"Oh...... Using Perthie, of course. Joggins' information. Use my loyal new friends stationed at Hogwarts to make sure that kid is sure to make the Glasses of Fire. Use our new friend to make sure that kid wins the tournament - first he touches the trophy of the Three Witches Fighting Contest - and before that, my new friend has turned it into a portkey, which will bring him here. Dumbledore's protection would be beyond his reach. He'll be in my arms. Here he is—the child you once believed to be my nemesis......"

Voldemort slowly stepped forward, turning to face Harry. He raised his wand.

"Grucio!"

Harry felt pain like never before.

His bones seemed to be roasted by fire, his head was torn along the scars, and his eyes were spinning wildly. He really wanted it to be over...... Hurry up and pass out...... Hurry up and die...... Later the pain went away.

He was loosely tied to Voldemort's father's tombstone, and he saw those bright red eyes in a haze. The night echoed with the laughter of the ghouls.

"You see, how stupid it would be to say that this kid was ever stronger than I was!" said Voldemort, "but I think everyone knows that in their hearts. Harry Potter just escaped from me. Now, here, in front of all of you, I'm going to kill him to prove my strength. There was no more Dumbledore to help him, no more mothers who died for him. I'll give him a chance, I'll allow him to fight. You'll be sure which of the two of us is stronger. Nagini, wait a little longer. He whispered.

The snake slipped into the grass, where the Death Eaters stood and watched.

And Van Lin set his eyes on the snake, the snake named Nagini, now he has a natural advantage, Voldemort is in the light, and he is in the dark, he should probably find a way to kill Nagini, a Horcrux ......!

Van Lin knew the spell, and all he needed to do was activate the Calendar Fire Spell, so that he could destroy a Horcrux and go to Sirius's house during the holidays......

Anyway, the Horcrux in Kreacher's hand couldn't run, and Van Lin was not very worried about this problem.

"Now let him go, Barty, and give him back his wand. Voldemort said softly, and Van Lin's gaze followed Nagini closely.

Nagini slipped into the crowd, behind the Death Eaters, and before that, Vanlin had to kill that group, and he had to have some communication with Harry.

"Harry, Harry......" Van Lin posted on the back of the tombstone.

The voice was familiar to Harry's ears, but it was here......

"Harry, I don't have time to explain to you, now I need you to use your wand to have a one-on-one duel with Voldemort, I'm Van Lin, I've come here by tracking you, and I'm in the state of the Illusion Charm, and Fawkes is with me. ”

Vanlin spoke quickly, and Harry felt a claw grabbing him lightly on the shoulder.

"What should I do......" Harry asked in a low voice, he had no choice now, no matter what, Voldemort couldn't let him go, it might as well ......

"Attack Voldemort with a disarming charm. ”

Harry was taken aback, he wasn't sure if the sound was sending him to death, but now he was no different from dead......

After saying that, Van Lin hurried away, far away, he stayed too long, and it was too dangerous to be exposed to Voldemort's line of sight.

Koravis approached Harry, who hurriedly stretched out his feet to get up before the rope was untied. Crouch raised his newly-dressed silver hand, and with a slam of blow, he cut the rope that bound Harry to the tombstone. For a few fractions of a second, Harry considered escaping, but his injured calf was shaking as he stood on the overgrown graveyard.

He wasn't sure if he should have listened to Van Lin, or if the voice was just his hallucination?

By this time, the Death Eaters had gathered, forming a tight encirclement around Harry and Voldemort, and the missing Death Eaters had been closed.

Crouch walked out of the encirclement and walked towards the place where they had been knocked down, and when he returned, he took Harry's wand and shoved it into Harry's hand without raising his head.

Barty Crouch Jr. then returned to the encirclement formed by the ghouls.

"Come on, Harry Potter, I think you've learned how to due, right?" said Voldemort softly, his red eyes glistening in the darkness. Hearing this, Harry remembered the dueling club he had briefly joined at Hogwarts two years ago, though it had been a long time ago...... All he learned there was a disarming spell called the Disarming Charm...... Even if he could use it to take Voldemort's wand, what was the use? He was now surrounded by more than thirty Death Eaters.

He knew he was facing a situation that Moody had always told him about...... The unbreakable curse of Arvada—Voldemort was right—and his mother was not here to die for him this time...... He felt helpless......

"Harry, let's bow to each other. Voldemort said, bending slightly, but his serpentine face was still facing Harry.

"Hurry up, these details are something that must be followed...... Dumbledore likes to see that you are polite...... Harry, bow to death, the Death Eaters laughed.

Voldemort's lipsless mouth smiled.

Harry didn't bow, he didn't want to be toyed with by Voldemort before he killed him, and he didn't want him to be satisfied.

He wasn't sure if the voice was Vanlin, if it was...... Duel with Voldemort, this is undoubtedly an act that sent him to death, but now the choice is not in his hands.

Harry was tempted to go back in time and choke the man who had put his name in the Goblet of Fire.

"I said it, bow. Voldemort said, raising his wand. Harry felt as if a large, unseen hand was pulling him, causing his upper body to bend brutally forward, and his spine to bend as well.

The ghouls laughed even harder than before.

"Very well," Voldemort said softly, then raised his wand so that the force of Harry's downward pressure was instantly gone. "Now you're facing me, like a man—straighten your back proudly, as your father did when he died—well, now we'll duel. ”

Voldemort raised his wand, and before Harry could defend himself, or even move, he had been spelled by Krumbleth.

It felt terrible, Harry had experienced it before. Pain enough to drive people crazy.

The excruciating, all-encompassing pain made him feel no sense of where he was now—the fiery knife pierced every inch of his skin, his head almost burst in pain, and he screamed, louder than ever...... Suddenly, the pain stopped.

Harry rolled over and struggled to his feet, shaking involuntarily, just like Crouch had done after one of his hands had been cut off. Harry staggered to the side, to the wall of the Death Eaters watching, but they pushed him back in front of Voldemort.