As a master dueling, Voldemort certainly wouldn't be tricked by Harry's tricks, his Iron Armor Charm was so strong that the Disarming Charm only made the Iron Armor Charm flicker twice.

Harry, who had been ravaged by the world in the mirror, was far from being the weak chicken version of Harry in the original book who was cleaned up by Voldemort and had no power to fight back, and when he saw that the spell didn't work, he threw out two more disarming charms - he didn't think about dark magic, but considering his own situation and magic proficiency, he still chose the best disarming charm.

What's easy is best, and he remembers Louis's teachings.

Voldemort's cruel red eyes shimmered with bloodthirstiness, and he was so satisfied with Harry's fighting prowess that he used his wand to remove Harry's spell while baring his teeth and yelling excitedly, "Yes, that's it, that's it! Then you deserve a name like mine, the boy who never dies!"

Rather than torturing a weak chicken who was powerless, he looked forward to subduing Harry, who had a good ability to resist.

The more Harry resisted, the more excited Voldemort became, as the Dark Lord would certainly want his opponent to be stronger, and there was no glory at all in slaughtering a weak chicken who had no power to resist - after all, he was a Slytherin, and he was still very extreme.

"But you're rude, Harry, and I remember to bow before dueling!" Voldemort's eyes froze, and he flicked his wand to force Harry to bend over.

Harry let out an iron armor spell in an instant, and another disarming spell struck. Voldemort's eye quickly flicked the spell, and the disarming charm flew out, this time unlucky, hitting Crabbe, who was watching on the side, Crabbe screamed and flew out, his body slammed into the tombstone and fell to the ground, he curled up and disappeared.

It should have hurt badly.

"The power of the spell is good, but are you limited to this?" Voldemort roared loudly, reaching out to stop the Death Eaters who were surrounding him and wanted to help: "Stand down, he's mine, stand down!"

Hearing Voldemort's words, the Death Eaters retreated reluctantly, and even the twisted monsters stopped around, watching Harry and the Death Eaters fight.

"Now it's my turn, Harry, give in before me!" Voldemort smirked, "Ierio! (Out of Body)"

Suddenly, Harry felt as if there were no thoughts in his head, this was the first time in his life that he had felt this way, how happy, no need to think, he seemed to be floating, dreaming......

"Yield, Harry, you can't resist him...... Go ahead...... It's your destiny......" There seemed to be a seductive voice in his head bewitching him.

But there was another voice in his head, much more powerful than the one he had just had.

"Say to him, 'Go ***'!"

"Give in...... This is your destiny......

"Go to *** ......"

"Give in...... This is your destiny......

"Go to ***!" The words burst out of Harry's mouth and echoed over the graveyard, and the toast didn't count. The dreamy state suddenly vanished, as if he had been poured a basin of cold water on his head—all the pain left by the Diamond Mantra had returned to his body—and he realized again where he was and what was in front of him.

Voldemort's face changed, after he became famous, he gained fear and respect wherever he went, but today, he was scolded for the first time, and the scolding was so straightforward and so ugly.

The most unacceptable thing for him was that it was the yellow-mouthed boy who scolded him, and the Death Eaters stopped laughing, no matter what, they would not laugh at such a boy who could break free from the Dark Lord's own Imperius curse.

"You won't give in? Harry, even if he refuses to give in, he still speaks disrespectfully...... I'm going to teach you the virtues of obedience before you die, and maybe a little more pain?" Voldemort had an eerie expression, as if he wanted to swallow Harry completely.

"You will die with remorse and humiliation like your incompetent father and that mudblood mother!" Voldemort shouted grimly.

"At least my father wasn't a Muggle who didn't even know magic!" Harry fought back loudly, as he often sparred

The main force of Lytrain, Harry, of course, knows what it means to have the ultimate bad breath and simple enjoyment.

When Voldemort heard this, his face changed, he never expected that Harry would still have the leisure to stink himself.

But Harry's bad mouth didn't stop there.

"You say my mom is a mudblood, but at least my mom is a wizard, and your dad is nothing, a Muggle!" Harry continued to die in a frenzy.

Voldemort was furious, his face was pale, he had completely broken the defense, and the Death Eaters around him lowered their eyebrows one by one, and they didn't dare to say a word, or look at it, for fear that Voldemort would take out their anger on them.

Voldemort raised his wand, but this time Harry was prepared, and with the agility he had honed in Quidditch and the world of the mirror, he lunged to the side and rolled to the back of the marble tombstone, the spell missed, but he heard the sound of the tombstone cracking.

"We're not playing hide and seek, Harry, and I don't have time to argue with you," Voldemort said in a cold voice, the grim voice approaching, and the Death Eaters stood motionless, "You can't hide from me, does that mean you're tired of our duel?" Do you wish I was going to end it now, Harry? Come out, Harry...... Come out and duel...... Soon...... At best, there is no pain... … I do not know...... After all, I haven't tasted death......

Harry curled up behind the tombstone, he knew that everything was over, and Louis's delay in coming probably meant that he hadn't noticed anything wrong with the Goblet of Fire until now. He felt a chord in his heart, anyway, he couldn't get out today, so what about these dozens of catties? He leaned against the tombstone, quite like "Little Captain Yamazaki listens": "First of all, we don't know each other well, Tom, don't call me Harry, I'll think you have some special fetishes...... Secondly, you are a man who lies a lot, meaning that the dog that was bounced to death by my mother's curse was not you?"

Harry's current state of mind is very calm, anyway, no matter what, Voldemort will not let himself go, the bad mouth is over, what if Voldemort is angry? Isn't it also a contribution to the cause of anti-ambush?

"Tongue to spare, Harry." Voldemort's face was grim, and he threw out a spell that shot at the tombstone.

