394. Face Voldemort

Harry's eyes widened, he had forgotten the pain in his arm, the sight before him made him feel a little weak. With-Dream- . lā

Many of the Death Eaters knew each other, such as Lucius Malfoy, who was Malfoy's father, as did Goyle and Crabbe's father. These people were prostrate in front of Voldemort, looking extremely humble.

At that moment, Voldemort waved his sleeve, pointed to Harry on the tombstone, and said, "Come and see, who is this? Our immortal boy, Harry Potter! ”

Voldemort's pale fingers ran over Harry's injured arm, causing him to shiver, but the sting of the scar didn't show up, which made both Harry and Voldemort shudder.

Harry's mind drifted through the strange creature in the Pale World. Voldemort, on the other hand, felt like he had lost something!

Voldemort shook his head, dispelled the ridiculous thought, and said, "I have to say, Harry Potter, you are such an amazing boy, you actually got hit by my Avada Death Charm twice in a row and did not die, come on, come on- tell me how you did it, what the hell was going on with that spell just now, and there shouldn't be another fool who uses anything to protect you like your stupid mother." ”

Harry glared at Voldemort, eager to bite the demon who had ruined his family.

Suddenly, a dazzling golden light came from behind Harry, shooting towards the starry sky, and everyone unconsciously closed their eyes.

"Want to know what kind of spell this is? Tom!"

As Dumbledore's voice sounded behind Harry's back, Harry felt like the whole world was lighting up.

The light had cleared, and the Death Eaters had scattered around the cemetery, and in front of the tombstone, in a dark crack, Field and Cedric were the last to step out, and in front of them were a dozen wizards with wands in their hands, fully guarded.

Dumbledore stood at the front, his eyes fixed on Voldemort.

Behind him, Professor Moody's magic eyes spun around, quickly sweeping over every black-robed person here.

Professors McGonagall, Flitwick, and Splinter are unraveling Harry from the stele. Mr. Weasley and Bill couldn't wait to check on Harry's injuries.

Diggory now saw Cedric and Field finally follow, and angrily stepped forward and gave them two hard blows, and then protected them behind their backs.

Several people from the Ministry of Magic were scattered around vigilantly, led by a tall, balding man with dark skin and a strong wizard with short gray hair, who were from the Auror Office, which Field had seen, and who was an excellent wizard with the tall black Kingsley Shackle, whom Mr. Diggory had praised many times in front of his family. And the big man with gray hair is called Delix, who is Fudge's henchman.

Field quickly compared the numbers on both sides, and found that they were almost evenly matched, so he had to complain that Fudge was too timid, and if he could mobilize all the adult wizards present at the Ministry of Magic to come together, he would have an overwhelming absolute advantage.

The dark crack was being healed, and at the last moment, a black figure burst out, startling Field.

It was a huge black dog, and as soon as it appeared, it ran for Harry.

Field pouted, his wand clenched a little.

The big dog came up to Harry, suddenly transformed into Sirius Black, and hugged Harry.

"I just went to catch a little beetle, but I didn't expect you to make another mess, Harry, you can get into trouble just as much as your father Jaime. ”

Black rubbed Harry's head indulgently as he aimed his wand in Voldemort's direction.

The battle is on the verge of breaking out.

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"Albus, Dumbledore, won't you welcome your old friend back?" Voldemort laughed maniacally.

"Tom, then—welcome back—" Dumbledore said, the Elder wand in his hand pointed at Voldemort, emitting a dazzling red light, and almost at the same time, Voldemort's wand also shot a green light, colliding with the red light, bursting into a dazzling light.

Centered on Voldemort and Dumbledore, the surrounding Death Eaters, Hogwarts, and Ministry of Magic wizards scattered in all directions to prevent being affected by their spells.

Around the cemetery, almost two by two began to fight, and in the previous confrontation, they had already confirmed their respective goals.

At this point, Field and Harry were hiding behind a large tombstone, and Cedric was watching around vigilantly with his wand in hand.

Field looked around, preparing to sneak up on the Death Eaters, but seeing the surrounding spells flying around, he decided that he might as well stay here and wait for his chance, if he was hit by a spell that didn't fly long, it would be more than worth the loss.

