There was a rumbling sound, and the ground kept shaking and shaking, and everyone felt that they were a little unsteady on their feet and lost their balance.

Compared to Harry, who could only crouch on the ground and support the ground with his hands, Voldemort cast a spell on himself, forcibly stabilizing his body, and then frowned, looking in the direction of the huge magma lake in the distance.

There was a red patch, shining with a high-temperature color, and the scorching heat radiation was overwhelmingly emitted, filling the air, even if there were multiple spells as a barrier to protect this area, there was no way to completely shield it.

At this moment, the lava lake seemed to be boiling because of the shaking just now, constantly bubbling and bubbling, and from time to time there were waves of blazing hot lava erupting.

The tremors didn't last forever, and quickly, as they had done the previous times, slowly subsided. Of course, in comparison, the duration of each vibration is getting longer and longer.

It's just that the interrupted topic is a little difficult to pick up naturally, and the atmosphere of "the return of the demon king" that was finally created before is also directly destroyed and difficult to recover, after all, it is difficult for Voldemort to pretend that nothing happened and continue to pick up the topic two minutes ago.

The scene was a little embarrassing at one point-

“……”

“……”

Voldemort was upset, rather unhappy. He withdrew his gaze to the creeping worm's tail beneath his feet.

The robe wrapped around the severed arm of the worm's tail was soaked with blood, and he clung to his severed arm and collapsed there crying.

"Master......" Peter Pettigrew choked up, "Master...... You promised...... ...... you promised"

"Shut up, Wormtail." Voldemort had a cruel look on his face.

"The host...... Master...... Please, please......" Peter Pettigrew whispered with a desperate wail like a wild dog.

"You returned to me, not out of loyalty, but out of fear of your old friends. You deserve it, Wormtail, you know that, don't you? ”

"Look, Harry, we're finally meeting each other for real......"

After saying that, Voldemort didn't pay any more attention to Peter Pettigrew, but took a few steps forward and looked at Harry Potter -

"Thirteen years, a full thirteen years, do you know how I spent these thirteen years......

“……”

“……”

Harry stared at him, only to feel the scar on his forehead ach so violently that he almost screamed.

But he bit his lip as hard as he could, biting and bleeding, and he didn't let himself make any sound, even if his head hurt so much that it was about to burst. And he forced himself to stare at Voldemort with a kind of resentment, without showing the slightest timidity.

The demon in front of him killed his parents and ruined his family......

This is an enmity that does not share the heavens! He can't give in in front of the other no matter what, no matter what!

In a trance, in the midst of a severe headache, he seemed to return to the previous year when he faced the Dementors, his consciousness falling down in the thick white mist, and his parents' voices were louder than ever.

The voices echoed in his head:

"Lily, take Harry and run away! It's him! Escape! Come on! I'm going to resist him—"

"Don't touch Harry! Don't move Harry! Please...... Be merciful! Sending out the ...... of compassion"

"Go aside, you stupid woman...... Go aside! Now ......"

"Don't touch Harry, please don't, take me there, kill me-"

There is the sound of a man screaming, appearing panicked; Someone stumbled out of the room, and then the wooden door burst; There was also a shrill voice laughing maniacally, and a woman screaming pleading......

Harry felt his body fall straight down with a heavy fall, falling in the cold mist.

"Oh, look at you, so stupid, so weak, why does everyone think you're my nemesis?"

The cold, snake-like sound woke Harry abruptly, and he saw Voldemort slowly walking towards him, slowly raising his wand.

"There's no one left to die for you now, and there's no Dumbledore to protect you, thanks to Fudge's idiot for insisting on sending you to me...... Barty told you, the magic in you is still there. ”

At this, a hint of excitement appeared on Voldemort's flat face.

"I could have gotten rid of those spells, but I kept them, why do you think that? Because I'm going to announce to everyone that I'm back! I'm going to kill you one-on-one in front of everyone, and prove how stupid those people are......"

Personally......

One......

Kill me......??

Harry was still glaring at Voldemort in resentment, but he had a vague realization in his mind that this was the reason why he was not killed in the first place, and everyone thought that he was the savior and Voldemort's nemesis.

Therefore, this Dark Lord seems to scoff and disapprove on the surface, but in fact, he attaches great importance to it, and must solve this problem by himself and wash his reputation......