The tombstone exploded, and Harry seized the opportunity to shoot an eye spell at Voldemort.

Harry's trick wasn't worth it, and Voldemort sneered and unspent, not wanting Harry to utter a strange spell.

「Mindst！ (Soul Blast)"

Voldemort froze for a moment as if he had been hammered. But even a moment of stunned thought was enough, and Harry threw out a weapon that removed you, and continued to run to the next tombstone without looking back.

Voldemort had only come back to his senses after a moment's distraction, and by the time he unleashed the disarming spell, Harry had already hidden behind another tombstone.

"Hide your head and show your tail! Just like your father!" Voldemort smiled cruelly, there were so many tombstones that he couldn't tell where Harry was hiding, so he began to mentally attack Harry: "But what's the use, I finally broke through the hole in the ground and caught James Potter the mouse, and you, about to follow in his footsteps!"

Harry gasped, he glanced up at the sky, the dark swirling clouds above him were really a little depressed, and he continued to shout to cheer himself up, "That's better than sticking to the back of someone's head, what are you?" Tom? Are you a face-hugging worm? Or is it a hermit crab?"

It didn't matter if he didn't speak, as soon as he spoke, his position was revealed, and Voldemort quickly locked onto him, and with a flick of his wand, a spell flew out, but it hit a ripple.

"He's a hermit crab, Harry."

Harry was pleasantly surprised by the familiar voice, and blurted out, "Louis......"

"Aha, I've kept you waiting, so I'll leave it to us." Louis emerged from the void, along with Sirius and Snape.

Seeing Snape's figure, Voldemort narrowed his pair of scarlet boys and hissed

"Severus...... Hah, it seems that you really betrayed me?"

Snape didn't speak, instead raised his wand.

"Is it because of a woman? Severus? I feel sorry for you......" Voldemort saw that Snape didn't speak, and continued to provoke him, "You know how helpless the woman named Lily looked when I killed her......

He was met with a glowing green slap of Avada.

Apparently Snape was really angry.

"Professor Shuaiye!" Louis applauded, then looked back at Harry and said, "Get ready, I'll send you back......

[In view of the general environment,

As he spoke, he began to shake the spell with his left hand, using the Transfiguration Charm to turn the surrounding tombstones into stone men to deal with the group of Death Eaters, and his right hand was not idle, first sprinkled a handful of powder to send Snape back, who had moved the real fire, and then sent Harry and Sirius away.

It turned out that there was not enough ash in his hand.

"It's not the first time we've met, Tom." Louis didn't panic either, but began to greet Voldemort.

Voldemort looked at him coldly, the Death Eaters around him were entangled in stonemen, and they were inadequate, even the twisted minions. He had heard of the name of the kid in front of him, and he had heard that he was the successor of the next generation of Dumbledore, and some people said that he was more terrible than Dumbledore, and some people said that he was actually the successor of Grindelwald.

But in any case, the person in front of him cannot be underestimated.

"Louis, it's a pleasure to meet you." Voldemort's eyes narrowed and he didn't make a move, "This should be our first official meeting......

"Indeed, you were glued to the back of Quirrell's skull last time." Louis began to reminisce about the old days, "I remember the days when Draco said I could cast the Iron Armor Charm, and you told me to go to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom for special training, poor werewolf...... s (sigh) ......"

As he spoke, Louis squeezed out the crocodile's sadness.

Voldemort wasn't angry, even if Louis poked his lung tubes.

"I can call you Tom, right?" Louis pinched the gadget in his pocket and looked at Voldemort and said casually.

Voldemort smiled noncommittally, looked at Louis and said, "Actually, I also regret that I didn't kill you in the first place, otherwise, a danger could have been nipped in the bud."

"But you didn't, Tom, it's not too early, and I think I should go back too." Louis reached out and looked at his watch, pulling the ashes out of the space, and reminded in a serious voice, "I know you're in contact with a powerful force, but what I want to advise you is...... Stop it, Ah Tang, that's not something you can control......

"I don't bother you to worry, Luis, you should worry about your situation." Voldemort grinned and reached out to throw a spell at Louis.

As if he hadn't seen his spell, Louis let it hit him. Voldemort laughed wildly when he saw Louis as if he was frightened—but soon, he quacked like a duck choked by the throat.

The spell struck Louis's body, and a blue halo flashed, and the spell disappeared like a mud cow into the sea.

Louis smiled and beckoned to him, raised the ashes in his hand, and teleported back to the Hogwarts match - not forgetting to take the Goblet of Fire with him.

There was a whirling sensation, and by the time it was gone, he was already at Hogwarts, with the guest of honour beside him, and Catherine was watching him with concern.

The moment he appeared, there was a sound of blowing and beating, as if confirming that everyone had returned safely, and the orchestra began to celebrate. Amos Diggory in the stands brought Arthur Weiss to him, and the two laughed, and Amos still pointed at Louis with his hand, not knowing what he was talking about.

Louis looked around, but couldn't find Harry and the others. Catherine saw what he was thinking, and crouched down to touch him

Hair: "Don't worry, Headmaster Dumbledore brought Harry back to the Headmaster's office, and so did Professors Snape and Black."

"That's good......" Louis exhaled and looked at Catherine with concern, "You're not hurt, are you?" Let me see?"

As he spoke, he stretched out the claws of Lushan to Catherine's thigh, and was then beaten off by Catherine in disgust.

"With so many people around, you're a hooligan, aren't you?" Catherine squinted her eyes and acted like a big man, "Harry said you stayed there, and Aunt Emma was just suggesting if I wanted to save you."

"Will you go?" Louis asked curiously.

Catherine snorted softly, and her slender fingers pinched Louis's face: "As long as a little villain like you can live for 10,000 years, I won't worry about you......