterly.

There was a brief commotion among the crowds gathered around.

Moments later, an ugly, scrawny house-elf was kicked out by the Death Eaters.

"Twinkle?" Harry immediately recognized it as Mr. Crouch's house-elf, who had been in the World Quidditch Cup

Twinkle ignored Harry's cries, trembling and her bulb-sized eyes filled with fear.

"Come here, you idiot!" Voldemort stared at it viciously. "Potter had the heart to remind me that I haven't punished you for your incompetence and dereliction of duty!"

"Sir, Twilight... Twinkle was knocked unconscious...... "Twinkle stammered to defend herself.

"I don't want to hear your explanation!" Voldemort sneered, raised his wand slightly, and read word by word. “Crucio！ (Drill the heart and cut the bone)"

"Ahhh

The Death Eaters watched with horror as no one gloated, for some of them had been subjected to the exact same punishment not long ago!

"Stop!" Looking at the sparkle that was on the verge of collapse, Harry mustered up the courage to shout.

However, Voldemort had no intention of stopping, just admiring the glittering and distorted expression.

Nearly half a minute later, Twinkle couldn't scream, her face was covered with snot and tears, and she lay straight on the ground like a dying fish, twitching from time to time.

Voldemort then seemed to have lost interest in torturing the house-elf, and lowered his wand and turned to look at Harry. "Don't be in such a hurry, it's coming to you, Potter!"

"Now, let's get back to what we didn't finish!" Voldemort's red eyes gleamed in the darkness, and a word fluttered out of his mouth. "Duel!"

Harry took a deep breath and clenched his wand in his right hand, knowing that there was no way out, and that resistance was the only option!

But in the face of the Dark Lord, who countless wizards did not dare to call by his name, Harry's heart was filled with a feeling of despair.

Come to think of it, I've learned so many spells this year......

Harry's brain was spinning desperately, his dueling experience was very limited, he had only practiced with Ron and Hermione a few times.

Defense, build defense first!

"Protegos~" Harry thought of this, his wand quickly pointed at him, and an invisible barrier of magic soon enveloped him.

"Not bad! The Iron Armor Charm can be mastered at this age, so Dumbledore usually teaches you well! Voldemort said with a little surprise.

Under the protection of the Iron Charm, Harry gradually regained some courage, and his eyes were staring directly at Voldemort's every move, ready to withstand all attacks!

But Harry soon realized that he was naïve, and Voldemort raised his hand slightly, and an indescribable pain filled his mind, like someone was constantly scraping his flesh with a hot knife, and his headache almost exploded.

Harry couldn't make a sound, but the pain quickly tore through his senses, and sharp screams poured out of his mouth.

"Looks like Dumbledore didn't tell you that the Iron Charm can't defend against certain spells!" Voldemort stared happily at Harry's face distorted by pain, and then gently continued to remind him like an instructor.

"And...... Whether magic works depends on who uses it! ”

As he spoke, Voldemort waved his wand again, and an arm-thick black beam of light flashed through the air.

The Iron Charm's defenses were like papier-mâché, shattering before they could resist for even a second, and Harry watched as the black light hit him, and his body seemed to fly, tumbling and slamming into the tombstone behind him.

Harry's right hand was still holding the wand in his hand, and he was desperate to get up from the ground when he hit the ground, but it hurt so badly that he almost fell into the hole that Peter had just made out and had not had time to fill in the hole.

Tom Riddle's name came into view on the tombstone, but Harry suddenly felt that after today, the name on the tombstone would be replaced by himself—if Voldemort was really willing to erect a monument to him.

"I have to say, you've disappointed me! Porter! Voldemort approached step by step, and said indifferently.

"I thought you'd be extra special! They all say you're my nemesis, but now it seems that you're not as great as they say you are, and it's just a bit of luck! There's no second person to die for you now! ”

Hearing Voldemort mention his mother, Harry's anger suddenly burst into his heart, dispelling the fear that had shrouded his mind, and he said hatefully. "We're all the same, and you're nothing remarkable, Voldemort! Everybody hates and hates you! ”

"Really? You'll soon lose feeling that way! Voldemort sneered, raised his wand again, and a faint green light flashed.

"It's time to wrap it up! Porter! Avada Kedavra！ (Arvada Suo)" Voldemort whispered the incantation, and a green beam of light flew out from the tip of his wand.

The fear of death slowed Harry's heart by half a beat, and he knew very well that the Iron Charm was no way to defend against the Killing Charm, and his weak body made it impossible to avoid it.

Death was near, but Harry didn't want to be killed, he wanted to die in self-defense like his parents did.

"Expelliarmus~" Harry shouted hoarsely, waving his wand vigorously.

(End of chapter)