At this moment, a wand was kicked out by Professor Flitwick in the field of vision, and Field quietly chanted a flying spell on the wand.

"The wand is flying—" The wand swooped to Harry's side.

"Thank you!" Harry hurriedly picked up his wand.

Beside him, Cedric stood up suddenly. "Passed out—"

A red light shot out and struck a Death Eater who was competing for magic in Kingsley.

"Thank you!" Kingsley shouted, then turned into a white light and a black smoke tangled together.

"Field, Harry, you guys hide, I'll help—" Cedric said, running towards a Ministry of Magic man who was besieged by two Death Eaters.

The battlefield in the graveyard is chaotic, and the Fields and Harryians also need to dodge the flying spell from time to time.

"Harry Potter!" With an angry roar, a yellow light flew in.

As Harry turned his head, he was horrified to see the spell coming to his face, and it was the crazy little Barty who shot it.

"Bang-" There was a ripple after the collision of mana, and Field, holding his wand, deflected it with a deflection charm.

"Barty Jr., is my opponent?" Field's eyes were full of anger as he looked at Barty Jr., the cunning Death Eater had given him a headache for a whole year, because Barty Jr. had the same name as his father, Barty Crouch, so Field had never suspected it on the map of the living point, which made him blush with some chagrin in retrospect.

"Imp—" Barty Jr. said, firing a stun spell that was flicked back with an iron armor charm by Field, who had already prepared it, but the experienced Barty Jr. also deflected it with an offset charm.

As Field and Barty Jr. confronted each other, Harry screamed and ran in the direction of the yew.

"Wormtail, don't run—" Harry angrily fired a stun spell at Wormtail, who was about to sneak away, and the hem of the black robe that brushed the Wormtail with red light struck the ground, splashing a cloud of grass clippings.

"Harry, be careful!" Felder shouted, and then smashed the petrification spell shot by Barty Jr. head-on.

"Boy, don't be distracted during a duel!" Barty Jr. stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.

"Avada Suo—" From Barty's wand, a strong green light flew out.

Field snapped on his toes, then slammed his heels, and his body shifted backwards in a completely defying physical phenomenon, dodging the Curse.

"EU-RE-" With two hurried syllables, Field swung his wand downward, and a huge ice pick appeared out of thin air and slammed it down on Barty Jr.

"Broken bones—" Barty Jr. hurriedly unleashed a smashing spell that shattered the ice pick, but large chunks of ice still obstructed his vision.

"LE-B-FE-" The tip of the dragon descending wooden staff, the air flow began to compress extremely much, and then a half-moon-shaped compressed wind blade shot towards little Barty.

The sharp wind blade cut the ice between the two like tofu, and appeared in front of little Barty in an instant.

Sensing the mortal threat of the Wind Blade, Little Barty's already pale face turned three points whiter, and he rolled forward, dodging the Wind Blade, but was smashed on his forehead by the falling ice.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Field took two quick diagonal steps, and then stepped on a mysterious rhythmic footstep and jumped in front of little Barty at once.

Little Barty had not raised the wand in his hand before he saw Field teleporting in front of him, which startled him directly.

The corners of Field's mouth were slightly raised, and he was thrilled by the miraculous results of the plum blossom stake that he had practiced for a long time, and he quickly clenched his left fist, and before Barty Jr. could raise his wand, he swung a full blow into his face.

"Bang-" With a muffled sound, Field's face turned pale, and a cold sweat quickly remained. And little Barty's blood-soaked face, which was smashed by the ice, was full of madness.

The back of Field's left hand was now peeled open and somewhat deformed, and the silver arm that had just blocked Field's full punch was quickly grabbing forward.

At the critical moment, Field grabbed the wand with his right wrist and flicked it, sending out a repulsion spell, and a sudden burst of magic power burst around him, shaking little Barty out of the way.

"The thug fell to the ground—" Field didn't wait for Barty Jr. to stand still, and he quickly shot a stun spell, and the red light flew straight towards Barty Jr.'s door.

Barty Jr. staggered back two steps, then stabilized, and a green light shot out of his wand heading straight for Field.

"Avada Suo—"

Field's red light was resisted by the green light of the Curse in front of Barty Jr., and the two rays of light connected the wands of the two, stalemate with each other.

