In the face of this powerful spell, Voldemort didn't even raise his wand at all, and rolled up his sleeves directly, and the spell that was about to shoot at him was directly reversed.

The red spell enveloped Wu Qizhe, throwing him into the air and rolling continuously, he clenched the wand that was about to break away from his grasp, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Say, how do you know that Barty Jr. is disguised as Moody, and whether Barty Jr.'s identity has been revealed." Voldemort was furious, and his snake eyes flashed with a dazzling light: "Drill the heart! ”

His black magic struck Wu Qizhe.

Wu Qizhe only felt a heart-piercing pain! This pain almost exceeded the upper limit of what a human could bear, as if the heart split into five or six petals in an instant.

Wu Qizhe felt weak for a while, but his super physique could still keep his head clear.

Krum on the side looked frightened for a while, but he felt relieved in his heart, you are invincible in front of me, you have encountered Voldemort but you are not powerless, the whole person looks embarrassed, although he is not doing it himself, but he is still secretly refreshed.

"Tell me everything you know." Voldemort increased the intensity of the Drill Heart Curse.

The pain instantly spread all over his body, Wu Qizhe felt as if he was about to die of pain, his angry eyes glared at Voldemort fiercely, his wand was raised in the backhand, and he roared hoarsely: "Powerful fire curse." The flames rose violently and pounced directly on Voldemort.

Voldemort, who was still casting the Heart Drilling Spell, didn't expect the other party to be able to resist, and when he wanted to dodge, the flames had already burned to his sleeves, but that's all, with the magic power in his hands, the flames that were still burning on his sleeves were extinguished in an instant.

The flames lost Wu Qizhe's control and immediately dissipated with the wind, and he smiled bitterly, Voldemort is really difficult to deal with!

"You know what? You've completely me off? Voldemort looked at the sleeves of his shirt that had been burned out of the gap, and suddenly his face was dull, not to mention that there was a group of his faithful followers around him, and at a glance, the surrounding Death Eaters hurriedly lowered their heads, not daring to show the slightest disrespect.

Voldemort's killing intent towards Wu Qizhe could no longer be suppressed, and he now wanted this miscellaneous fish that didn't know where to run out of it to die immediately.

"Avada suo!" Voldemort didn't intend to be consumed, so this time he made a move, it was the deadliest of the three unforgivable curses.

The green light on the wand flickered, and a miserable green curse as thick as a bucket, with the breath of death, shot towards Wu Qizhe.

Just from the power of the death curse, it can be seen how much he wants to kill Wu Qizhe, who has just cast a fierce fire curse and burned his sleeve.

The surrounding Death Eaters watched such a powerful death curse shoot towards Wu Qizhe, and they all had only one thought, that is, the young man in front of him who didn't know where he came out of it was dead.

Seeing that Wu Qizhe was about to be concentrated by the death curse, Krum didn't even have any sympathy, he even hoped that the other party would die in front of him soon, and the grudges that had been accumulated for many days could finally be expressed at one time.

A smile tugged at the corners of Lucius's mouth, he still remembered how ignorant this Oriental exchange student was when he first met him, and how he lost face, and now he finally had to pay the price, and the price of death.

Almost instantly, the death curse had already come to Wu Qizhe.

In Voldemort's expectant gaze, the green death curse instantly drowned Wu Qizhe.

"Buzz..." made a shrill buzzing sound.

"Haha..."Voldemort didn't pay attention to the sudden sound, in his opinion, the young man opposite was bound to die by his death curse, which made the ant who had just lost face finally dead, and what was even more odious was that he wanted to use little Barty to deceive himself, which was simply unforgivable.

However, just as he was laughing so much, the scene in front of him made his laughter come to an abrupt end.

The young man, who seemed to him to be blind, completely dead, stood in front of him, and after a moment of fog, he raised a shield on his left hand with a ridiculous star on it.

"Could it be that my death curse is blocked by the shield in his hand?" Voldemort said in disbelief that his death curse had been blocked by a piece of broken copper.

"Aren't the facts right in front of you?" Wu Qizhe shrugged his shoulders and waited for the battle, he really didn't expect that Captain America's shield would really come in handy one day, and as soon as he appeared, he saved his life.

"I don't believe it." Voldemort said angrily, and then the wand was pointed directly at the other party, and the green death curse slammed past one after another, as if there was no need to consume mana at all.

A piercing "buzzing" sound rang out in the collision between the spell and the shield, and the sound became louder and louder, and even the surrounding Death Eaters covered their ears uncomfortably.

Krum was even more unbearable, his eyes rolled and he fell to his knees, the piercing buzzing sound that made his head dazed.

The green death curse and Wu Qizhe's Captain America shield kept fighting, and the continuous collision made his wrist feel sour and uncomfortable.

A sneer crossed Voldemort's face, waiting for this moment: "Except for your weapon." The red beam slammed into the shield.

Wu Qizhe only felt a burst of traction, and the shield was about to be taken out of his hand, and the sourness in his hand made him a little powerless.

Voldemort increased the magic power output on his wand, and pulled it hard, Wu Qizhe could no longer hold the shield in his hand, and suddenly took off his hand and plunged into a hard tombstone.

At the same moment, the tip of the wand in Voldemort's hand was full of green light, and the death curse hit out again, hitting Wu Qizhe's chest without any accidents, and the strong impact directly flew out with him, and even knocked the angel statue behind him to the ground.

Lying quietly on the ground, no longer alive.

You're going to die this time, Voldemort smirked, and it was a real struggle! A wizard who has not yet reached adulthood has consumed it with him until now, and even most of the magic power on his body has been consumed, is it so difficult for young people nowadays?

This reminded Voldemort of Harry Potter again, no, if it weren't for those who were killed by himself, Harry Potter's parents would have been doomed today.

The surrounding Death Eaters stepped forward to congratulate Voldemort on his prowess and slaughter the boy who dared to provoke and provoke the majesty just now.

None of them paid attention to the "corpses" on the ground, and no one seemed to doubt his death, could anyone survive Voldemort's death curse? You might say Harry Potter, but it was definitely an accident, and at the same time his mother died, and it was his mother's death that gave him a chance to live.

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