"Your stupid mother, let my life-requisition spell bounce back on me, ah...... The pain is more than anything else, and nothing can resist it. I have been stripped of my flesh, worse than a ghost, worse than the humblest of geistins...... But I'm alive. ”

Voldemort was still talking in that calm and somewhat frightening voice, and behind the calm there seemed to be a huge wave, and anyone would think that his emotions at the moment were completely abnormal.

"I remember the days and nights when I couldn't close my eyes, and I just forced myself to live over and over again, second by second...... See? You've all seen it now! Right now! I have regained my body, my strength, and this boy is going to die! ”

He raised his hands and moved his fingers, his expression ecstatic, and his voice suddenly doubled!

Harry was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Voldemort was not talking to himself at the moment, but to the countless audiences behind him.

He guessed right.

……

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United Kingdom, Scotland.

Hogwarts Castle, in the Great Hall.

“……”

“……”

The silence, the dead silence, the uneasiness was spreading rapidly at the moment.

Students from the four houses, along with students from two other magic schools, sat around four long tables, above which thousands of candles fluttered in the air lit up the auditorium.

On the top of the table was a long table for the teachers, but there were also referees such as Bagman, officials from the Ministry of Magic such as Minister Fudge, and the principals of two other schools of magic.

However, compared to ten minutes ago, the auditorium at this time was eerily quiet, and there was no longer any laughter or whispering. Hundreds of faces staring at the magic projection looked like pale lanterns at this moment.

The long silence and the incomparably oppressive atmosphere made people almost breathless, as if they were suffocated by a boulder in their chest.

The expressions on many people's faces froze, and some people's mouths kept opening wide and couldn't close at all.

People are conformists, and when the people around them don't speak, they often don't dare to squeak, even the junior ones who don't know the seriousness of the matter, or the wizards from Muggle families, at least understand that something big is going to happen at this time.

Especially the expressions of the people in the teacher's seat, Mr. Crouch's face was bloodless, Bagman's smile was completely frozen, and the Minister of Magic, Mr. Fudge...... There was no smile on his face.

It was as if someone had struck him head-on, his mouth opening and closing, as if there were no words to express his anger.

He refused to believe in such a ridiculous thing, refused to believe that his orderly, stable and comfortable world could be ruined, and refused to believe that Voldemort could make a comeback.

In particular, the Dark Lord and his men even said in public that he, the current Minister of Magic, was an idiot?!

The fool was clearly offended, and there was a look of stubbornness and stubbornness on his face. But there was nothing he could say, because everything that happened in the projection was so terrible that he lost all his courage in an instant.

He looked around him for help, at Dumbledore, and then froze for a moment, as the White Wizard had disappeared from his seat.

Subconsciously, a strange thought popped up in Fudge's mind: this is a conspiracy!

"How is that possible...... How can it be...... The mystery man, the mystery man is back......" Ron had collapsed in his seat, muttering to himself, his eyes blank.

From just now to now, what happened was too impactful, let alone Ron, and even his twin brother, who had always been heartless, looked solemn and worried.

Some timid girls have even covered their eyes at this time and dare not continue to look at it.

Hermione stared at what was happening in the magic projection, not knowing what to do, what could she do! One can only pray that the professors are capable of dealing with such emergencies.

However, even Professor Moody turned out to be an impostor, a fake, who else could she expect?!

She subconsciously looked at the teacher's chair, and then realized that Headmaster Dumbledore was gone, and Snape didn't know where he had gone, only Professor McGonagall was in charge.

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……

The camera returns to the huge hollow inside the mountain-

"I want to dispel all the misunderstandings in people's minds. Harry Potter escaped from me by complete fluke. Now I will kill him to prove my strength, right here and now, in your presence......"

Voldemort calmed down, his red eyes shining in the darkness.

"Now let's duel, I want you to be like a man...... Hold your head high, just like when your father died at my hands......"

Harry knew it was all over, hopeless, isolated.

But.

He couldn't just die like that, he couldn't just let Voldemort kill himself like a dog...... He was going to die standing like his father, and he was going to die in self-defense, even if self-defense was impossible......

He clenched his wand and held it in front of him, forcing himself to face Voldemort.

"Meaningless deeds, in front of you is the greatest wizard in history, the most powerful ...... in this world" Voldemort laughed.

Boom——!!

Very suddenly, another huge vibration interrupted the Dark Lord's boasting, as if the whole mountain had suddenly jumped!

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