Little Barty's face was frenzied, and he desperately poured magic into his wand. On the other hand, Field was in a cold sweat, his left hand was broken, and the pain in his heart was affecting him all the time, making it impossible for him to hit the spirit and infuse the magic into his wand.

Field gritted his teeth and insisted, but the place where the two rays of light met was getting closer and closer to him, and Barty's fanatical face had begun to distort under the reflection of the light that burst out at the intersection of light and shadow.

Little Barty's magic is very strong, coupled with the powerful life-requiring charm, Field is already a little reluctant to resist, and the pain in his left hand makes him a little overwhelmed.

Fortunately, Field's magic power is not weak, and with the help of a powerful dragon descending wooden wand, it can still support it for a while.

Field gritted his teeth, calmed his mind, and focused his energizing energy on the magic contest of each other, gradually stabilizing the situation.

"It's just a doll hiding in the castle, and this little injury makes it impossible for you to concentrate—" Barty Jr. looked at him with ease, constantly teasing Field with words, trying to distract him.

Field was a little annoyed now, he knew that he should have designed a set of rune tattoos for himself, otherwise he wouldn't have been so embarrassed.

"Hahaha--little one--die obediently, you've given me a lot of trouble this year. Little Barty laughed and increased the magic....

The pain in his left hand was getting worse and worse, and Field was not the kind of person who could go crazy and ignore any effects of pain, which had a huge impact on his play.

Seeing the green light getting closer and closer to him, Field gritted his teeth and muttered, "Damn, you forced me-"

Slowly closing his eyes, the pained expression on Field's face slowly disappeared, and little Barty slowly disappeared with a feverish smile.

A moment later, when Field opened his eyes again, he noticed that the other person's temperament had changed.

At this time, Field's face no longer frowned because of pain, the momentum on his body began to rise, and the red light on the wand in his hand became more vigorous.

Just as little Barty became solemn, Field's body began to change, his body began to rise, his short hair began to grow rapidly, and the color changed from black to dazzling gold. On top of that, his ears began to lift upwards and become pointed. The overall facial features and face shape have also become more three-dimensional.

Little Barty watched in amazement as Field changed, until finally, when one of Field's eyes turned golden, he already felt as if the little guy in front of him had changed into a different person.

At this time, Field's face was replaced by a wicked smile, he slowly raised his deformed left hand, placed it in front of him, and his left hand began to twist automatically, with the sound of "click-click-", the originally deformed hand has returned to normal.

"How is this possible, what kind of monster are you?" said Barty's face was full of incredulity.

At this time, Field didn't answer the other party's thoughts at all, just smiled evilly, and then the wand in his hand burst out with a dazzling red light, which instantly dispersed little Barty's spell and knocked him out.

At the moment of crisis, little Barty subconsciously blocked the silver wrist of his left hand in front of him.

"Bang-" The light scattered, his wrist was blown into silver starlight, and little Barty was knocked out of the way.

"Impossible—" Barty Jr. roared, and the spell struck again.

Field's spell was under Barty Jr.'s spell, moving forward step by step, casually dispersing all of the opponent's attacks, as if he were strolling leisurely.

After more than a dozen spells in a row, little Barty's magic was a little too much to bear. That's when Field began to fight back.

It seemed to wave his wand at random, but powerful spells hit Barty Jr., who dodged between the tombstones in embarrassment, using the tombstones to resist Field's attacks.

Looking at Barty Jr.'s embarrassed figure, Field had a playful smile on his face. After a few moments, though, he lost interest.

"Too weak, too weak—" Field shook his head, his wand flickered, and a spell landed on the stone tablet where Barty Jr. was hiding.

Little Barty's face was pale at this point, and he hid behind one of the strongest tombstones he could find, not daring to look up. Hearing the other man say "too weak", he couldn't raise the slightest sense of anger, because just now, he felt as if he was facing his master, Voldemort, when facing the boy.

Just as he was thinking nonsense, he suddenly felt the stone tablet where he was hiding tremble, and then his eyes went black, and the whole person flew out.

At this time, at the tombstone, a huge stone fist suddenly grew on it, and the fist was still full of bloodstains, and little Barty's body had been knocked out dozens of meters away at this time, and after breaking a yew, it hung on the stump and did not move.